We had passed a tall standing stone – The Kintraw Standing Stone – on the way to the hotel, and had said that it would be nice to visit it at sunset. So it was that we arrived at the stone just as the sun was sinking behind the dark hills.
I wasn’t feeling this stone spiritually. To me it felt like an energetic investigation was required. There was something to learn.
I stood at the base of the stone. I could feel the stone draw down the last remaining rays of the sun. At this time it was slowing the intake and about to start turning around from drawing in to giving out.
I wondered whether it gave out energy during the evening. I dowsed where the energy output would be for a New Moon – I found a field boundary three feet away from the base of the stone. Then I dowsed where it would be on a Full Moon like tonight – I had to walk some forty feet away to find the extent!
Now it was time to get back to those amazing sites in Kilmartin Glen which had been energised by our work in the day, and which seemed to promise much more this full moon evening.
As we walked towards the main four spires of this site, I got a familiar tingle. It was Fay! I’ve been around them enough to know when they are about. Particularly when they are this side of a portal. It seems that my sacred journey is intertwined with these beings, for the moment at least. If you are a long-term reader, you will know that at some point I was told that I had a Faery Taint about me. Something that I have never been able to get to the bottom of! Note the exclamation of irritation there.
Following the direction of the rods, they told me that I didn’t need to prepare for this sacred place. Also, on an intuition, I asked whether these Fay where akin to the ones in Ireland or Brittany. No, they were different. Interesting that I could feel that.
I was led across the place, once, twice and thrice. Felt a bit like a preparation task to me, but hey ho! Thus began one of the longest communes in my experience. The gist of it is here and if it sounds far-fetched to you, imagine what it feels like to me…
Hundreds of years ago (possibly 1100 AD), at the time of the magician existence a group of Knights of Albion had been quested to seek a talisman that the magician had stolen from the Fay. To aid in their quest they had been marked (or blessed) by the Fay. As they journeyed towards the East and into Persia they encountered a group of Gypsies (or nomads) who were also aligned against this magician (I don’t know why). Interestingly, this group had men and women who were equal. One of the women had a relationship with a knight and a son was born of it. The knight had died but the son was brought up within the group and learned there ways. This son was an ancestor of mine. Through that line, the Faery Taint (Blessing) had passed, eventually to me. Further more, the Talisman that had been stolen was used to steal away the dragons from this land to help the Magician control the Djinn to further help him find the Ring of Solomon.
I know…far far fetched. I agree. What can I do? I report it as it is. I have on a couple of previous occasions referred to it as an Arabian Nights tale. Perhaps I should rename that, Arabian Knights tale?
Knights, magicians, Albion, Persia, Gypsies, Fay and not the least, the Ring of Solomon! It was all too much for me. I need simple things… go here, do that. But then…am I not always asking for more information? This perhaps was too much and yet, with a monumental sigh, I knew, deep inside of me, that this was just the beginning.
We were moving further back down the glen we had traversed when we arrived this Lammas August morning. Somehow, we had managed to drive right past a huge pair of stone rows, and we laughed at how Nature places these things in our attention just when we’re ready for them. Clearly, this was the right order in which to do things. Not the “nearest first” approach, which would be our “logical” sequence.
From Duncraigaig Cairn we followed the footpath through a channel of wild flowers and ferns until we emerged into an open field. Before us were two obvious stone rows: Ballymeanoch Stone Rows.
What was the best way to approach this abundance of megaliths? We had a stone circle and two stone rows to choose from! I opted for following the dowsing rods to help me decide, and they took me on a circuitous route around to the far side of two standing stones which I took to be an “entrance portal”. I needed to stop at the energetic barrier that I could feel between the stones, and which was acting as a form of gateway.
In the portal I got into a connected state. I felt the presence of faery, and it came to mind to acknowledge Bel and Titania – the king and queen of faery. I felt that this was the opposite side of their “opening” time of Beltane. This was the “closing time“. I wasn’t sure what that phrase meant at this point – it was something to do with acknowledging their movement towards being quiet for the Winter months – a sort of “end of the summer” feeling. Energy waning. A thanking them for the fruits of the summer. All those things were packed into this feeling, which made it so complex that I couldn’t’ express it clearly in words if I were given a whole book’s length to do so.
As we passed each other Kal mentioned that he sensed the presence of Faery here. A coincidence.
Having been birthed into the world at the last cairn we visited, a short drive later and we were at another cairn. Even as I walked into the place I felt that this place had a different energy about it. Or at least for me it did. I followed the rods, in almost a straight line up onto the top of the cairn where there was a tiny entrance into a chamber. It was so small, upon looking at it, I hoped that I didn’t have to go in and was relieved to see (by the rods) that I didn’t.
