I did not expect the transformation to start so quickly.
As I began planning my return trip, I knew that she would be an intricate part of the voyage, and that my return meant doing her work.
In short, I kissed the stone…The long story though is much more involved.
First and foremost, Blarney Castle is much more then a castle with a stone to kiss. It is a large expanse of land that holds a stone circle (the seven sisters stone circle), a dolman, a druids cave, forest sanctuary; that has trees from all over the world (with similar climates), a poisonous plant garden, waterfall, fern garden and much more. It was truly a wonderful experience, and I would recommend it to anyone, for there is something for everyone there.
I stepped into the sacred as soon as I walked through the gate, for a few minutes walk into the park there is a crossing of rivers. The crossing of rivers is a remarkable thing, as most often when rivers come together they converge. At Blarney, one river goes under the other, staying as two separate water ways…it is a place of wishes, and I made a point of offering my American coin to the mass of glittering change that sparkled in the water at the rivers crossing.
As I meandered through the park, I sang to the land at the Seven Sisters stone circle, before heading into the forest…taking the path least traveled. Where most people go first to the castle, my husband and I headed for the trees, and I was greatly thankful.
One of my most remarkable experiences happened with a ancient cedar tree. Coming from Vermont, I am use to cedar trees being a couple of stories high, but this beauty was far bigger then that. In fact a limb shooting off the side of it, was much bigger in circumference than any cedar I had ever seen. I was in awe, as I could feel the energy coming off of the giant cedar, as I walked around behind it, in search of a foot hold to climb onto the limb. When I got onto the limb, I almost fell off the other side, the energy of the tree setting me off balance with its intensity. When I settled onto it; lying with my back against the limb, I took a deep breath, preparing for sacred song. Then I clearly heard the tree speaking to me….
Now I have been spoken to by trees before, in fact, trees are quite social. But this was a command. The tree was putting me in my place, showing me that it also had something to offer. It was deeply humbling, and I was overwhelmed as energy from the tree started coursing through my body, my kundalini (chakra system) lighting up. It lasted but a few moments, but it is still working on me as I write this, over 24 hours later.
I did get a chance to sing to the tree, and instead of offering healing energy, I found myself singing out of thanks and honor. It was obvious how well taken care of the tree was, and how self aware it was.
We eventually made our way out of the forest, and after a round about walk, we headed to the castle. My husband is afraid of heights, and did not make it to the top. He did not kiss the stone. I went on alone, and was surprised at how easy it was to get there. During tourist season (beginning of June-end of August), it can be an hours wait to get to the stone. An hour of slow moving up steep, winding stone stairs, that have been worn down by time and usage. I was able to walk to the top, and was 4th in line to kiss the stone, when I got there. The people behind me were Americans, form Texas, and California. I asked Kyle from Texas if he would take my picture, and he suggested a video. One many of you have seen already on my Facebook page.
As I lay on my back, with an old Irishmen-attendant encouraging me to lower myself further and further down, I felt my intention deeply present. My hands; gripping the cast iron bars, held my focus as I slid further and further down, until my face was close to the bottom of the stone. I kissed the stone with meaning, knowing that for me, there was real magic to be had. I did not kiss the stone as a gimmick, I kissed the stone with purpose…giving my voice over to the powers that be, that I may use my voice to help others wake up, and become more aware. That my charm, and wit be a catalyst, nudging people to become truly conscious.
When I was lifted up from the stone, I felt a dump of adrenaline, my legs were wobbly, and my mind was keenly aware. I had just added another notch in my magical day. I had just put in motion something that would be carried out for the rest of my life.
The way in and out of the castle was specific, as the stairwells a