Salty Seas, Sandy Toes & Extra Delicious Prose

The journey was long and windy. The roads bumpy and towns busy that we had to pass through to go on our holidays to West Kerry and West Cork. The homes of my parents that border each other in the province of Munster, Ireland.

Four siblings squished into the back seat of the grey Renault 18 car. My father intent on driving at 50 miles per hour all the way to Dingle! Car stocked up with our luggage and most importantly, food for the journey including our picnic special of Kimberley, Mikado and Coconut cream biscuits. Fizzy drinks too if we were lucky!

Many many hours later and sitting sleepily amongst the biscuit crumbs, my mother would call out "who can see the house first?". "Me, me, me...." we'd respond. Fighting over who had really seen it first. The house being her birth home in Coumgaugh, Dingle, in the bend of the sun's rays 2 miles down the bóthar fada / the long road, from Dingle town.

An opportunity to be wild and free on the land of my ancestors, climbing my favourite trees behind the house; walking up to the cow house to check on the animals; playing with Kerry the sheep dog or cuddling the new batch of kittens hungry for my attention. Climbing The Bean hill behind the house and calling out in carefree delight with the take-your-breath-away views at the top across the Dingle Peninsula.

Sitting outside on the stone front door step in the early mornings basking in the rising summer sun of West Kerry. The sweet smell of a long summer ahead filled with belly laughs, cousins, the fresh seas, sandy toes, new potatoes with melted Irish salty butter and my auntys' warm homemade brown bread.

The sun always seemed to shine and when the rain came, we'd retreat inside for board games or cozy chats by the fireside. The crows chattering noisily in the trees by the house.

Something has been on my heart for many many years. It became stronger after walking the roads of Dingle in the half marathon in early September this year. I noticed how beautifully Dingle brings me into a presence where all worries and distractions disappear. Just like that. How nothing else matters other than the landscape, the beauty and the raw wildness that is Her, Daingean Uí Chúis / Dingle / An Daingean!

Her soul song is strong.

She calls the weary traveller to come rest awhile. Her strong embrace never leaves you!

Today is the day that I share my heart with you, with encouragement from my ancestors!

"Now is the hour", as my grandfather Jim used to say.

I am calling 12 souls to Dingle, County Kerry, Ireland, to the land of my ancestors to commune, connect, learn, share stories, be inspired and listen to what the land would like to have happen. In a fully immersive retreat, located by the birth place of my grandfather Jim in Cuas a'Bhodaigh / Brandon Creek, a short drive from Dingle town.

You're invited, dear traveller, to the unique

Sacred Storytelling Retreat DINGLE

County Kerry, Ireland

1 - 5 May, 2025

I am synchronistically in Ireland leading a group in sacred storytelling at Lough Gur and The Grange Stone Circle, County Limerick as part of their private retreat on the 10-10 portal.

I am then travelling on to Dingle in order to finalise details for my 2025 Dingle retreat and to listen to the land, as well as to catch-up with my relations! So you can expect to hear more specifics from me in the upcoming weeks. In the meantime, you can show your interest by joining the waitlist that I have created especially for this event.

​CLICK HERE​ to add yourself to the WAITLIST and mark the retreat date in your diary!

When you add yourself to the ​waitlist​, it means that I will tell you FIRST about this retreat once enrollment is fully OPEN!

Here are further details:

Location: An Bóthar Pub & Guest House, Cuas, Dingle, Co. Kerry, Ireland. ​Click here​ to checkout our retreat space which supports a grounded, authentic Irish welcome :).

An Bóthar means the road. My grand-aunt Peig and grand-uncle Tommy purchased An Bóthar many many years ago and it remains in the family now, being run by my cousins.

