Author: creation

Hi everyone, Tantra here.

When Anne and I began our tracing in Ireland as part of other tracing happening with Niamh who had her own trip and who is with us now, I knew that we were weaving together as a global matrix of etheric unity. People get all caught up in instant manifestation but it is not like that. You build the field. Remember ‘If you build it, it will come!” There a patterning that is happening now that I have not seen before and I have been part of the underpinning of Creation for some time now. We had Niamh who had her tracing in Ireland, Kathleen who then had her tracing in Ireland, then myself and Anne and another Field of Tantra Maat group tracing in Ireland, then on to Glastonbury to trace the treads of a global matrix forming in the etheric there and now at the mother lode Damanhur who has been strengthening and restoring the synchronic lines that bring the higher matrices of reality back into the playing field of Creation here.

I look for evidence. I don’t try to make it. We have a lot riding on bringing a HUGE amount of threads together here in Damanhur and I have been in an intense period of watching the delicate threads being challenged by prehistoric ways we thought was existence including my own and doing what I could to protect them and catch them when they started to drift away from a rising forming larger matrix of the etheric into the physical. Last night I spent the night in the Abaton connected to the Hall of Mirrors. It is for me where my DreamTime can come find its way into physical forming. Before I went to sleep, I found the message Anja, one of our Spirals members with us, found and made sure I got. Oh, the beauty of those who pay attention beyond their own nose!!! Carlos below was trying to find me. I got all tucked into my bedroom I am sharing with Pauline, one of our Spirals members with us, and sent Carlos a WhatsApp. He responded that he had just driven up to the gate at the Welcome Center! I told him I would text him when we could meet tomorrow. 
Threads of global matrices. Those who are moving with synchronic timing in space and time – who are called – each in our own capacity. Evidence!

Hi Everybody 
I’m Carlos from Portugal and almost 5 months ago I bought a 2nd hand van and started a journey throughout the world, with no specific destination, that was calling me inwards for some time. Two days ago a dear Irish friend that I met in Ireland a few months ago send me a message with a link two a talk/meeting with Tantra Mast (who I never heard of) and I realized that there’s a group of people that are doing exactly the same as me (something that a already had felt in Ireland).
The only two things I new before I started the journey was that it was important to let my self go and trust the flow, planning very little, and that eventually I would go to Damanhur. The journey took me to 9 countries but it was in Ireland, where I spent more time meditating in many stone circles, sacred ancient places and mountains, including Glastonbury, Snowdonia in Wales and others in France and Germany. During this 5 months I’ve been sleeping in my van 95% in forests or mountains.
What you people describe in That talk is accordance with what I’ve been feeling. It’s very fulfilling to finally be in contact with what be and a strong feeling “I’m not alone in this.” Thank You All and the Beings that guide us.
I’ve been working in personal development for almost 20 years and currently a key member and co-founder of a personal development community, called SerVivo, in Arrábida mountain 40km from Lisbon. But the journey called me and I couldn’t say no – Serving Humanity and Consciousness awakning is my aim and Joy and life for many years, and the calling came from that direction.
I got the link to your talk in my messenger the day I left France (I was working in the vineyards to do some money) and decided to go to Damanhur. I’m now writing to you in the Alpes high mountains, near Courmayer, Italy, 4 hours drive from Damanhur.
Would Love to join you there. Is that possible? Are you there or not yet?
Will be waiting for your answer.
Love and Conciousness to Us All 

9.26.18

What this trip was about for me…

I wanted to see if what I thought and felt was happening was…

It was. What did I think was happening? I think it all sums up in what has been happening in Ireland recently. The weather has been changing and, in that change, has revealed sites we have never known were there. The storms have cleared the debris and discovered there is something underneath.

It is hard to believe with all the massive refugees, immigrants, tyrants, greed, and other offensive things going on, that these storms are also revealing that there is something under all of that.

Us.

Leonard Cohen says in his Anthem:

[As I began to write this, several species of birds took off in flight over my head.]

The birds they sang at the break of day.

Start again I heard them say,

Don’t dwell on what has passed away or what is yet to be.

Yeah, the wars, they will be fought again.

The holy dove She will be caught again.

Bought and sold and bought again.

