I knew it was going to be big right from the outset. It’s like seeing the tornado on the horizon and knowing it’s heading your way. You can run but you can’t hide was actually a thought that sprang to mind a few days ago. So here I was, having just been dealt a hand by the Goddess Caileach I wondered what this “big” thing was going to be.
Although the Hill of Tara was well populated the church-yard was empty. Whether this was by design (of Caileach) or otherwise was unclear to me. Still it afforded me the chance to work in peace and solitude. I followed the rods to the road-side side of the church and they stopped by one of the walls. As is often the case, it was an innocuous place.
Asking whether there was any preparation needed the rods gave a firm no. Just Be, is the impression I got. So I did. The wind on this side of the church was non-existent and the sun light could not be seen since it was on the far side of the church. I slid down the wall and sat down on a small out-crop. My mind and thoughts faded as I closed my eyes…
I found myself in a noise filled jubilant hall. There was a round table in the center with knights sitting all around it. They looked up and seeing me, ushered me to one of the seats. As I sat and watched them, they regaled each other with tales of their adventures and quests. Soon I was also sharing my tales too. Travel, dragons, elves and quests galore were shared over wine and food. It was a vision that lasted for what seemed hours. But of course was only minutes in real-time. It is odd that I didn’t notice a throne (pretty much like in the above picture) upon which sat a bemused goddess.
Again I have to interject…is it me seeing her like that or is it actually what she seems like – watch out for a post on such matters later on!
Had she just appeared or had she been all the while was another mystery to me. Also I might add, there was only one throne (unlike the above pic). She was watching me closely, but I had the sense that to each of the knights she appeared differently and that she also appeared to be watching them closely too. I was absolutely convinced that this was for our collective benefit as opposed to just for me. Not only that but another thought occurred to me.
The knights in the room seemed to be from different time zones and indeed different races and cultures. Even as I write this a few days after the events, looking at my notes, I see that I have noted…
- Chinese Samurai – it was funny because he seemed the most boisterous of the bunch
- Viking
- A European – Italian I think
- There were 2 Arabs (one of whom was a very fetching lady)
- There was a Lady of Albion – with a scar down her cheek
And more besides. The sense of kinship was amazing. I belonged! We continued our tales for a while longer and I occasionally glanced up at the queen on her throne and wondered when she would interject. Each time I glanced, she was watching me…unnerving!
Hours (it seemed) later the talk slowly came to a stop and a silence gently fell across the whole of the hall. We all stood up and Caileach, the resplendent goddess rose and came towards the table.
“Welcome knights all”
Her voice was both quiet and thunderous also – I felt that she was speaking across time and space – odd that because during the feasting I had wanted to ask where the knights were (from their vision point of view) but the question itself seemed to be wrapped in an SEP field. I felt that they were not only in different times but in different places too.
“Today will mark a change in your lives forever”
Hang on, I thought, “forever”? What did that mean? I looked around and saw that a few others were concerned with that wording but the majority seemed to be in a state of awe…which made me wonder…where they seeing Caileach like I was? Particularly the female knights. In a cryptic way that only Caileach can muster she continued…
“It begins and ends here!”
As she spoke she grew in size. Another Caileach feat! With one step she closed on the table and with a fist raised high she struck the table and it shattered. The noise was ear-splitting. Not only that but it was the first time I realised that the table was made out of glass and that it had a spiral carved into it. Not anymore, now there was a huge crack in it and like a windscreen shatter, it had scattered smaller cracks and shatter. Everyone in the hall, without exception were stunned.
“The spiral is broken!”
Caileach proclaimed as she returned to normal size. I knew something of huge magnitude had occurred for us all. Even as I stepped away from the table and looked up at Caileach (who was staring at me) the sights and sounds faded and I was in the church yard, listening to sound of a multitude of crows screeching…Caileach…Caileach…Caileach…
