September 16th Omey Island

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Why Omey?

As I moved more deeply into the fabric that Anne and I have been called into, I cannot tell you the dreams and the voices that have come to us in the most shocking and beautiful ways. People often assign my speaking to my beliefs. No. There are those of us who have awakened into a direct experience with the realms and kingdoms that lay in the dimensional fabric of this planet and the dimensional matrices of the cosmos. It is our interest and our calling. We are working with the ‘alchemy of evolution’ as Rudolph Steiner would say.

The places that have called us to come have stories to tell. Not just the gab or the chat, much deeper. Patterns rising from the primal forces and the primal beings and the deep magic that once walked here. Not only are the memories coming up but the rips and tears in the fabric of unity. Omey Island is one of those places.

There is a well on Omey dedicated to Saint Féchín.

Saint Féchín established a monastery on Omey.  He was known to have magical ways. One of his activities of magic is documented. In 664 A.d., the joint high kings Diarmait Ruanaid and Blathmac appealed to Féchín and other churchmen to inflict a terrible plague on the lower classes of society to decrease their number. Féchín died during that plague he evoked that struck the island. Later it was confirmed by the Catholic Church, that those supernatural powers and healing abilities he carried, now healed instead of destroyed. Holy wells were established to hold the landscape of his Being all over western Ireland., A holy well is among the remains of his monastic community and is a pilgrimage site for those seeking a physical cure for all manner of ailments. This is Saint Féchín’s way of reconciliation.

Later, during the Great Famine, people would bring their dead to the island and bury them there. We were there several years ago, without knowing the history of the island. As we stood there, each of us felt the dead beneath us. At first, we didn’t realize others were feeling them too. In one of most very holy moments of my life with the others who were there, we committed our lives to carry forward their lives within our own so that their shortened time here would be honored and revered as part of existence. Now as I write in my diary, I have learned the history and realize how real what we experienced really was. Something is active there and we are going back to that activity. Truly we do not know what will be ours to participate in. We only know we are called and that human beings are essential to the equation of reconciliation in these times.

“A few years ago, while on a Vision Quest with Tantra Maat, we did some powerful work on Omey Island.  On that occasion, I made a promise – to live my life as fully as I possibly could and to reach for all my dreams – on behalf of all those whose lives had been prematurely cut short before their dreams and lives were realised.  This promise was sparked by the memory of two young boys who lost their lives in a fire in 1937 in Scotland.  They made their presence known to me shortly before this Vision Quest as they were from the small townland in Achill Island where I was living at the time.  I was sure that my work with them was complete.  Until we began to listen to where we were being called on this journey.

Achill is a place where Tantra, I and others have done much land walking together and originally I had put it down as one of our points on the map.  But I felt strong resistance.  Tides were wrong for getting to the small Island of Achill Beg, and other obstacles appeared.  Then I began to hear the two boys calling and I recalled the promise I made to them on that night on Omey Island.

Before I could utter the name, I was in a conversation with Tantra and mentioned that Achill felt ‘wrong’ for this journey.  Her response was “where is Omey Island?”  It was clear now that we are being asked to return.

As I write (August 12th 2018) I have Googled the bothy house tragedy from 1937 and I am brought to tears to read that it occurred on September 16th, 1937, on the same date that our trip to Omey is scheduled, 71 years ago.

In September 1937, the warning signs for the beginning of World War II were clearly evident…  the people of Achill were mourning the loss of ten young men in one of the greatest tragedies in Irish history.  In the early hours of September 16, 1937, the commuter town of Kirkintilloch, situated 15 kilometres north of Glasgow, became ingrained in the island’s history when ten young male members of a ‘tattie hoking’, or potato-picking, squad died when the bothy (cow shed) in which they were sleeping caught fire. Unable to escape the fire because the door had been padlocked from the outside, the ten individuals were engulfed with toxic fumes.

Omey also carries the tragedy of the famine and the abject poverty that many Irish people were subjected to especially those on the Western seaboard of Ireland.  Deep wounds that require deep compassion, empathy, forgiveness, and transmutation.” Anne Tyrrell

In the work we do in the Language of Creation, we realize that we are always moving to the next greater whole. For Anne and I, we established a connection on Omey and now we will return to participate in the next recursion so that the trauma and harm done there can evolve even more powerfully into what ‘reconnects us to Life and has us exist as Whole.’

Spirit Hour on Omey Island

I will be doing a special Spirit Hour that day. The forces of life are fierce and often human beings are at the effect of those forces. We are in those types of times once again. What is it the human spirit that finds the love of life when human beings feel as if everything is against them? This is ours to discover.
I am going to try to broadcast from the Island. Why? Reconciliation. Do you ever wonder why it was felt that those who were connected to the greater kingdoms and the netherworlds had entrance into those realms that others did not? And that in those kingdoms and realms, they could make requests and negotiate the right of human beings who were faithful to the design here to exist?
All these years, the less public part of me has worked with the greater kingdoms and the netherworlds. I was told when I was 72, I would begin to engage with the mystical realms that govern the flavor and substance of a human life more deeply. I have. We are in times where we have the opportunity to reconcile our existence under trying times. Find our place in the greater scheme of things and, yes, restore our relationships with that which has been hidden from view. As I have said before, I am not for everyone.
But: I am for some.