The dove is never free.

Ring the bells that still can ring.
Forget your perfect offering.

There is a crack everything (there is a crack in everything)

That’s how the light gets in.

We asked for signs. The signs were sent. The betrayed. The marriage spent.

Yeah, the widowhood of every government.

Signs for all to see.

I can’t run no more with that lawless crowd while the killers in high places say their prayers out loud.

But they’ve summoned, they’ve summoned up a thundercloud and they’re going to hear from me.

Ring the bells that still can ring.
Forget your perfect offering.

There is a crack everything (there is a crack in everything)

That’s how the light gets in.

You can add up the parts. You won’t have the sum. You can strike up the march. There is no drum.

Every heart, every heart to love will come, but like a refugee.

Ring the bells that still can ring.
Forget your perfect offering.

There is a crack everything (there is a crack in everything)

That’s how the light gets in.

That’s how the light gets in.

That’s how the light gets in.

That’s how the light gets in.

We can find the cracks where the light gets in. We are the refugees who fled the war and still have a place to find ourselves and a world. This will feed the field of Creation and that crack will grow wider. Yes, the wars, they will be fought again. The killers in high places say their prayers out loud. But we can widen the crack and leave those realities to be washed away by their own hands. Let’s build ours where we can.

That is what is rising.

In that is the Tuatha de Danann. Where our sovereign natures and our historic memories come together, and we remember. What will we remember? Maybe we will never know but we found it at every site that we went to and met others there. We remembered together. That is the key. The remembrance is in the coming together with no agenda, no purpose, no goal. Only to see who shows up where we are standing. There is an alchemy in a human being that lives in our desire to share a field of consciousness that is operating in unity with all life wherever you can find it. Sometimes it is someone like. Sometimes it is a sacred site, a holy well, a peak of a mountain, your friends. It isn’t who or what is it you who seek and find.

Anne and I have now walked the land and met others. Each of us will go our own way. It will fade from view, but the mountains and the hills, the rivers, wells, and oceans will not forget. The elemental natures heart is rebuilding out our coming to be with them wherever we can find them using our imagination to make contact. Then there are the amazing wild or gentle gods and goddesses whose matrixes still rise in the land. Those lands are still their territories and like the Lord of the Rings, they will rise when we call. They did.

Our dead are dead. The deeds are done and probably will be done again. But we can protect ourselves finding our way through our shared vision of a world rising in the debris of what is occurring in these days.

I have not stayed in business for 54 years if my words didn’t carry truth.

Mark my words.

I will still be doing consults although the form may change as we are at the edge of awakening in very specific ways and I want to nurture that. I will continue my Spirals as they are where the power of the alchemy of the field is occurring. Beyond that, I need to master my RV and living in the wilderness as often as I can. There is sometimes a Being who is more etheric than human. She has always been there with me. I would very much like to know her better and turn myself over to her in my final days.

Is breá liom tú.

Go raibh maith agat.

Tantra Maat

From the Field of Tantra Maat

Omey Island

September 16^th, 2018

It is September 26^th, 10 days after having been at Omey Island. I am curled up in a yurt. It is 42 degrees Fahrenheit and 5.5 degrees Celsius. My computer battery is at 88%. As soon as I have wondrously succumbed to Omey and the realms of creation Anne and I got to participate in, I will probably have to go to the Stable to plug into the only electricity in this off the grid paradise Avalon Permaculture Center. We kept the woodstove burning all night…mostly Kea because her warmth needs are greater than mine.

I am trying to calm down because I want to write so badly that my mind is tripping and skipping and not settling to language very effectively. I think I will just tell you the story.

When we went to Omey several years ago, we, as a group, crossed over in a wide channel that has no water for only a short period of time for you to go to the island. We had crossed over into a part the island where there were mounds several places. People began to walk toward the mounds while I went to the front of the island to sit on a stone and look out at the sea.

I was disturbed in ways that I could not explain. I felt a rage that I couldn’t identify. I looked out into the ocean and in the distance a black wall of darkness was roaring across the water. I suddenly realized that we only had short period of time before the storm was going to hit full force. We were not protected, and the channel would fill with water and we could not get back to land. I started screaming and racing toward the people spread all over the place, “Run!” “Get on the bus!!!” “We have to go!!!” Con realized what was happening and began to gather up everyone as fast as he could.

