September 14th: Grianan of Aileach, Donegal

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From Omagh, we travel over the border North to Donegal.  At Grianán of Aileach, we reach our 2nd Tuatha De Danann portal.

“Last year converting old slides from the 1970s & 1980s as a Christmas gift for my mother, I came across one of my brothers and I climbing on an old fort.  Captivated by the picture, I was startled when Mother stopped at this photo and declared that the place had given her the creeps.  Each time anyone came to this picture Mother commented on how unpleasant a place it was.  I began to listen more deeply.  Grianán of Aileach was on the itinerary!” Anne Tyrrell

The Tuatha Dé Danann were considered a superhuman race of giants and Dagda was a famous warrior god and a lead Druid who fathered a lot of the ruling clan of gods in Ireland. Grianan of Aileach was his dwelling place and considered equivalent to a palace where royalty was inaugurated. These are moments in time that, though the activity of the time was destroyed, the energetic essence remains. What I love about Dagda the most is the amazing gifts from the greater realms he brought with them. Like his harp? What if?

What happened to us that we forgot our bigness, that we lived side by side with the gods and goddesses and perhaps are even their progeny. Within us stirs a connection to these times. What is it to exist as part of those worlds in our modern times? We are retracing these points of origin where life was pretty much lived like we do now, but not the same. It was lived bigger.

We forgot what it is to live life big. Many human beings find their visibility, their liveliness disturbing. We are reminded to stay small and insignificant. When reminded of the incredible realities we came from, we find ourselves cringing and uncomfortable.  Where did that come from? What happened that we lost our ability to draw our power from the extraordinary Beings that once existed here? No more. This is the phenomenon that is occurring. Your inner nature is rising and working its way through where you have forgotten into where you remember. I know it can be scary and even challenging to your diminished sense of self, but the deeper nature of ourselves is rising whether we like it or not. Reconciliation.

This day was is a very particular day in the greater scheme of things. I had gone because I needed to speak with Dagda. He was the top dog in the arena of the Irish Gods and I needed to give him an amazing gift of intimacy I had received because there was nowhere on earth that could hold it. Anne and others had helped me to get to the top of the Fort and I had sat down to wait. I noticed a young woman crouched on the ground against the wall below. I went into the etheric consciousness of my Eternal Being and the gates opened and there was Dagda, the giant, and his kind opposite me. I did not see that the young woman had made her way to me and was sitting a short distance away from me.

I offered him the gift of intimacy of both the human and eternal love that I carried with no place to put it. He declined. I was so sad. He didn’t care. Gods are like that. Then he said, “This is yours to have. It has no place with me.” I knew somehow I was to carry the gift until it found a home here again. I thought of the Great Mother and how she carries the great gifts of this planet and what created us until there is a place made by human beings for these gifts to have a home again here. I came out of my metastate and the young woman was bowing before me. She represented a group of young women who had sent her to give me gifts. Her children and she had gathered nuts and leaves and fruits to give to me and thank me for coming. Then she sang me a song. A beautiful song that left us all weeping.

Before I had come to Ireland, I had been the proud stand-in for two mother bears who had left their cubs with me to tend until they were old enough to be on their own. I was living where I thought I would be living forever. The cubs independently only came to my side of the yard where no human beings lived or even walked. But then it became known and I was told I could not tend to my deer or my bears. I left. That place could not possibly really be my home. In the decision to leave, I had said to Creation and anything else listening, that I would be the home of the Great Mother. If there was no place for her to have a home, I would be her home.

Then to come to Ireland, and to have this young woman committed to the Great Mother, sing her song to me, I understood why Dagda told me I was to carry the gift of intimacy found in the eternal until it had a home here.