Date: 1 - 5 May, 2025

Season: Bealtaine ~ gather around the bright fire

Number of participants: 12

The Working Itinerary:

Arrival: Thursday 1 May 2025 Afternoon - Meitheal ~ Gathering for our opening dinner and orientation circle

Day 1: Friday 2 May 2025 Connecting to the Threshold of Your Knowing through the Voices of the Ancestors

It's a short walk to Cuas a' Bhodaig / Brandon Creek, past Grandfather Jim's birth home to the place where St Breandan set sail on his voyage of discovery, to return with scéalta nua / new stories and yarns. This place holds a special kind of magic and stillness, gazing into the creek at the edge of our knowing.

Learn about Wild Foraging of seaweed on the land and plants with a native to Dingle who will also teach you the Irish words for these sacred plants.

Day 2: Saturday 3 May 2025 Activating Your Codes through the Voices of the Land

Entering into sacred ceremony, we go on excursions to sacred sites such as St Gobnait's Well, Kilmalkedar 12th Century church where my ancestors are buried, Gallarus Oratory and The Lonely Ogham Stone by my mother's home, that hold the memories of the codes.

Free time in Dingle town with an opportunity to enjoy the many craft shops and sample the delicious fresh Dingle food, with live music as an added cultural bonus!

Day 3: Sunday 4 May 2025 Allowing Your Sacred Story to Unfold

Who are you now? Space and time for writing, meditation, art and creativity to express yourself and record your new insights, with the land of our ancestors supporting you.

Excursion to Tráigh an Fhíona / Wine Strand, the beach of my childhood. Walk along the sandy shore and allow the soft gentle air to wipe away all your worries. We'll pop into An Riasc / Reask monastic settlement to connect with the ancient stones and be in silence to commune with the sacred stories here.

Another stop at Béal Bán beach and the beach of my ancestors. Take a dip in the salty ocean if you're feeling brave! These are beautiful places to gather in meditation on the land.

Day 4: Monday 5 May 2025 Morning - Consolidation & integration. The Way forward & The long Irish goodbye.

What's included:

• Delicious and hearty breakfast and dinners at An Bóthar Pub

• Packed lunch daily for our excursions

• Accommodation in shared rooms with a single room supplement

• Indoor retreat space where we gather, learn and meditate in between excursions

• Private mini-bus transport to locations around Dingle

• Craic, ceol, agus scéalta ~ fun, music and stories!

• Spaciousness to absorb the stillness and silence that this venue outside Dingle offers as well as the fun, laughter, and busyness of Dingle town as a popular tourist destination

You can expect a uniquely transformational immersive experience in this landscape of soul on the wild Atlantic threshold, which I proudly call the home of my ancestors and my soul home.

​CLICK HERE​ to add yourself to the WAITLIST for the

Sacred Storytelling Retreat DINGLE

County Kerry, Ireland

1 - 5 May, 2025

When you add yourself to the ​waitlist​, it means that I will tell you FIRST about this retreat once enrollment is fully OPEN!

I can't wait to be your host and guide on this deeply meaningful pilgrimage at the edges of the salty, wild Atlantic waters.

At the threshold of our current knowing.

Connect deeply with the vast swell of the wild Atlantic oceans, the voices of the ancestors and voices of the land so that you may know your unique way.

Your soul song is waiting for you to remember once again as you immerse yourself within the sheer beauty of these lands.

Allow your sacred story to unfurl and flow.

I welcome you home to the Kingdom of Kerry with outstretched arms.

Le grá / with love,

Eimear x

Relax. Be still dear child.

Relax. Be still dear child.

Be here with us now.

Within this spaciousness so vast, timeless and pure.

Within this void of the no thing ness between what was and what is.

Breathe in to presence. Breathe out to source.

Allow your breath to breathe life into the primordial flame whose embers remain alight for you.

Watch as it ignites and sparks into life, growing larger and smaller in union with your sacred breath of life.

Precious pure source child. We surround you now and wrap you in a golden robe of love.

For you are the way. This is the way.

An bealach. Bealach na Bó Finne.

The way of the bright white cow.

The great milky way home to source.

Anchor in this liquid gold of The Great Mother.

