“…emissaries from the netherworlds that showed me undeniable evidence that there is more…so much more, and that it is so real. Then there are the elementals, the primal forces, the gods and goddesses of the land and the sea that keep their dimensional worlds cocooned in the rock, earth, and water. I discovered the inexplicable quest of every human soul. Connected to the earth and her realms, we remember who and what we are. Modern fears fall away and, in the presence of knowing one’s true belonging, loneliness is banished. A spiritual reserve is always at hand to tap into during difficult times. We burst alive with humor. How could we have considered ourselves anything else?” An excerpt from An Irish Tale of a Modern Mystic
“As what you thought was real collapses you will discover that the greater and deeper nature of things has been returned. The past and the future have been reconciled. We are not in the trauma of reconciliation. We are in the gift.” Tantra Maat 2018
My name is Tantra Maat. I am part of a realm I term The Realms of the Beloved. This realm consists of galactic natures of being who have been part of this planetary unfoldment long before time as we know it existed. This Realm brought the stories of unity between the cosmos and its beings, star beings, planetary beings, including our own and this planet. This is a date with Time that has called me back to Eire. The reconciliation of this planet and her forms with the Realms of the Beloved. This does not deny our religions, our philosophies, our understanding. This date in time is to simply be part of the greater nature of things that will take us beyond our present limitations.
This date with time began for me began almost thirty years ago. My children were 9 and 10. I had brought them with me to Eire. I do not remember the name of the monastery turned lodging that we stayed in. I only know that the realms hidden from view wanted me to become part of something that is happening now and that they took to extraordinary means to bring me around.
I have never forgotten what happened that night in bed with my children in that damp cold room in that too small a bed for the twists and turns my children were apt to take. What happened that night I never forgot. Yet for years I never could figure out how to follow up on what happened. Until now.
We use the word, “It is time,” too lightly. Our minds, for the most part, do not get the pleasure of reflection where we can see how everything led to where we are standing in any given moment. For in reflection, I never needed to figure out what to do with the dream. Dreamtime had figured out what to do with me. I began, without realizing it, to trace an ancient memory of a promise that would be met in the future.
I am not the only one, I know. We each have our own story. And this is mine.
When it is time, it is time. It is like a thunderbolt from another universe strikes you.
At the beginning of this year, I met with Jackie, my support person at that time, and Anne said to me, “Tantra, we think it is time for you to return to Ireland.” A stirring deep within me quivered a string in my heart. When they began to speak about what came up for them as to the track we would take, the memory of that night in Dreamtime over awakened.
I was asleep with the children in our cold damp monastic room. They were out cold from the air travel and jet lag. I settled into a restless sleep. Something persistently tapped at the doors of my psychic mind. I had no idea what door to open so I slept.
The dream began and with it a very determined consciousness that sought without hesitation to make its point. First, I dreamed about St. Kevin and the story of his being disturbed by a woman in his cave whereupon he tossed her into Glendalough Lake. But the story I had heard morphed and I was walking through a boggy landscape trying to balance on the foundation stones of an ancient abbey or a church. I knew that I was in the land of the surreal. I knew my mindscape was piecing something together in my subconscious mind. Something between St. Kevin and a boggy landscape with the ruins of an old wall was not as it seemed. I began to wonder if a path was being traced for me between the past and the future. The dream seemed to be somewhere in between the remnants of a past that held the space for a not yet created future.
As that thought came to me, everything shifted. Except for the fact the energy in my head and around the bed felt so intense, as well as the fact, it was the dead of the night in a deep darkness, I might have had a sense of humor. Whatever was trying to get to me had finally gotten through my mental density.
I was in the sky looking down on Eire. Eire was covered with the brooch I had seen in the National Museum in Dublin. The brooch, called the Tara Brooch, was not discovered at Tara. It was named the Tara brooch to represent the connection between the high kings and queens of Eire and the Netherworlds that supported the mystery of life on this strange island that broke off from Africa and re-established itself near the Gulf Stream where it rests now.
In Dreamtime, the brooch was a map. My attention would be drawn to an area of the brooch hovering over Eire. As my attention was drawn there, my body would shape to represent that part of Eire. What was more shocking was that, as my attention was drawn to area after area, my children’s bodies were also being moved around on the bed until the three of us were the shape of Ireland.
This is why I know this journey is so important. It may not make sense in our senseless way of thinking, but these forces were showing us a mystical communication between our bodies and the earth and the cosmos. My body and the bodies of my children became a map and parts of our bodies lite up and revealed areas of Ireland that held ‘the anatomy of something’.
As highlights of areas of Eire showed up for me, a patterning of so above, so below traced itself into my consciousness…a time when the sky, the earth, and human would reconcile. Not reconcile trauma but reconcile back into the wonder of what we are as part of Creation and what that Creation includes and provides.
It would not be until I went to Mt. Shasta, California in 2010, that I would realize that that night in Eire in the musty monastery I had been held in the Realm of the Beloved.
Now I know that the image of the brooch activated a map of consciousness that carried connection between other worlds both here and elsewhere that carry the template of the Realm of the Beloved and those of us who carry it also. I am coming to complete a pattern that activates this greater kingdom that was part of Earth’s forming.
Some places we will visit, and some we will include in our psyche as part of tracing these patterns that draw us into the netherworlds of Creation where life is teeming with reconciliation, so our bodies can remember. We are in the return of what we are designed to be. The reality that we were told is real is failing. The deepest parts of us, the forgotten parts of us, are remembering. Anne and I are coming, and others are gathering with us, to secure the patterns forming that hold the original energy matrixes that were designed to connect human experience with the rest of Creation. It is in your stories, in your memories, in your longings. These independent activities of consciousness are now coming together to form a coherent whole… a place of reconciliation.
You were born into broken energies matrixes. Everything conscious, including us, has been interacting and interrelating symbiotically with the restoration of these matrixes through remembrance. Now they are re-established, realities that we have not been part of for centuries will return. Mark my words. Tantra Maat
We begin at Emain Macha – Navan Fort – Armagh
Each section below will carry what we know so far about the patterns and our part in them.