When I take part in Sacred Travel, I am careful not to over-plan, as I am aware that the hidden gems lay in the hand of the locals. That being said, there were two items on my list for Northern Ireland…Sleive Gullion & the Giants Causeway.
Traveling in early September is ideal for missing out on long lines at popular spots, that are considered national landmarks, as long as you are OK with a bit of unpredictable weather. Me, I do just fine with such thing, and always remember to pack for any kind of weather…raincoat & thin parkas are advised. There are benefits to traveling in September, such as kids going back to school, which means the crowds are a lot more manageable.
Having experienced this at Blarney Castle, where the normal wait to kiss the stone could be an hour & I was fourth in line, we decided to take our chances and drive straight to the causeway ourselves, skipping the tour bus option.
Where the first part of our travels had been by BusEireann, we were lucky enough to borrow a car from our host; the O’Hanlon family, in Dublin & the North. (I will speak of them more in my next blog Welcomed as a Druid) The drive from Mullagbawn; the place we called our home in the North, to the Giants Causeway was about 2.5 hours. The path we drove was a beautiful one showing us both the mountainous countryside & the city of Belfast.
Like the wise-woman I am, I make it a point not to get involved in battles that have never been mine, and I never talk politics or religion with strangers…OK, well maybe religion/spirituality with strangers, but only when its business. Generally I choose the path of love, and observation, often thinking of myself as similar to an anthropologist in such situations, I am there to watch and learn, not to judge. I find this a good rule of life.
When we got to our destination we again were easily able to get into the park. *I just want to state here that the parks are very reasonably priced, with the funds going to the upkeep and care of the national monuments*
Stepping out the door of the visitors center; into the park itself, I was nearly overcome with emotion. Like just about every sacred place I experience, I find myself with tears welling up in my eyes,and my body buzzing with energy. Looking back on it I am filled with deep emotion, for the connection to Spirit in such places is overwhelming.
We had received the hand held device; like all the other tourist, that were suppose to tell us something of the history, at various stops along the way. But we soon found that to be a waste, as neither my husband nor myself cared much for the tutorial. I for one, was there to experience the water, stone and nature beings that called the place home.
The work that brought me to the Giants was that of welcoming them to the table, calling them forward to share their strength in these trying times. For I often see myself as an ambassador to the Spirit realm, finding myself traveling about on tasks set before me by god/goddess/universe. I do this work because I am a communicator, able to speak not only to the Spirits of the Dead, but to those of Nature. As a Druid this is my role, one I was given by Spirit shortly before my graduation at Stone Hedge.
Look carefully for the face beside of me
Meeting with the Giants was a lot softer then one might expect. They had known of my coming, as I had connected to others of their kind before in the White Mountains of New Hampshire, and to cousins of theirs in Iceland.
I do not begin to understand what will happen at the table in which I believe all beings are being called to, I simply am there as the ambassador, giving the invitation to attend.