Day 1 Emain Macha: Welcomed by the Womb of the Great Mother & Her Daughter
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.
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.