What this trip was about for me

9.26.18

What this trip was about for me…

I wanted to see if what I thought and felt was happening was…

It was. What did I think was happening? I think it all sums up in what has been happening in Ireland recently. The weather has been changing and, in that change, has revealed sites we have never known were there. The storms have cleared the debris and discovered there is something underneath.

It is hard to believe with all the massive refugees, immigrants, tyrants, greed, and other offensive things going on, that these storms are also revealing that there is something under all of that.

Us.

Leonard Cohen says in his Anthem:

[As I began to write this, several species of birds took off in flight over my head.]

The birds they sang at the break of day.

Start again I heard them say,

Don’t dwell on what has passed away or what is yet to be.

Yeah, the wars, they will be fought again.

The holy dove She will be caught again.

Bought and sold and bought again.

The dove is never free.

Ring the bells that still can ring.
Forget your perfect offering.

There is a crack everything (there is a crack in everything)

That’s how the light gets in.

We asked for signs. The signs were sent. The betrayed. The marriage spent.

Yeah, the widowhood of every government.

Signs for all to see.

I can’t run no more with that lawless crowd while the killers in high places say their prayers out loud.

But they’ve summoned, they’ve summoned up a thundercloud and they’re going to hear from me.

Ring the bells that still can ring.
Forget your perfect offering.

There is a crack everything (there is a crack in everything)

That’s how the light gets in.

You can add up the parts. You won’t have the sum. You can strike up the march. There is no drum.

Every heart, every heart to love will come, but like a refugee.

Ring the bells that still can ring.
Forget your perfect offering.

There is a crack everything (there is a crack in everything)

That’s how the light gets in.

That’s how the light gets in.

That’s how the light gets in.

That’s how the light gets in.

We can find the cracks where the light gets in. We are the refugees who fled the war and still have a place to find ourselves and a world. This will feed the field of Creation and that crack will grow wider. Yes, the wars, they will be fought again. The killers in high places say their prayers out loud. But we can widen the crack and leave those realities to be washed away by their own hands. Let’s build ours where we can.

That is what is rising.

In that is the Tuatha de Danann. Where our sovereign natures and our historic memories come together, and we remember. What will we remember? Maybe we will never know but we found it at every site that we went to and met others there. We remembered together. That is the key. The remembrance is in the coming together with no agenda, no purpose, no goal. Only to see who shows up where we are standing. There is an alchemy in a human being that lives in our desire to share a field of consciousness that is operating in unity with all life wherever you can find it. Sometimes it is someone like. Sometimes it is a sacred site, a holy well, a peak of a mountain, your friends. It isn’t who or what is it you who seek and find.

Anne and I have now walked the land and met others. Each of us will go our own way. It will fade from view, but the mountains and the hills, the rivers, wells, and oceans will not forget. The elemental natures heart is rebuilding out our coming to be with them wherever we can find them using our imagination to make contact. Then there are the amazing wild or gentle gods and goddesses whose matrixes still rise in the land. Those lands are still their territories and like the Lord of the Rings, they will rise when we call. They did.

Our dead are dead. The deeds are done and probably will be done again. But we can protect ourselves finding our way through our shared vision of a world rising in the debris of what is occurring in these days.

I have not stayed in business for 54 years if my words didn’t carry truth.

Mark my words.

I will still be doing consults although the form may change as we are at the edge of awakening in very specific ways and I want to nurture that. I will continue my Spirals as they are where the power of the alchemy of the field is occurring. Beyond that, I need to master my RV and living in the wilderness as often as I can. There is sometimes a Being who is more etheric than human. She has always been there with me. I would very much like to know her better and turn myself over to her in my final days.

Is breá liom tú.

Go raibh maith agat.

Tantra Maat

From the Field of Tantra Maat