Newgrange at Brú na Bóinne taken on my visit during Aug 2022
The ancient heartbeat of Newgrange at Brú na Bóinne in Ireland's Ancient East has being calling out to me these past few days as we step over the threshold from Samhain into the season of Winter Solstice.
Aligned to the rising Winter Solstice sun as he rises above the outline of Red Mountain to slowly slowly begin to shine his celestial golden rays onto Newgrange, or Sí an Bhrú, to first activate the spiral rock art of the entrance stone with golden infused light codes and then make his way through the roofbox above the Pi Portal.
Creeping his golden rays up up along the narrow passageway, just like the birth canal, the golden rays eventually reach the central womb shaped inner chamber which bursts into magical golden hues, activating everything that he touches, almost reaching the triple spiral carved into the orthostat in the west recess, but doesn't quite because of the unnatural tilt of the earth's axis that knocks this monument slightly out of alignment.
This spectacle takes about 17 minutes in total as the sun then retreats as he rises higher in the sky and the womb of Bóinn rests in peace in darkness once again. This illuminated alignment occurs for longer than previously thought - nearly a whole month in duration.
I have a lot to share about Newgrange since it's a place that I have visited 3 times in the last few years.....feeling the call every time to learn and experience more as I walk upon these sacred lands.
During the Mentorship for Witches class yesterday, we resurrected our gold as we went into a deep meditation into Newgrange and also to Ancient Egypt.
Prior to the class, this poem came through in chunks yesterday as I went about my morning which I then had to share thanks to The Cailleach Witch. I share this with you now in spoken and written form in the hope that it too activates you to resurrect your gold at this time.
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Oh Bitter Sweet Solstice
Where were you in our moment of need?
Where were you when we needed you most?
We were left to starve as you trampled across our land. Told we were stupid, dirty and lazy.
Where were you when they exported the food and left none for us?
Our people exiled; our language quenched. Families split apart.
To Hell or to Connaught my arse! Shame on you Oliver Cromwell!
How dare you step upon our land and claim it as your own.
How dare you claim rights over the indigenous people of this land.
How dare you claim your entitlement to what was not yours to take. Renaming our ancient sites and “taming” our untameable wild natures.
Casting a colonial curse upon the bloodied land.
Yet the rising had to come from within in the end when no outside help was to be had. Such as the 1916 Rising where they fought back to reclaim our lands.
To fight for sovereign freedom and self rulership. To paint post boxes green again and wave the Irish flag.
But where were you when we needed you most to dig us out of our plight?
Where were you when we needed you most. 'Tis a bitter sweet day.
Now you come to celebrate. Now you sing and dance upon the land. As the light penetrates the deep winter darkness, oh bitter sweet solstice child.
Now you come in your droves to the land of Éiriú. Like they did in ancient times.
Now you come.
With you we stand still as a holy daughters of the sun.
We stand together in silence and reverence for all that has unfurled upon these lands.
She reaches out her gnarly ancient crone hand.
She rests it upon my shoulder.
She leans in with mossy earthy breath:
I’ve always been here dear child of mine. I have always been here. You were never abandoned even when it felt you were. I have always been here. Never abandoned you and never will.
Sweet solstice child.
Let me hold your bitterness in my outstretched hands. Your bitterness rattles my bones. Let me hold and cradle your bitterness now. Let me witness your anguish and pain.
I watched the horror play out.
I fed you when you were hungry.
I walked with you as you left the land that could no longer support you.
I left on the coffin ship with you as you sailed to far off lands.
As the ocean lurched and swelled, I held your dying hand.
I hold your hands in mine now and ask you to heed my loving command.
When you reclaim your Irish Ancestry, please remember this, my Cailleach Command.
Continue to heal all that rises within you as you tread upon this land. Lay to rest those who couldn’t. The responsibility is yours now. Your ancestors depend on you now. This is your passport to our new Earth. Calling the children of Tara home.
Understand our history of a freedom fought and the many lives lost.
As Newgrange puts on her spectacle, she sheds light upon our recent past to bring healing to the land.
We’re being called to look beyond our senses. To see and hear the story behind the story. To know the distortions of the truth. The battles that have happened upon this land. Look beyond the surface. Lift the veil of deception and amnesia to reveal the truth and true power of what it is to walk upon these lands.
May the rain fall down upon us to cleanse our souls.
May the fire ignite within to purge away the old his stories and spark to life the true divine flame of remembrance within.
May the air blow away the cobwebs and whisper divine messages as we walk soles to soil to activate the healing process of these memories within. The collective healing continues.
For she calls on us to be fierce. To strip away the lies.
She calls on us to rise up divine feminine and divine masculine in circles of protection empowering each and every one of us.
She walks with us on this soul journey home.
Cast your eyes over to the horizon towards the red mountain. Sliabh Rua.
Watch as the first rays of golden rising sunlight births the new day forth. Wait and allow this golden infused fiery sun to fill you with the golden rays of its emanation.
Oh golden child of mine. For you are golden, timeless and ancient. The solstice calls us to stand still with the sun at this threshold time.
To step into the womb.
The void.
The nothingness.
Oh sweet solstice child.
Newgrange entrance taken on my visit in Aug 2022
Let me know what this activates within you at this powerful threshold time.
With lots of solstice love,
Eimear