Fill up your chalice and drink her celestial milk that flows from cosmos to earth.

Anchor into love.

Relax. Be still dear child.

Be here with us now.

On 17th July 2024, I meditated over zoom in silence with a circle of Magdalenes for just 16 minutes. Then we shared what we experienced with each other within the sacredness of our circle. The words above were whispered to me gently, powerfully and I share them here with an open heart for you.

Things have been intense over the past few months for me. I've been held within the depths of a deep dark cave where I've been instructed by the universe most high to remain there until my karmic and life lessons have been learnt and embodied by my human form once and for all....on this spiral at least.

I've been asked to become a seer in the darkness. To acknowledge all that I've been running from. Hiding from. Suppressing. Compartmentalising. Bypassing.

To turn bravely towards the horrors of the battle field and tend to the scars and wounds of my soul which in turn represent a microcosm of the scars and wounds of the collective. Karmic patterns that serve or don't serve. Patterns that point the way in and through to new earth. Where the bypass remains firmly shut.

This is a time for direct line of sight even within this void. For a discerning focus like no other.

All that no longer serves must go. For it does not belong in new earth.

The direct line of sight guides me to a re-membrance of the soul seer within me and gradually, the deep dark cave becomes my ally. I see how it becomes bathed in Aurora Borealis light so vibrant, awe inspiring, animated and uplifting. Emerald, turquoise, lapis lazuli, rose quartz, beryl, gold. Sirian blue and Andromeda white. An energetic charging chamber that now serves as a crystalline energy source for all who are pure of heart to connect with.

To plug back in.

Lots of love,

Eimear x

Death of the Son & Resurrection of His Life

My cousin died suddenly last week. He was only 52 years old. His funeral took place yesterday in Cork, Ireland. His name was Donal - Dómhnall in Irish and means world ruler.

Since I couldn't be there in person, I was glad it was livestreamed on YouTube. So I got busy yesterday morning creating a sacred space on my kitchen table with candles, crystals and a photo of my dad. My laptop in the central position of this impromptu viewing altar, I clicked on the livestream to join the funeral just in time to see my mum and sister at the top pews giving their condolences to my aunt, uncle and cousins.

How I wished I could be there in person amongst my aunts, uncles, many cousins and family to celebrate, grieve, hug and share stories. Yet, at home by my kitchen table is where I was meant to be evidently.

I held it together as six men carried his sizable coffin up the aisle of the church and positioned it in front of the altar, all the while serenaded by a beautiful solo singer whose divine masculine frequency resonated through my laptop and into my kitchen to me.

But when my cousin stood up at the pulpit to share the eulogy, hearing his voice speaking the life stories of his eldest brother caused the bottled up grief within me to rise up and release through my salty tears with such a force that I was glad I was at home alone at my kitchen table. I felt like the Bean Caointe; the Keening Woman whose sobs and tears were melting away eons of stuck grief through my Cork lineage and rippling out to the collective like a quantum healing balm of deep love and reverence for this moment.

You see I remember my cousin when we visited on our holidays to my father's home of county Cork as a child. But I didn't know him as a person in the way that I knew my other 34 cousins. He was born with profound hearing loss and with a condition called aphasia meaning in his case, he was unable to speak. In the eulogy it was explained that he found it difficult to accept that he couldn't hear or speak; that he couldn't communicate with people.

More tears flowed when my father was mentioned. With my father's line of work in the Department of Education in Dublin at the time, he made sure that a special class was setup for my cousin in Cork and for aphasic children in school. My father, always the family man and first to step in to help. I felt the warmth of his presence at this funeral.

And so my late cousin quickly learnt other ways of communicating at school and at home through lip reading, sign language, reading and writing.

"His reading and writing skills were second to none and he became a master communicator."

He became a master communicator.

These words stopped me in my tracks. He couldn't hear. He couldn't speak, and because of this, he found new and alternative ways to communicate. Over time, he became a master communicator.