We finally got everyone on the bus and spun out toward the channel. The wheels of the bus hit the sand. The water churned into the channel at a breathtaking speed with a whipping wind that spun the bus around. The sand became a slippery hydroplaning horror.

Slipping and spinning, Con, our mighty warrior with flaming red hair, answered the call with a ferocity, wit, and concentration. Everyone in the bus was completely frozen, but no one freaked visibly. You heard a huge expulsion of breath when we felt the wheels catch, straighten, and the bus started up the hill to street.

We stopped at the first pub for lunch and whiskey.

As we shared, the storm passed. The sun came out. Lunch finished. Nerves calmed, I asked Con if we could go back and see if we could cross again. One of the things you learn being with the earth, not just walking on top of it, is that there is an emotional component to the earth. That emotional component is not like our emotions. It is storms and sunlight and natural phenomenon that express the earth’s emotional nature. Rudolph Steiner, Philip S. Callahan, and others have spoken about and shown evidence that our emotions influence the weather. It is well known that when people are on most trips with me, good weather follows. I don’t talk about it because it is my unity with the earth that has us celebrate our time together in such an intimate way. That is ‘real’ magic… Also, I only press into the earth within my mind of creation when I need to not be disturbed so that everything is still and not busy with disturbance. I do not take advantage. Also, I am aware if there is a storm coming and a space is created for me to be in union with the earth, the weather will push back or move because everything has to have a place. And our earth is a dual nature. You push it. It will push back. It takes a real sense of balance and equity to work in unity with the earth forces and few people take the time to redevelop that intelligence. The ancestors of this island did. You get the jest of it after a while because you are aware that you are synchronizing with the greater whole of which you are a part. There is an equanimity that begins to become natural and able to be counted on. Or not. 🙂

Con felt it too. Something had driven us off the island. Some kind of suppressed rage that someone or all of us had triggered. Suppression always balances with violence if there is great suppression before a balance point where suppression can be temporary and less violent and violence in like kind can begin and be shorter and less suppressed. You see that in this land too.

We both knew we had to go back. Something had met us at the island and we needed to go back and not be deterred. It is always about relationship. It is always about reestablishing relationships that we are part of and we are designed to have. In those relationship, we learn the natures present in the relationships and we expand to include. Then we make covenants. When my daughter and I got to be with 2 200-pound and 1 800-pound Bengal and Siberian tigers, you just didn’t drop you head lower than theirs. They would bite your neck. It wasn’t personal. It was just their nature. After a while an affinity occurred so natural and so deep, I could lay down on 800-pound Sher Khan and we would snooze together. We took time to lay down our natures to make a space to be together. Weather is like that.

We were amazed when we got to channel. It was as if the wind had cleared out the water. A damp sand rolled out in front of us. We crossed.

The mounds now stood out damp and slippery from the storm. We were navigating muddy puddles that were not there before. Some people stayed where the land was firmer but several, Anne being one of them, made their way to the mounds. I, on one mound, went into an altered state so I am not sure what was actually happening in the time frame we were in when we crossed over. What I saw was Anne on one mountain and two other people on another mound and I was standing on a mound facing them. I realized I was standing on a burial mound of women and children. I saw the men carrying over the bodies of their daughters, their wives, and their children. I felt the lives cut short suddenly cruelly and with intent from hunger and fever. I knew men had died to, but it seems that where I stood the bodies were women and children. I began to weep. I lived their short lives. Their horror that a hostile nation would deny them food when their potatoes were affected by the blight. I watched their laughter vanish. I watched them go inward to survive. I watched tearless faces frozen and alone, their loved ones gone. Some kind of knowing rose in me. I knew I was not one of them and that I had plenty of room within me to carry them with me as I grew old here and carried on from the point in time they had vanished.

What I did not know until later was that Anne had had an experience that had her committed to the very same thing as did the other women on the other mound. We left the island carrying the memories of what we experienced on behalf of all life, especially those who had not be able to life forward.

The ways of magic and mystery are not so concise and patted down as the ways of the rational and the explainable. Perhaps what I experienced will make no sense to you. It is still what happened. A deeper intimacy. A more expanded shared field.