In fact my task was simple. Do a gratitude ceremony. I noted to myself that because we had left the incense in the car at the previous sites, we were unable to perform a fitting gratitude ceremony. It seems that that task had crept upon us here. So I sat with my feet dangling into the depths of the chamber below and lit some incense sticks. As I was surveying the beautiful scenery that surround this cairn I got an overwhelming sense of gratitude being reflected back at me. Surprised, I let my senses open a little to see where and what this feeling was.
Of course I started with myself, was this a reflection that the gratitude ceremony I had performed was insufficient or contained an error. No, that was fine. What then? Exploring the area with my senses revealed a very interesting result. The site was grateful to us (both Chris and I) for visiting. More than that, it was exuding this energy from a perspective of the whole glen. The entire vale was grateful for our visit from far off climes. That gratitude was being focused in our direction through this particular cairn that we were currently visiting. What a surprising gift. I let out a feeling of thankfulness towards the place and let it translate it to the rest of the glen.
With that very emotive exchange I was done and lay down on a grassy knoll in the sun awaiting Chris to complete his journey.
The wonderful thing about the Kilmartin Glen area is the density of megalithic sites, and the way the local authority has presented and preserved these important places. Dunchraigaig Cairn [link] is a prime example of this. We flew past it on the way in, but now we were heading back along the road we came in on so that we could access the site. Sometimes we “choose” the order of events, sometimes the order is imposed upon on by “chance”.
We parked in the small purpose-built car park and negotiated the surprisingly busy A816 road close to the Dunchraigaig Bed and Breakfast building. Once across we seemed to be in a serene space, surrounded by tall old trees of differing varieties which ringed the main attraction – a low-lying mound of rocks which capped two near-hidden cubby-hole entrances to the cairn .
Approaching Old Trees
The obviously striking spruce trees didn’t draw as much attention as the solitary old ash tree. The ash tree drew my attention and made me go towards it, where I placed all my things and sat down ready to rest. No rest for this druid! The moment I sat down I felt that the tree was trying to communicate. So be it!
I decided I needed a “proper approach” to the tree, and so I dowsed for a way in. The way was provided, and as I approached the rods stopped me. I looked down to discover tow mostly-buried stones forming a portal entrance way. I recognised the feature, connected to the presence of the tree, and then waited to see if my introduction would be accepted. It was, and now I could sit down and got into a meditative state at the base of this fine ash tree.
Geographically we had only travelled about a quarter of a mile through Kilmartin Glen, yet we had seen many fascinating and energetic megaliths. Now back together, Kal and I approached the Nether Largie South Cairn together. The sun was out as we approached, and all the dire predictions of doom-laden skies were dispersing as quickly as the dark clouds around us. Summer was making itself felt on this early August day.
Another “dispersal” of rock debris around the base, as though this preserved the interior better. I dowsed an entrance barrier that was a full 4ft deep. Further dowsing telemetry revealed that the structure was created 5,635 years ago. This would make the construction date 3620 BCE. Undiscovered Scotland put the date between 5,500-5,600 years ago. Good old dowsing! Right again. And more accurate.
Kal clambered inside after a quick dowse, and I was taken to sit on top, directly above where he was sitting inside. Seemed like we were working apart, but together on this one. I was acting as a kind of sentry for Kal, protecting the space. Now the work could begin…
Continuing on from the previous post and indeed from the previous location of the Singular Stone. As I walked away from the stone, closing the portal to the Fay. I approached a site that I was really looking forward to…The Moon Temple. I could already see that Chris was busy inside the circle and as I opened the door to the place I was stopped.
Apparently this wasn’t the time for me to go into this place. I queried the rods and they agreed, tonight, in the light of the near full moon was the time for me to work at this sacred place. I hung around outside the place until Chris was done and we both continued the walk to a nearby chambered cairn.
We arrived at the cairn and walking around it noted that there was an entrance and an exit or birthing exit as we like to call them. I followed the rods into the chamber and sat down on a ledge to commune with the place. Chris, I heard, had climbed atop of the chamber and you can read what he was doing in his post.
There had no need to prepare for this place or so the rods had told me so I was sat quite still, letting the muse take where it would. A butterfly floated into the chamber (or a vision of one did) and with a brilliant flash transformed into the Goddess known hereabouts as Caileach. I had never seen her appear as a butterfly before so that was a surprise in and of itself. That nagging question of why such a being was interested in me, came back to haunt me for a moment before I brushed it aside and paid attention to my erstwhile mentor(ess).
Let go of the process, she said, the outcome is determined. You are holding onto the process. Let it go and you will be the flow.
It was a familiar message and had been for the last 5 months, however it seems that I needed to hear it again. So be it. I acknowledged the message and the Goddess became transparent. I was done. Simple and straightforward I thought, until I clambered out of the birthing hole. It was as I stepped out that I felt that this whole experience had been a preparation for this evening and the Temple Moon.