“where there is sorrow—there is holy ground.” ~~ Oscar Wilde
For some time now, Ireland has called me. In July 2005, I joined a small group of three other light-workers in Ireland. We traveled to many sacred and ancient sites where rituals have taken place for centuries.
With no predetermined goal other than healing myself (a little getaway does wonders for the spirit) and whatever else Spirit called me to do in the moment. Prior to leaving, I purposefully did not research any of the sites in an effort to be unbiased by history or beliefs. I really had not idea of where we would be going or what to expect.
At each site, I psychically accessed my own information for questions, answers and healing direction if required. In 14 days, we covered 1,400 miles. Getting our bearings in the Irish countryside proved to be a healing challenge in itself making the journey like a scavenger hunt in past time and sometime in a different dimension. At times it was very strange even for a psychic.
Since there were many profound healing experiences at different sites, I thought I’d share a three of the most memorable experiences from the journey with you.
Navan Fort, was the first site where I first encountered a non-physical being.
The Iron Age (700 BC – 400AD) archaeological site of Navan Fort is an ancient political and religious capital of the Celtic world, in northern Ireland. A large earthwork on the summit of a hill, Navan was known in legend as Emain Macha, ceremonial and spiritual capital of ancient Ulster, associated with tales of the warrior Cuchulainn.
Navan Fort was the seat of power in Ulster for 700 years. Named after the Princess Macha it was the court of the Red Branch Knights. It is said that the legendary Irish hero Cuchulainn spend his youth here before facing the invading army of Queen Maeve of Connaucht.
The main visitor center was closed but we were guided to the grassy hill outside and found a few locals enjoying the rare show of summer sunshine. I found a clump of trees where I sat down to energetically connect with this ancient site.
As I closed my eyes, I felt myself being caught in a spiraling vortex. Whirling and whirling, it felt as if my body was moving. I realized this energy was ‘creative energy’ and this area was a powerful vortex center.
In my minds eye, I rode the waves of this vortex and out jumped out a feisty pirate spirit being with one eye. This Being was gruff and stern and wanted to know what I was doing here. He told me he was holding this energetic pattern for the area and didn’t want anyone to mess up his work. His job was to keep people off their path and ‘fight for space and freedom’.
I informed him I releasing him from controlling this energy in the area and did. I psychically perceived that this site was an ancient ritual site for fertility and goddess worship. This Being was using the creative energy to control this space through fear rather than freedom and love.
Three days before we left Ireland, the IRA announced they were putting down their weapons and decided to resolve issues peacefully. For me, this was total validation for the work I did.
Another site we visited was Carrowkeel, known locally as ‘the Pinnacles’. The Carrowkeel complex is believed to have been constructed between 3000 and 2000 BC, remained in use until 1500 BC. The cairns, built of limestone with interior chambers roofed with large limestone slabs, range in size from 25 to 100 feet in diameter. These passage tombs are most usually located high upon hills and mountains and dot the landscape around Sligo County, forming a larger network of ancient sites whose mysterious origin is still largely debated.
Archeologists and Historians say Neolithic farmers built these tombs around 3500 BCE, not only to bury their dead but with a greater significance and purpose in mind, since many of the tomb's designs have undeniable links to the heavens. The many excavations have yielded cremated human remains along with pendants, beads, stones and pottery fragments.
Irish Mythology says the cairns at Carrowkeel are tombs of the Tuatha de Danann, (The Divine People of the Goddess), ancient warriors who fought the greatest of all mythic battles, called Cath Maige Tuired, there upon the very top of Carrowkeel.
Hiking to the top of the mountain was a pleasant stroll, passing grazing sheep along the way. While roaming the various tombs at the top of the mountain, we reached a cairn where the entrance seemed big enough for me to squeeze through. In spite of the absolute darkness, I took a photo into the entrance. I was surprised by the image (on the right) since my digital camera was so reliable. Puzzled, I then slipped off my sunglasses and crawled on hands and knees through the narrow passage way of limestone blocks that formed the narrow, sunken opening.
Inside the tomb was the quiet of centuries. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw that I was in a little stone room, about the size of a walk-in closet, with just enough room in which to stand. The walls and the floor were made of giant symmetrical slabs of limestone, and the vaulted ceiling or "roof box" as I later learned it was called, was held up by jamb-stones supporting the lintels, also made of stone. The tomb itself was of course vacant of any trace of previous human occupation and I marveled at the ancient builders who shaped those well built walls and the silent tenants who once occupied this room undisturbed all those centuries. I was to find out later that the entrance to tomb was in reality an aperture designed to capture the rays of the setting sun of Summer Solstice, and still does to this day.
In the darkness, I tried to comprehend the centuries that had elapsed between me and these ancient peoples. Perplexed by a light showing up on the previous shot I took with my camera, I took a photo of my friend inside the cairn.
This time different wisps and distortions appeared on the image. Then she took another one of me. I’ll let you decide for yourself but, they sure look like spirit pictures to me. These were the only images on the whole trip that had strange distortion on the images.
The third site that stands out for me was Clonmacnoise. It was once one of Europe's great universities and was once the home of some 3,000 scholars, at a time when Ireland stood as the beacon of learning during Europe's Dark Ages. Called "greater than kingdoms in its digniry," Clonmacnoise was the most important monastic site of Ireland’s golden age of Christian learning. It is still a place of pilgrimage
We stopped one night at the The Village Hotel in Tyrellspass. After a long day of touring and photo ops at Clonmacnoise we settled in for the night in this charming old world hotel. After our hearty Irish meal, my companions retired early and I visited with staff and locals in the pub. Before long I was the pub entertainment giving short readings for anyone who dared to join us.
It appears as though they weren’t the only ones wanting a reading too. A persistent spirit being got my attention and wanted to tell me she had been trying to get someone’s attention. She told me that she had taken something they used for their business. She didn’t know the name for it but showed me the mental image of a stapler. The hotel manager confirmed that she had been missing a stapler but thought nothing of it.
The spirit’s name was Kat or Katlin (or something resembling that). When I said her name a light at the far end of the bar in the photo turned on. Everyone noticed the light come on by itself and the Manager went over to turn it off. It wouldn’t go off. Kat, the spirit being, she knew she died of a fever of some kind and she was waiting for her baby to come with her. She in fact was 3-4 months pregnant when she crossed over and appeared to be stuck waiting for her baby to be born. I got up and left the room and the light went off again.
Later, I gave Kat and her baby a healing so that she could move on in the spirit world. I called the hotel later and the mystery is solved. Kat moved on and returned the stapler to the hotel on her departure.
This two week journey was packed full surprises, twists and turns of events. It was difficult for us to stick to any daily itinerary, as our spirit guides had different ideas than we did at times. That often created challenges for our group as we learned more about true spiritual freedom and trust. We practiced trusting spirit to guide us on the healing adventure, manifesting miracles along the way. This healing journey was truly a gift and an honor to work on the Emerald Isle.
Amirah, Intuitive Life Coach, helps individuals gain insight, clarity and understanding in their own lives making positive life changes. Transform your hidden blocks, fears and beliefs that limit potential.
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