Two things were pressing into me in this trip as we made our way toward Omey. One was that I heard myself say to the fairy kingdom, “We have come to thank you for taking care of our dead while we were so weary we could not take care of them ourselves.” I felt a huge sense of relief in the fairy kingdom. The elemental world is needed now to keep in check and balance the chaotic earth forces that are clearing and cleaning and resetting the earth’s field. We are stronger now than the people blighted by suppression and hardships we cannot even imagine. I said to them, “We have come to take back our care of our dead.”

When I got to Omey, Anne needed to go back for something. I walked across. I took off the large rainbow thermal jacket. The sun was glinting off of the rocks and gentle tiny waves rippling some places in the open channel. Cars were crossing. Even with the startling rainbow jacket spread out on the rock, no one saw me. They drove through. Even Anne whose jacket it was. When I saw Emer walking across, I knew she would see me. And she did.

Anne called Emer to see if she had seen me and Emer told her I was sitting right beside her. She came back. Went back and rounded up people to come back to the beach and we began our day.

The rest of the day lives in the Spirit Hour call and the photos. When we left, I knew I would not be back there. I also had the funny feeling that I would be back to Ireland however.

My beloved Lara transcribed Spirit Hour below. You have both the audio and the document. In Joy.

dearest Tantra,

don’t know if you’ll get this email, but the transcript to today’s Spirit Hour below.

It was potent and beautiful, the telling of your interwoven stories…

And So Grateful I am always.

I know they’re imprinted in my Memory of memories because of Ancient Mother and your deep intimate palpable Bond with Her so strong and far-reaching in its depths, and because in shared fields on this shared sacred vision of L.O.V.E., we be on behalf of all Life, together.

Bless you so.

Lara Roopnarine

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They met us at The Glen. There is a parking spot now. We all descended on it. Excited travelers breathing deeply. We meet again.

Rachel and Chris from so long ago. Kate, our amazing New Yorker, finding her way by buses and I do mean buses to this remote place. Melanie finding me traveling all the way from Belgium. The delight of holding her body after having had the privilege of remotely participating with her Being. Emmet and Roisin responding to their love of Sligo and promoting whatever was going on there. Dee, a true traveler in her converted van, decorating the green with her colorful attire.

The human matrix for The Glen had arrived and we were all so excited. There was a hum and a buzz and a tickle and a soundless tune that swirled us as we began our walk and my chatter. I am so wondrously hyper stimulated by the Fairy Realms. My multi-dimensional nature can go from deep somber magi to light spring-in-my-step child in a flash of the eye. Chris and I spoke about the paramagnetic field and consciousness, Philip S. Callahan, being such a contribution to this trip. That is the beauty of writing regarding what one is present to. Others can see what they have been seeing through the author’s words.

We gathered in The Glen, about 60 to 80 feet wide, a long horizontal section of land that simply dropped intact, leaving approximately forty-foot cliffs on either side. We stood under elder trees predominately standing at the entrance of the long corridor of fern, mushroom, moss, and vine. It was so good to feel the people there. What a perfect setting for us all. Somehow, we were of the realms that once gathered there – so invisible to a modern human eye. I was both spellbound and astounded at the purity of the moment and the impeccability of who was called.

I did not want them captured in my speaking, so I opened up the opportunity to wander even if the elder was going on and on and on and on. 🙂

Soon I wandered. I knew where I was going. I wanted to know about Omey. I had, in DreamTime, a vision of Omey and the fairy realm. I felt that the fairy realm had taken care of the dead who were buried there in a way I could not fathom, but felt in The Glen the awareness of what I was seeking would find me.

There is an area where the stone walls of the cliffs jut out and a chasm you can walk down into that has a crack in the stone. If I was four inches across and two inches deep I could probably walk into the crack, but that is not the case. Every time I have gone there, the first time being the most disturbing, there is an occurrence that is the same.

I don’t think I can language it effectively for every word I might use could give it the wrong take. As close as I can get is a stream of some kind of consciousness flows out of where the stones have separated leaving a narrow corridor made, it would seem, for only 2 dimensional beings. The same fallen tree was there with the same branch stretching out two feet above the ground. More moss than I remembered.

