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.”