The high mastery of becoming the master communicator felt so beautiful and poignant to me that I had to let this sink in.

He used to go on long cycles, and always found his way home. Like a homing pigeon. And he had an incredible ability with numbers, remembering everyone's date of birth and date of death as well as their age. He loved water and the sea.

Today I invite you to remember my cousin Donal who lived life to the fullest. Who brought joy and cheeky laughter, amidst the anguish, pain and frustration, to life and who brought everyone together in love in the end.

Is the purpose of life preparing for our death?

Is it to feel loss, grief, pain and suffering?

Is it to know love and be love?

Is it to have an experience to educate and inform the soul?

Is it to save humanity and build a new kind of earth that needs master communicators?

Is it to heal and/or break the bondage of karmic loops?

Is it to experience pure joy and belly laughter; the sun on your face and wind in your hair; to smell the smells of spring?

Being stationed by my kitchen table yesterday allowed me to witness death in a new way, helping me to feel the grief within me. To release the heaviness down into earth; into the air or the fire or water. To transmute and thereby transform through alchemical tears.

There is immense power in being present to all of this in every moment.

My cousin's coffin was carried slowly by the same six men back down the aisle and on by hearse to the graveyard where he has returned to the warm embrace of earth, near his family home in Cork. He is at peace now and welcomed home by the outstretched arms of his ancestors. I know he'll be having a great laugh with my dad, uncles, aunt and cousin who too have passed on from our family circle. I'm sure they are all enjoying enlightened conversations now and supporting us from a new space.

The livestream ended and the congregation disappeared off camera. I carried my laptop into my front room to return to my workspace. I gasped and stopped in my tracks again. There was a pigeon staring sideways in the window at me! Perched on the wooden bench that sits in front of our window. We call it the birthing bench since it was a gift from my family after the birth of our son.

From death to birth. We rise up in resurrection.

The sacred spiral continues.

If you need alchemical support to release, transmute and birth your projects into the world, checkout my one to one Sacred Storytelling Sessions where I hold deep space for you to transform from the inside out with soul based coaching. ​Click here​ to find out more about these powerful packages. You'll be amazed by what unfolds in each session uniquely for you!

Also, the early bird price ends on 1st May 2024 for the Sacred Storytelling Ireland In-Person Retreat. Petra Carroll and I invite you onto the sacred lands of Eamain Macha, Navan Fort Armagh to heal the rift within and return to divine truth from 2 - 4 August 2024. ​Click here​ to find out more. I met with Petra last Friday to walk with horse Goddess Macha upon these magical lands and to make our preparations to welcome you home to Ireland. It is going to be a very special weekend.

Let me know how this email resonates for you.

Lots of love to you on your journey in navigating these times.

Eimear xx

Eimear Stassin Sacred Storyteller​ ​ ​

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Magdalene Mum Birthing New Consciousness ~ we birthed the Aries son/sun!

Our son turned 13 on 5th April. We now have 3 teenagers in the house, watch out world!!

As this being grew and formed within my womb for 9 months all those years ago, I had no idea what this birth would be like third time round. I was told to "expect the unexpected". Really?!

He arrived late and with a wee bit of drama. After a full on labour, they realised he was upside down - head up, bottom down. Maybe he wanted to renege on his agreement, no longer wanting to be born into this dense earth. They whisked him out through c-section and announced "it's a boy"!

My husband, in full surgical scrubs, handed him to me.

Time stood still.

I held this warm little bundle of pure perfection with joyous surges of motherly love that nothing can ever quench. With umbilicus cut, we are always connected no matter what.

It took a while to heal from that unexpected emergency surgery and to reconnect energetically with my severed womb space. The scar has faded to a silvery line of sacred remembrance. And our son has grown into a quick witted, fiery and loving human who adores football!