I sat down in the curve of the green moss pillowed branch and listened. While the gods prefer presence, the fairies prefer listening.

I was startled as I discovered later that Anne too was taken by the somber feeling The Glen carried. So different from before when the fairies challenged, in their own chaotic way, our frozen natures.

A simple question from me, “What is going on?” elicited such a response.

I feel them wing over to me. The words were clear. I realized as I listened that words between humans and elementals and gods are not usually so clear. On one hand, I was elated because that meant that certain veils that hide our listening from each other had dissolved. On the other hand, I was so available to their weariness that I was startled by it.

I will simply repeat their words as clearly as I remember them.

A soft feminine voice spoke to me, “The fire fairies and the water fairies have gathered around the world.” I could not fathom the why of it but a deeper knowing of connection between the elemental world and the elements gleamed strong in my heart. I saw the fire elementals in the volcanoes and the fires. I saw the water elementals in the hurricanes and the rain. I could feel an almost knowing rising in me.

The knowing gained more territory when I could hear the next statement, “We the air fairies and earth fairies are holding them.”

I could feel their weariness. I could feel their brightness diminishing. I was afraid.

“What can I…what can we do I?” I asked.

What emanated to me was a feeling of ‘we were all in it together now’. We are all holding onto the fabric of creation here in whatever way we can while the primal mother lets go into her ecosystem rebirthing herself in fire, air, wind, and water. We were all merging into her to hold ourselves as part of the rebirthing into newness that is upon us.

This morning, we got a beautiful message from one of us who is risking the greatest gift a human being can give to life…transparency.

I will not use her name here because I did not ask her permission, but I will include her gift.

Dear Tantra and Anne,

Thank you for your wonderful spontaneous video. And for your words, Tantra, that you love us and will never leave us, we belong with you and you belong with us. So healing. Your song was enchanting, Anne, as was your joy in splashing with your feet in the river! In my mind I’m splashing too, sitting beside you, barefoot of course, reveling in the feeling of my naked feet hopping around in the grass being silly, splashing in the river, laughing and singing with you, wonderful happy songs. And thank you so much for posting the pictures from the Glen!

Both helped me connect to the place of today. The Glen. I have been procrastinating the whole day, not wanting to connect, my body being angry and tense. I haven’t even managed to read the whole of your message about The Glen, Tantra. Late in the evening I finally felt calm enough to listen to my body.

A break happened there, in this place, in the connection with the other realm, with the land. Wild grief and fury rises in my body. I’m feeling so unworthy, so abandoned, and this horrible guilt for betraying that world. A little hand takes mine. I don’t see anyone. But I can feel a little hand gripping mine.

I’m so angry that the forests are gone. It feels like a betrayal. And this is being held space for. For my feeling like this. Fury over this world being closed, that people got shut out from it, and my role in that. My people’s role in that. I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry. Oh, I don’t know how it all will heal, how the forests and trees will come back. I miss them so much.

I give myself over to the grief. My hand is being held. It’s screaming inside of me in fury and anguish and grief. I’m so sorry I left you. I’m so sorry I left Ireland. But I have come back now.

I can feel small hands patting me, where they can reach. My knees, thighs, hands, arms. I’m sobbing and I feel them leaning against my back, my sides. Comforting me. Being there with me. Letting me grieve.

In my mind I see a woman with red hair sitting bent double in the green grass outside a fairy mound, grieving. That woman is me then.

Finishing reading Tantra’s message I see that it speaks about reconciliation. <3

So much love,

B

I feel the energy of her cry surging into the fairy realm that connected with her. I feel the elemental primal realm strengthen with her cry, her longing, her reconciliation.

I realize this is what we provide them. We are part of a species that forgot its unity with Creation. That is true, but we are also those who remember. Therefore, when we weep we restore our connections. In connection, all life is restored.

When we care, we build the strength of the primordial, not only in ourselves, but in the field of the primordial realms also. This is what Dagda meant. It is our primal nature being tapped into just as in the other primordial realms so that we are born into the reconciled tomorrow. But more than that, during these condensed times when so much is in the balance, it is also includes us and is imperative that it is us that reconciles what went before and uses the primal screaming energy of the destruction of life to generate the primordial ecstatic construction of the new.

