Hill of Tara or Temair was one if the most powerful sites that we visited in Ireland. This ancient ceremonial ground is at least 5000 years old. One can feel the processions circularly winding through it’s sunken pathways, surrounded by earth, carved into the land millennia ago.
Historians are often wrong, and they know even less about the great and ancient sites that are scattered all over our world. How is it possible to even know what was important to these human beings when our culture has moved so far away from their consciousness?
We care not for the otherworld, the spirit realm. We care not for the planetary positions, the precession of the Equinox or the movement of the stars. Our concerns are much more with matter rather than spirit, with the visible rather than the invisible, with the mondial rather than the divine. Most human beings today have no direct experience with their own spiritual life and existence, preferring to live in a world which is defined for them by mundane external and spirit-less forces. Many of these forces are spirit-eating.
But it is said that Temair was the place of the ancient High Kings of Ireland, a seat of Druid power in the land, a portal into the spirit realm, and dwelling of the Gods. The Stone of Destiny, Lia Fail, was said to cry out when the new and rightful King of the realm was present, a cry that emanated straight from the otherworld.
It was also here that St. Patrick did battle with the Druid priest, winning over the seat of the High King through his own priestly magic, resetting the future path of Ireland.
Whatever the actual truth, there is a power that radiates from this ancient liminal site where human beings worked directly with the veils that separate this realm, and that. One can feel such resonance in any of these sacred places, one can sense the supernatural breathing through the cracks of air, pulsing the ether into our earthly sphere.
The feel and taste of such sacred threshold sites is powerful and unmistakable.
It is here that one might more easily sense the time before time, the civilization before civilization, and the reality of our sacred origins, far deeper and greater than we could ever imagine.
For it is in such places, where the veil is thin, that we might feel our interrelationship with the earth, the way in which we spring from it’s seeds and roots, how it is that we as human beings, through the grace of the Sun and Stars, reach upward towards the light to come into full bloom.
We might sense the elements pulsing through our veins, from subtle to dense, revealing to us not only the trajectory of spirit descending into matter, but the actuality, that matter is most simply put a pure expression of spirit.
The ancient ones understood this great truth. In the time before time, the worlds were not so separate. From the anthroposophical perspective, all Five Elements were present, but everything was lighter, more ethereal, less dense. This reality was not a function of their spiritual superiority, but rather of the nature of the cosmic cycles, which reflect our evolutionary path of development.
This is why, in the time before time, we hear of the great mythological legends of the high priestess’s and sorcerers - the Atlantean magicians who could break the rocks at their will, drain and push the rivers and the lakes, ignite the fire, and direct the wind. These were known as the alchemical magicians of their time, the ones, for better or worse, who grew power over the elements, and moved them to do their bidding. But at this time, these great skills were much more attainable, because the earth was lighter, and the elements less distinct.
We have now entered into a most dense period where it has become less and less possible to sense spirit in everyday life. Only those whose previous root was well established may more easily feel this reality. The body has become heavy, drawn down, tied to the earth in a way which was not previously experienced. And through the desecration of the body temple, through the destruction of it’s pure instrument form, we have further severed ourselves from the understanding of our sacred elemental composition. For it is through this composition that we come to know the root of all elements as Spirit herself. She is everywhere and everything, invisible to the mundane, at all times singing on the high winds.
And so it has come to pass that most of the world now lives in complete severance
from her sacred breath. Most can no longer feel the tingling on the skin that reflects her touch, most can no hear the voice on the wind that is her name, most can no longer remember the story before the story, the time before time, the legends that are real.
But now is a great time of awakening, of reconnection and of remembrance. In this, the darkest moments before the dawn, where matter is most dense, and where we feel the heaviness of our limbs, we are easily fooled to believe that this earth realm is all that exists. We forget the light of the stars and the journey that we have been on. We forget the alchemical reality of our cosmic root and memory, whose sacred existence is tied to the ancient ceremonial lands scattered about our great earth, where the veil is especially thin.
For it is in such a time and place as now where the light, surrounded by darkness, becomes crystalline and abundantly clear. The Beacon was lit long ago, and it’s great fire has never been put out. When you visit these ancient sites, the ones whose souls are longing for the truth cannot help but feel the deep history in their bones, a thousand ancestors crying out, this is our time, our time to remember!
And they all sing - “Light the Sacred Fire in the long forgotten Tower, and prepare for her sacred Return.”
Beautiful! As you step into the new world, I love how you toss crystals behind you to light the way for others! It will be interesting to see how that infusion fuels your writings here, must have been tree mend us being there!