Day 3 – The Glen
They met us at The Glen. There is a parking spot now. We all descended on it. Excited travelers breathing deeply. We meet again.
Rachel and Chris from so long ago. Kate, our amazing New Yorker, finding her way by buses and I do mean buses to this remote place. Melanie finding me traveling all the way from Belgium. The delight of holding her body after having had the privilege of remotely participating with her Being. Emmet and Roisin responding to their love of Sligo and promoting whatever was going on there. Dee, a true traveler in her converted van, decorating the green with her colorful attire.
The human matrix for The Glen had arrived and we were all so excited. There was a hum and a buzz and a tickle and a soundless tune that swirled us as we began our walk and my chatter. I am so wondrously hyper stimulated by the Fairy Realms. My multi-dimensional nature can go from deep somber magi to light spring-in-my-step child in a flash of the eye. Chris and I spoke about the paramagnetic field and consciousness, Philip S. Callahan, being such a contribution to this trip. That is the beauty of writing regarding what one is present to. Others can see what they have been seeing through the author’s words.
We gathered in The Glen, about 60 to 80 feet wide, a long horizontal section of land that simply dropped intact, leaving approximately forty-foot cliffs on either side. We stood under elder trees predominately standing at the entrance of the long corridor of fern, mushroom, moss, and vine. It was so good to feel the people there. What a perfect setting for us all. Somehow, we were of the realms that once gathered there – so invisible to a modern human eye. I was both spellbound and astounded at the purity of the moment and the impeccability of who was called.
I did not want them captured in my speaking, so I opened up the opportunity to wander even if the elder was going on and on and on and on. 🙂
Soon I wandered. I knew where I was going. I wanted to know about Omey. I had, in DreamTime, a vision of Omey and the fairy realm. I felt that the fairy realm had taken care of the dead who were buried there in a way I could not fathom, but felt in The Glen the awareness of what I was seeking would find me.
There is an area where the stone walls of the cliffs jut out and a chasm you can walk down into that has a crack in the stone. If I was four inches across and two inches deep I could probably walk into the crack, but that is not the case. Every time I have gone there, the first time being the most disturbing, there is an occurrence that is the same.
I don’t think I can language it effectively for every word I might use could give it the wrong take. As close as I can get is a stream of some kind of consciousness flows out of where the stones have separated leaving a narrow corridor made, it would seem, for only 2 dimensional beings. The same fallen tree was there with the same branch stretching out two feet above the ground. More moss than I remembered.
I sat down in the curve of the green moss pillowed branch and listened. While the gods prefer presence, the fairies prefer listening.
I was startled as I discovered later that Anne too was taken by the somber feeling The Glen carried. So different from before when the fairies challenged, in their own chaotic way, our frozen natures.
A simple question from me, “What is going on?” elicited such a response.
I feel them wing over to me. The words were clear. I realized as I listened that words between humans and elementals and gods are not usually so clear. On one hand, I was elated because that meant that certain veils that hide our listening from each other had dissolved. On the other hand, I was so available to their weariness that I was startled by it.
I will simply repeat their words as clearly as I remember them.
A soft feminine voice spoke to me, “The fire fairies and the water fairies have gathered around the world.” I could not fathom the why of it but a deeper knowing of connection between the elemental world and the elements gleamed strong in my heart. I saw the fire elementals in the volcanoes and the fires. I saw the water elementals in the hurricanes and the rain. I could feel an almost knowing rising in me.
The knowing gained more territory when I could hear the next statement, “We the air fairies and earth fairies are holding them.”
I could feel their weariness. I could feel their brightness diminishing. I was afraid.
“What can I…what can we do I?” I asked.
What emanated to me was a feeling of ‘we were all in it together now’. We are all holding onto the fabric of creation here in whatever way we can while the primal mother lets go into her ecosystem rebirthing herself in fire, air, wind, and water. We were all merging into her to hold ourselves as part of the rebirthing into newness that is upon us.
This morning, we got a beautiful message from one of us who is risking the greatest gift a human being can give to life…transparency.
I will not use her name here because I did not ask her permission, but I will include her gift.
Dear Tantra and Anne,
Thank you for your wonderful spontaneous video. And for your words, Tantra, that you love us and will never leave us, we belong with you and you belong with us. So healing. Your song was enchanting, Anne, as was your joy in splashing with your feet in the river! In my mind I’m splashing too, sitting beside you, barefoot of course, reveling in the feeling of my naked feet hopping around in the grass being silly, splashing in the river, laughing and singing with you, wonderful happy songs. And thank you so much for posting the pictures from the Glen!
Both helped me connect to the place of today. The Glen. I have been procrastinating the whole day, not wanting to connect, my body being angry and tense. I haven’t even managed to read the whole of your message about The Glen, Tantra. Late in the evening I finally felt calm enough to listen to my body.
A break happened there, in this place, in the connection with the other realm, with the land. Wild grief and fury rises in my body. I’m feeling so unworthy, so abandoned, and this horrible guilt for betraying that world. A little hand takes mine. I don’t see anyone. But I can feel a little hand gripping mine.
I’m so angry that the forests are gone. It feels like a betrayal. And this is being held space for. For my feeling like this. Fury over this world being closed, that people got shut out from it, and my role in that. My people’s role in that. I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry. Oh, I don’t know how it all will heal, how the forests and trees will come back. I miss them so much.
I give myself over to the grief. My hand is being held. It’s screaming inside of me in fury and anguish and grief. I’m so sorry I left you. I’m so sorry I left Ireland. But I have come back now.
I can feel small hands patting me, where they can reach. My knees, thighs, hands, arms. I’m sobbing and I feel them leaning against my back, my sides. Comforting me. Being there with me. Letting me grieve.
In my mind I see a woman with red hair sitting bent double in the green grass outside a fairy mound, grieving. That woman is me then.
Finishing reading Tantra’s message I see that it speaks about reconciliation. <3
So much love,
I feel the energy of her cry surging into the fairy realm that connected with her. I feel the elemental primal realm strengthen with her cry, her longing, her reconciliation.
I realize this is what we provide them. We are part of a species that forgot its unity with Creation. That is true, but we are also those who remember. Therefore, when we weep we restore our connections. In connection, all life is restored.
When we care, we build the strength of the primordial, not only in ourselves, but in the field of the primordial realms also. This is what Dagda meant. It is our primal nature being tapped into just as in the other primordial realms so that we are born into the reconciled tomorrow. But more than that, during these condensed times when so much is in the balance, it is also includes us and is imperative that it is us that reconciles what went before and uses the primal screaming energy of the destruction of life to generate the primordial ecstatic construction of the new.
She heard. She exchanged.
So do you.