She heard. She exchanged.

So do you.

You never know the path that life will take you. You never know the miracles, the victories, the defeats, the heartaches. It has been my preference to live life big…to give life its due. To go to Grianan of Aileach was big for me. The round tall stone ring fort carries a place in my memory. The inside steps ingenously lead up to the middle and top tiers and create the majestic imagination of the massive beings who once sat there orchestrating the ways of existence here. I had been there before with others. We almost couldn’t get out. The presence of the majesty of what went on there was so palpable. But this time was different.

I don’t know if it is because I had an extraordinary Episcopal minister, Papa Kent, who drew the lines of energies from ‘god’ to human with such extraordinary skill that my young’un self felt the ways of the larger natures with such clarity. Or, it could have been I came that way. Even if I did, I do not think that I would have made it without him. This beautiful cleric of Creation definitely molded the deeper natures of this young child and prepared her for her unusual life ahead.

Today was one of those ‘it was all worth it’ days. Anne brought me horse blankets to sit on that were relatively waterproof, so I could sit in the blistering wind and biting rain and commune.

Sentient intelligence – a gift to humanity that connects us beyond the incompetence of the mental mind and into the great mysteries that surround us and that long for exchange.

I was there to parlay. I don’t think there is any communication skill I have that would adequately relay what I mean by that. I do not parlay without results. However those results would not be accepted as real or believed to be sourced by my communication with the larger forces in these sucked dry of life modern days.

However, my visit to Earth is not to entertain human beings. My time here is to be part of what is occurring on behalf of all life…human included.

I came as a descendant of the gods. I find it fascinating that in Christianity you can easily say you are a child of God, but that something blisters in your psyche when I say I am a descendent of the gods. It is part of the manipulation of the mind that draws us further away from being related to the essence of our existence rather than closer.

That said, I will relay my event as Anne, Kate, and Ann’s time were distinct from my own.

I came as I had promised to the home of the Tuatha de Danann. A promise to be kept to the eternal is more far reaching than a promise made to the temporal. They had asked me to return when they were rising in the land again. And I, as we have discovered, others heard and responded.

I had two reasons to be there. One was that part of my mission here on this planet was to have the human beings who could remember be able to remember. Our journey now was to be part of regenerating the links that human beings carry that connects them in with the greater forces. The other reason I was there was for me.

The first part of the parlay was to be still until the netherworld noticed I would stay there until contact was made. It is not as long as it used to be when I first began to peel back the veils and enter into what we were all once part of. Once, in the past, it would take weeks, months, years. Now, not so long. Now that so many people have been faithful that the response is shorter in the coming.

Soon I could see them gathered in the great circle before me. They would not stay long so I got to the point. I asked them to scan me. I also find this is the most rapid way of exchange. To have the forces gather data from you reinforces the misguided interpretation of connection in phrases ‘those without sin’ can enter heaven. Sin is an archery term in the times that words were formed in the ‘white’ Bible that meant the distance between the bullseye and the edge of the round target used for practice. It is along the same lines, but more to see if what I carried within me registered as true. For to scan me would be to record all of me….my history…my intent…my capacity. And given I record the cellular activity of humanity and other life forms, they can see what has been happening since the last moment they blinked awake here. It is for the latter I asked them to scan me. My life is miracle. I am in touch with those who are returned to their senses and I mean that in both ways. I play with those who are in the emerging consciousness of their Being and those who are drawn to find me the power to ‘be’ is more and more dominant in them. They are returning to sanity and the joy of all the conversations of those who find me to interweave, interact, and interrelate are part of the power of Being that has risen with the Tuatha de Danann, and will over time become the new forms of Creation here.

Satisfied, Dagda, whose name invokes a powerful familiarity in me, said to my imaginative sentient mind, “AND FOR YOU?!”

I opened my eyes for a moment to see if I would come back into the modern-day spectrum before me and leave their presence. Emotionally distraught now, I did not want to bear my heart and be found weak in their presence. I glanced over to a young woman squatting against the stone wall on the ground to my left. I, high above her buffeted by the wind and rain on the top tier, gained sustenance seeing her there. I went back within to commune with the forces that keep our existence sweet with life.

