When I stepped off the plane, almost twenty years had passed since the near death experience. I was not accustomed to seeing so many people with red hair and freckles. I immediately thought of my daughter, Audrey. She would finally feel right at home, since she was redheaded and kissed by the angels many times in the form of freckles scattered on her nose and cheeks.
After renting a car and making sure I had my trusty umbrella, scarf and raincoat I set on my quest. With the light drizzle of rain on the windshield, I had high expectations and romantic thoughts of ancient days.
I purchased tickets, and my guided tour would begin soon. I walked onto the New Grange Monument and took a moment for meditation and connection to the earth. There was a group of about 20 people visiting from all different countries.
As I walked inside, my eyes adjusted to the darkness deep inside the mound and I began to see small chambers to the left and right. At the end of the mound was the focal point with an altar carved out of stone. The guide said that on the winter solstice at exactly the right time a narrow beam of light hit exactly onto the altar from outside a narrow hollow space like a laser. As a farming culture, depending on the sun to plant and harvest their crops, the people’s relationship to the sun was vital for survival. As we all stood in silence in the complete darkness for moment, I contemplated what it would be like to live on such a one-to-one basis with the rhythms of the earth’s seasons again.
I kept my New Grange postcard on my desk for many years to remind me of the dedication of the ancestors that came before me and to be thankful. One of the after affects of a near death experience is that an experiencer can have a hunger for knowledge and learning, highly curious. I definitely yearned to ignite and absorb the history of Ireland, her people and her beautiful historic sights.
Our guide informed the tour participants that if we wanted to put our name in for a yearly drawing, you might be one of the lucky chosen few who if there name was drawn, you could experience the light piercing into the darkness. You could be standing in New Grange in that special moment on the most auspicious winter’s solstice. I never put in my name. Maybe I need to go back to New Grange and give it a try. If you go, maybe you will have the luck of the Irish draw.
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I had met a new friend, Aurelia, who was an amazingly gifted ceramic potter. I had noticed that she was very vivaciously happy every time we met, which had been often over the past several weeks, to discuss pottery for an interior design project I had been working on. One day, I finally got up enough courage to ask her, “how was she was so happy all the time?” Aurelia confided in me that she was a professional psychic for several years now and would I like a psychic reading?” I replied, “yes” without thinking. As I walked up the formidable stairs of the house to get my first reading, most of me wanted to run but my curious instincts pushed me up the steps.
That very first psychic reading was the catalyst for me to begin a lifelong journey of self-discovery, learning the esoteric arts and travel to the world’s sacred places. I never would have dreamed that by gathering the courage on that day to receive my first psychic reading, that over twenty-five years later, I would have become a professional psychic for over twenty-five years and the happy founder of an online Esoteric University.
So, you never know where or how a catalyst is going to show up in your life, so, be on the lookout. I recommend taking the risk and following your instincts no matter how uncomfortable it feels. Besides, you can always turn and run down the stairs, if you want, at any time.
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The faery tradition is in the air with the upcoming Spring Equinox. The faery opened me today with renewed consciousness interweaving the mundane life with the Divine life. Sparks of John Keat’s Fairy Sonnet danced across the blossoming garden path spiraling around down and through to the Living World of Faery. Hold on to your bonnet’s, skirts, top hats and tails, change is coming, change is coming. It is indeed a time for new beginnings.