Birthing this family, I realise that creating our home for our expanding family as our sanctuary and a place of safety has been an important space for us all to ground into, develop and grow out from. Our home represents this foundational place to learn and be ourselves within this haven of peace and often times craziness depending on the mood of the time of day!

Our home is the constant that has enabled us to birth the new.

Our home is the birthing temple to new earth consciousness!

And I'm the Magdalene Mum!

~

In birthing new consciousness, the divine sun/son is born.

This is the divine child frequency.

In birthing the son/sun, we're resurrecting the inner son/sun, the inner Christ and returning to divine inner union.

We are being supported by rivers of golden plasma light animated in crystalline primordial waters beyond time.

Birthing new consciousness is an elevated frequency.

Birthing new consciousness is inner union with the mysteries.

Birthing new consciousness is the highest vibrational frequency of love.

We are the Aquarian Leaders.

We have returned to complete our missions to guide humanity out of our current 3D density and into lighter frequencies of 5D and beyond.

We hold these frequencies of love within our energy fields and they are being activated now, in fact, they are being turbo boosted within this current eclipse portal.

We are the new earth creators.

Birthers of new consciousness.

Welcome home.

Eimear x

Note: This post was originally written on 7th April 2024

The Inner Christ ~ holding the master frequency of love

I cried my little Irish eyes out when reading about the story of the crucifixion in Dolores Cannon's book called They Walked With Jesus.

My soul knew this journey.

My heart remembered the grief.

My mind recalled the horror.

My body cried to release.

Suddenly I had become part of the story on that particular timeline. Step by step, I walked with Yeshua knowing there was nothing I could do to stop the process playing out. Feeling every ounce of torment that he felt. Feeling every wound that was inflicted upon his mortal body. I watched as he carried that heavy cross up the hill, taking on every ounce of the density present on earth at that time.

As the 4 giant Roman nails penetrated his hands and feet, I felt it as if it were my flesh upon that crucifix; my wounds weeping the blood of humanity's deepest darkest oppression across the rivers of time as our world plunged into chaos.

There are many theories on the crucifixion of Christ. That he wasn't crucified at all, but was swapped by someone else at the last minute. That he survived the ordeal and went on to live a full life. That he never existed at all and that it's fabricated.....yet I know in my heart of hearts that he did exist in order to take on the wounds of humanity, accepting his destiny with a courage, strength and love beyond his 33 years.

He existed to remind us all of our light.

To remember our inner treasures.

To resurrect our divine spark within.

For the crucifixion wounds of Christ are referred to as the 5 Holy Wounds and represent the "treasures of treasures for souls". It seems a bit extreme though doesn't it, yet these horrors still play out today.

I recently came across the work of Ashayana Deane. She speaks of the crucifixion of Yeshua as being symbolic for the crucifixion of the inner Christ:

“It crucified the inner Christ, the inner Crist grid...As we heal the template, we open these blockages up. We’re taking our crown off and we’re getting down off the cross and it’s about time!”

Don't you think it's time to come down off the cross of sacrifice now, even when we don't know the way? To tenderly address our wounded inner Christ and receive the many gifts that are waiting to be remembered?

Do you feel the shifting energies that are calling out for new stories to be woven, whilst honouring those of old?

The frequency of love repairs our crucified inner Christ.

The frequency of love dissolves separation and distortion.

The frequency of love is new earth consciousness.

For Yeshua is a representative of the Christos light.

He holds the master frequency of love for us all.

I too hold the master frequency of love for these times - what about you?

What's moving through you as you read this?

So much love to you on this day,

Eimear x

​Note: This was originally written on 29th March 2024.

Ireland's Grief

I read an email recently explaining that the Atlantic ocean is the saltiest of all our oceans.

The email, by Megan Macedo, linked this saltiness to "a greater capacity to hold human grief, to dissolve it, suspend it in the hydrogen bonds between the molecules."

It got me thinking about that ocean, Ireland and grief.

The wild Atlantic ocean hugs the coastline of Ireland's western shores.

It's the bridge that connects Ireland to continents.

