In this final part of our two-day trip to Iona I will tell you a quick story about an incident that was indeed quite incidental to the rest of the pilgrimage. Pilgrimage? Is that what I’m calling this now? I supose it was, really. I was visiting the land formerly walked by druids, and which was once studded with megalithic sites and groves. Anyway, in this post I will tell you about a small piece of spirit release work that I did in passing, as it were.
St Columba’s Hotel
Kal and I had been speaking with an American couple over drinks and cakes at the St.Columba Hotel. They were due to go for dinner at 7:30pm, and we had kept them talking since about 3pm! It was a most gentle-tempered and highly educated conversation considering our relative viewpoints. Chuck was a preacher from the Christian tradition, and his wife Connie was equally well-versed in such teachings. Kal and I, on the other hand, were doing our best to generalise our opinions and thoughts such that we didn’t offend the couple with any hint of paganism, yet I’m sure they guessed with the un-subtle hints that I gave during the course of the discussions. I can’t help myself sometimes. At one point I mentioned something about a knight in reference to Kal and he shot dark daggers at me across the table. I giggled. The couple were very liberal, anyway, well-spoken and delightful company too.
I had agreed to use the one phone box on the island to call my wife at 6:30, because mobile reception was so poor on the island (I had once called her from the top of Dun I because Kal noticed a signal!). So at 6:15 I made my excuses and left, heading out into the wind and gloom that covered the island at this time of the evening. It would be dark soon, but I would be back in the hotel by then, I thought. I made my call and reassured M that I wouldn’t miss the morning ferry. Apparently I have ‘a habit of doing that’ (which means that ONCE I missed one, therefore I can never be trusted to catch any more ferries ever again).
The village was deserted and the light was fading as I began to walk back up the hill on the only road, the one which would take me back to the hotel and relative warmth (and beer – don’t forget the beer!). It was twilight – the space between day and night, and gap between two worlds. I wondered if I should take the route through the Nunnery which would also take me past St.Ronan’s Chapel? Something suggested I should, so I turned into the grounds and switched on my ‘etheric radar’ to see if there was anything mooching around at this time of the evening.
As I walked along the path I felt a little tug on my ‘scanner’. Something was about twenty feet away to my left, somewhere at the back end of the Nunnery. Of course, I went to see what it was.
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