I directed their attention to the roaring life force energy within me. An unexpected awakening that has occurred for me in the last while. I could feel the realness of the awakening life force energy within me as I reached out to them. I had nowhere for it to go in this modern world. It was too big, too wonderful, too real, too alive.

I offered it as a gift to them. I knew they could use it. I love this planet and I want her to exist to create as many life forms as she can for she is a Great Mother. I did not want her primal force weakened and if I could contribute to that it would make me happy. I knew what I offered was the primal love that existence carries that forms energy into intelligence and intelligence into form. I knew what was roaring through me was a worthy gift.

They conferred with each other looking into each other’s eyes and nodding.

There was both a sadness and a relief in me. I had loved feeling so alive. They would accept. Then Dagda looked at me and said, “No, we do not accept your gift.”

I was devastated as they faded from view. My heart felt shattered. I opened my eyes and the young woman was walking toward me on the middle tier. I stared at her as she drew herself up before me and settled on her knees. Anne, Kate, and Ann gathered behind us and we closed into an intimacy.

She looked at me and said, “I have brought you gifts.”

I wept as she offered me green acorn from her area, apples her children had gathered from the trees, dirt from the well at Uisneach, our last destination before we complete our journey, and branches from the oak tree.

In a simplicity, only a god can carry, my ancient father whispered in my ears, “She sees us in you. You need to carry it for us here. She and others honor what others have forgotten. It is in the honoring, not worship, that a new world will be born here.”

9.13.18

Original Post

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.

For the People of Omagh

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

Guardian of the Light

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. 🙂

9.13.18

Day 1 of our Journey of Reconciliation

I do not know if I will be writing every day. In fact, I did not think after our intense day yesterday, that I would be pulled by my fingers to open up my computer in the dark of the early dawn to write.

But…

Here I AM.

We were over a half hour late to the first site, Navan Fort. We were joined by Kate from the states who travels and works remotely to be intertwined in the sacredness of Earth. We were also joined by Carol from Northern Ireland who has a horse named Tesla and pretty much traced verbatim the mind of creation that many of us are following at this time. Emer, Anne’s and my friend and female ally in The Return…the Great Mother and the Void lives in her pristine soul housed in her precious body. Then there was our forever faithful beloved Ann Byrne a modern ancient bard who only asked that her people shelter her, but like I who carry the ancient primordial mother, they are not yet able.

The land of Macha:

Navan Centre & Fort is a place where myth and reality meet. It is one of Ireland’s most famous and important archaeological sites, the legendary Emain Macha. Legends say that Macha, the ancient goddess of war and fertility, scored the earth with her brooch pin and traced the famous outline of this sacred stronghold of the hero Cu Chulainn, home of the famous Red Branch Knights and Ulster Cycle of tales.

We went there to be with the Ancient Primal Mother who warred with her hero Cu Culainn to keep the fierce spirit of the extraordinary links between the immortals, the mortals, and Her alive.

There is such a peace within me while the fierceness of the fire moves through me. Called by an ancient memory remaking my flesh. To sit and listen to the faithful share their lives in small talk and yet, in that, deeper introductions that perhaps our modern mind will never know.

Anne had dreamed Macha the day before. As we approached the site, her demeanor took on a different caste. I had walked ahead and was on the mound of the ancient fort. I looked down to see Anne superimposed on the ancient landscape running. Running fiercely. The realms of unity took over. Magnificent horse flashed reality over fading Anne. Then Anne broke free and the magnificent horse faded. Reality took on the movement of Creation and I watched to drink in the majesty of Worlds within Worlds, Being within Human, Spirit within Flesh and we were within it all.

I laid out my Selfica from Damanhur so that the land could become part of the research of happiness that Damanhur has taken on to restore Human Being to its originally created state.

I laid my diary down. I was overcome by exhaustion and collapsed into the soft moist grass.

I, in a half hour position on the grass, felt and heard Anne at a quarter after the hour, near me. She was crooning a soft song so tender, so precious, so filled with recognition and love. Like the superimposed reality I watched with Anne, another reality superimposed itself and I diffused, and a great Womb opened up into the universe and held me floating in it. I was both the Womb and myself within it.

We were welcomed.