It's also a barrier that separates Ireland from these land masses.

The wild Atlantic ocean is home to a rich tapestry of marine and plant life. She's witnessed much in her time. It was west across these turbulent waters the Irish traversed in the hope of a more prosperous, safer life. It was west they were sent to penal colonies to serve out their sentence for an alleged crime.

Maybe the Atlantic ocean needs to be so salty to hold the grief trapped in the continents that She touches, including the lands of Ireland. In the crevices, rocks and history. In the battles, heartache and herstory.

This salty ocean cradles our rugged little island until we're ready as a nation to be cracked open and fully immerse ourselves in these healing waters, releasing the stuck grief across all timelines and dimensions through our human pores.

Maybe the Atlantic ocean needs to be so salty to be the grief for all those who don't know yet how to grieve; aren't ready to grieve or have forgotten the ancient grieving ways.

Grief needs an outlet or else it becomes stuck and stagnant within the land; within our communities and within our bodies. Practices such as keening and waking those who have passed on were important in Ireland, until they were no longer allowed...although the wake is still going strong! We knew how important it was to let grief flow whilst honouring and celebrating those who had died.

Yet throughout Ireland's history, there wasn't always the luxury to grieve. Bodies killed through civil war. Lives ending through starvation....buried in mass graves or left to decompose where they took their final breath. Forests felled; lands cleared and animals hunted to extinction...

This all leaves a dense imprint on the land. And it's still happening now globally as we know.

Ireland's grief wishes to be witnessed now.

Our earth's grief wishes to be acknowledged.

Humanity's grief needs a healing balm.

In the Irish language, grief takes many forms. One form is brón which means sad. Another is briseadh croí which means broken hearted. Grief swings like a pendulum and has many faces.

When Ireland's grief is tended to with fire dragons breath for example, the frozen ice cubes of unexpressed multi-dimensional trauma are released from the land. Souls stuck return home to heal back to wholeness. Voices are free to fully express themselves again through speaking soul truths. The land heals and repairs as the ecosystem returns to full animated balance. There will be no more addiction. Crime will become benign.

Rivers of gold will flow across Her body.

Forests of oak will stand tall.

The elementals and fairy folk will work more widely with people again, for they will have nothing left to fear.

The emerald crystalline heart of Éiriú shall flourish once again so that She too is fully witnessed in HerStory expression.

Her full volcanic power then returns online as the ley lines continue to be cleared.

And we each recognise our innate power by feeling the life force that surges forth within.

As we bridge these barriers, peace shall reign once more.

Peace that's aligned with natural lore.

The Atlantic ocean as a most powerful body of water can return to wholehearted love, releasing Her gifts for humanity buried beneath the saltiness of grief.

When our grief is tended to, then we can finally feel the healing flow of love swirling through our veins. Through our DNA. Through the umbilicus of our matrilineal lines. Through the cells of our patrilineal lines.

Ireland's grief is my grief is our grief.

Ireland's love is my love is our love.

Saturday 24th February 2024 marked the 30th anniversary of my father's passing.

I honoured him and grief

in

an online

Grief Circle

It ended up being a very very powerful Grief Circle Gathering with the energy from all of those gathering in ceremonial circle globally feeling very palpable.

During this Grief Circle Gathering:

*We connect with the salty wild Atlantic ocean

*Commune with Lady Grief and how She presents herself uniquely for you

*I share stories about my father, Arthur who passed on 30 years ago today

*I guide you on an Atlantian / Atlantis Grief Releasing journey through the umbilicus of time to unblock, thaw and release stuck calcified grief through Fire Dragon's breath. As rivers of gold flow, you're invited to ride on the back of dragon or fly like a Phoenix to resurrect your divine spark within.

A re-birthing is happening for us and to us.

​Click here to enjoy this sacred ceremony.

Le grá / with love,

Eimear xx

Eimear Stassin​
Sacred Storyteller & Earth Witch