7:30 pm Omagh Memorial Garden, Tyrone, Northern Ireland
Transmuting Trauma into Life Force Energy
Those moments when you know you are walking into a Memorial of a horrendous moment in time, when the unborn, the babies, the young, the old lives are taken, you expect to weep, which we did, and to keep the memory of the horror embedded in your soul. We did not.
What the people of Tyrone have done is true modern alchemy.
Anne and I parked in the grocery store parking lot. We had driven right past it and not see it. Emer parked beside us. I walked ahead, rounded the corner, and stopped dead in my tracks as a mural before me bumped me out of my mental mind. The mural took my mind into the deep integrity of art. It grabs your soul and drowns your monkey mental chatter in the profundity of presence.
Anne and Emer joined me. We were each struck in our own way. For me, the young pregnant girl whose third eye was a beacon of light to what had gone before. The men, oh the men. The first with his heart opening in union with the sun. The second man, button undone on his shirt, the light coming out with colorful butterflies, or were they fairies :), flying out into the light. The modern windmill being carried up the hill by the young pregnant new life of the feminine.
That was only the beginning.
Omagh Memorial Garden
We went to the Memorial. We met Ann Byrne and Kate there. The most modern journey of structured alchemy met me there. I will never forget it.
What is alchemy? For me, alchemy is the wonder of our universe. It is where matter is transmuted into the universal elixir of life. For me, alchemy transmutes what is dead to life, sorrow to joy, trauma to prana, hate to love, and then takes it beyond the duality of separation into the nonduality of unity with all life, on behalf of life, where everything alive with life has a place.
We each began our own individual connection with the place. For me, I walked the granite center startled to feel the granite everywhere…the carrier of crystalline energy. I read the words of the history held there. My hands glided across the carved words eyes closed…a blind person seeking to meld into the hearts of those whose day had been shocked into loss and terror. Merged, I sought the threads. Emer, Anne, and I had prepared ourselves to only follow the threads. Important, we knew, it was to not impose our perception, but to only be a willing catalyst for what had brought us and others on this journey on behalf of our part of life.
I turned and looked to my right and saw the slender trees and the 31 metal spires with mirrors on top. These represented the lives that were lost. Behind them were the trees beaming their information into the cosmos.
I have been experiencing a new intelligence in me. It is too long to make clear here, but it is in regard to paramagnetic energy. I realized that the last week when I was experiencing strange currents in my physical body, I was being opened up into an intelligence that was now so present around me in this extraordinary memorial. The paramagnetic in the ground, the trees, the water, the flowers and plants, the granite interacting with the metal, the mirrors, the glass shaped and formed by human beings who were drawn to bring back the heart instead of reinforcing the horror in unity with the earth and her paramagnetic fields that commune with the cosmos and the deeper nature of our existence.
While the others communed and became part of the living presence there, I followed the way within me that has been there since birth. I find my way into what brings everything back into coherence with the inner voices of Creation that lives in our cells, in our atoms, in our particle field natures.
Through our awareness, the vitality of life boosts its energy, fills more etheric space, and covers more physical territory. That is what we were doing along with those following the journey and those physically here with us. Oh, the magic, when the physical and nonphysical join and play!
As I walked the ground playing with the energy of the paramagnetic entwining and flowing with the structures created there, I noticed that there were six different species of large mushrooms on the ground. I was both shocked and thrilled. Mycelium, the webbing of the Mother everywhere.
“I see the mycelium as the Earth’s natural Internet, a consciousness with which we might be able to communicate. Through cross-species interfacing, we may one-day exchange information with these sentient cellular networks. Because these externalized neurological nets sense any impression upon them, from footsteps to falling tree branches, they could relay enormous amounts of data regarding the movements of all organisms through the landscape.”
? Paul Stamets, Mycelium Running: How Mushrooms Can Help Save the World
I recorded my impressions and hopefully, Anne can get the link to me to post here. All the pictures will be posted on the Facebook page.
Much happened upon my return to the others which, within the deep wisdom guiding each of us in our shared interface with the place, continued.
Emer began to explain how the series of tall metal poles with mirrors on them reflected the sun and moved the light from the memorial to the heart of the town where the sunlight hit a tall glass rectangular pillar with a metal heart within it that took in the sun and reflected it back.
Need I say more. 🙂