Ancient Mother, I hear your call
I feel you deep in the penetrating wisdom of my flesh and in the heat of my blood. I woke this morning with you pulsing in my womb, finding my feet, and giving me solace in the ancient loss of you and the joy and wonder of the now return of you.
Ancient Primordial Mother how do I tell your offspring that you have returned.
How can I write about Loughcrew?
I have put off writing about Loughcrew. An event happened to me at Loughcrew that goes beyond human belief and human telling. And yet it is probably Loughcrew that began this thread that will lead me to Ireland in these dates and during these times.
It was seeing an actual event that startled my mind awake and removed me from my foolishness and my folly.
I saw an ancient activity that for so long has protected the soul of humankind.
So many of my years, Primal Mother, I have sought to build a bridge back to you…to return your offspring to their beautiful soul. I did not realize in all those years you were returning me to my own.
The pen has not touched the page in regard to Loughcrew until today. How could I tell this tale?
The blend of the masculine and feminine forces that through the cairns, the ringforts, and other megalith selfica commune between the raw primordial heart of the mother and her people. It was at Loughcrew I went back in time and watched a battle. To this day I do not know who they were that were beaming rays into the earth seeking to obliterate remembrance in human beings. I watched as the cairns linked to the sun and beamed back at these rays pushing them back.
I realized the draw to the ancient sites were both a place to stay connected as well as a place to restore the connections to what has protected us, guarded over us, and cared for us.
I was dumbfounded. I am not a conspiracy theorist. I do not see such things. And yet, as I stood on the hill looking out at these rays lazar beamed toward the cairns seeking to destroy them.
I knew I was in a space between time watching a memory that perhaps I would never fully understand. But know I do.
I knew that there was purpose in my seeing and knowing even in the face of doubt that day.
I knew that the thread of that moment would find its way into my life. And it has.
Tales have filled our minds, our thoughts, our bodies, and our emotions with stories of our corrupted nature, our sinful doing, our ill-gotten gain. The tales of our wonder, our delight, our mystery have been plowed under.
But here at Loughcrew, the memory stays of a battle that the earth and her forces have been fighting continuously. Going underground to reach us through our dreams. Reaching through the invisible to penetrate the human psyche with memories that cannot quite get to the surface but guide us to sacred places that still carry the codes of remembrance. Now awakening our bodies through the Earth Mother’s primal care.
Last night I came upstairs to do a final wash before I left to journey to this ancient land that would not let me forget and as only the primal mother can – force me to remember.
Marilyn, my beloved Georgia’s partner asked me if I could have a sit. She wanted to ask me what I thought of a conversation she had had. She told me a story of a beautiful woman she knew who had been on sabbatical in silence for a period of time. She told Marilyn she had changed. My ears buzzed once again with a strange electromagnetic energy that has been combing my body the last few days. She told Marilyn she had returned to her Soul. Marilyn asked me what I thought about what she had said.
Recall of the recent times, the meetings, the phone calls, the interactions on my errand days sprang to mind. Loughcrew, the ancient gods and goddesses who kept the earth our home, the powerful primal forces alive and active these days flooded my consciousness. The activation in which we experienced our return to our remembrance. Our unity with the cosmos our great eternal home who we are part of there. The activity in the activation of coming back to the primordial earth in a powerful reconciliation of the original nature of our original design. We as powerful forces of life, reconciling what happened to us in the past…stepping out of all of it into something new. Something that has always been in the matter of our remembrance. Something before the battle for the soul of earth began.
I replied, “I am seeing this return to our soul everywhere.”
She replied, “So am I.”
up into the
The return of the Soul.
You have prepared me well my primordial mother.
I have left my human home.
I have been returned to the blend of the masculine and feminine in me through your body and in your union with the cosmos.
My psyche is primed now. My body prepared. My soul was seen by me. I can now walk with you and to use the ways you imbued me with and created me for as others before I have and those who come after me will.
I will walk your land and return the memories back to you.