Finally we have reached the end of the tales of my ancestor energies quest. In this final post I complete the tale, telling you about the final two steps that I was required to go through in order to walk away with my prize. After the astonishing psychic battle that I had just participated in, the final two rituals were mere ceremony. Yet they seemed such the right things to be done at this stage that I went along with the information that I received, and went with the feeling of completing the quest in the “right way”, rather than simply walking away with my ancestral booty. I felt a sense of duty, of responsibility, and a sense of respect for the forces, the entities, the ancestors that had guarded the energies I was now hoping to take home with me, in fact IN me.
Gifts at Rath Baeg
As we drove away from Rath na Dtarbh down the narrow country lane that would lead us back to the main road we again passed Rath Baeg. In a sudden impulse I pulled in at the pay-by and parked up. Kal looked at me quizzically. I simply said, “There’s something I need to do here.” without really knowing what that would be yet. Hopefully, now that I was ‘allowed’ to dowse again, I could soon find the answer to that little problem.
The first thing I needed was a ‘safe’ path to a compatible power centre.
RITUAL PATH: Let me explain my concept of a ritual path. When I dowse I ask for a path that will take me to a power centre, and which will not drain any of the energies that I have accumulated recently. This is especially important if I have just done some energy work to cleanse and re-energise myself. A ritual path ensures that I get to my goal with as much energy as I started.
I call it a ‘ritual’ path because I have found that, especially at sacred sites, the path is usually a path established and used by the people who worked at the site (e.g. priests, druids, and other energy workers). Whether they knew it or not they were using a path that ensured they retained all their already-established energy.
The path up the side of the rath’s steeply ridged embankment was a familiar if exaggerated zig-zag formation. I wove left and right, but always moving one terrace higher as I approached the summit. At the top I had a view of the two other rath’s that had featured in my adventures that day – Rathcroghan and Rath na Dtarbh – the three rings together forming a right-angled triangle.
What was I supposed to do here, I wondered? The rods couldn’t help me now – this was communing work. I had to let the spirit of the place seep into my consciousness and tell me what was required of me at this stage. My mind melted into the now familiar landscape, the gently rolling lush green surfaces occasionally broken by trees. Soon the surroundings were an optional backdrop as my foreground consciousness began to rescind control, and a different form of attention – a wider attention – was allowed to emerge.
In a flash I knew what I needed to do. I needed to give thanks to all of those energy forms, the other intelligences, the leprechauns, the sprites and spirits that had helped me get to this point. To do this I lit some incense, and then I sat intending to leave an energy parcel of thankfulness, love and joy. That was what was required, I felt. Genuine emotional intent to be deposited on this rath.
Soon I was back to a waking state and walking mindfully back down the zig-zag path, feeling for the most favourable moment to turn and descend the little drops of the turf terraces until I was back at the car. It felt good to have paid my respects.
Rath Mor
Maybe I didn’t come out of that meditative state properly. I seemed to be in a very intuitive state of mind after Rath Baeg. I knew what I needed to do, and where I needed to do it. With an air of decisiveness I told Kal that we needed to visit one last place – and it would be a mound where I would go through a coronation ceremony, during which I would finally receive the “crowning glory” of the whole episode. This much I seemed to know without any external rationale coming into play. Kal politely went along with it. Hey – it was on the way back to civilisation, right? Let’s do it!
We parked at Rath Mor. The main road traffic trammeled by like blistering bullets, unaware that one of these two tourists was about to do something strange.
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