My Celtic Goddess Journey Unveiled

A few days before I left the States for my goddess journey to Ireland, I had an important download from my ancestors. I was supposed to listen to a recorded call from my Year of Miracles program that dealt specifically with ancestral clearing and forgiveness. It was a call done by energy worker John Newton, and it was fantastic. He created a specific and powerful forgiveness prayer that encompasses every negative thought, emotion, word, or action and clears it from ourselves and our ancestors. That's my kind of clearing! As I listened to it, I knew that I was supposed to print it, bring it with me on my trip, and use it while I was in Ireland. And so I did. That little piece of paper was more powerful and energy-shifting than I could have possibly imagined.

My first stop in Ireland was at Glendalough in the Wicklow Mountains (above photo) and it was sunny! (It was actually sunny and warm for almost 2 weeks! The famous "heat wave" of Ireland). It is a well-preserved ancient Celtic Christianity site founded by St. Kevin in the 6th Century. It includes one of the best examples of the round tower (with a roof) built by the ancient monks, a church, graveyard, and other buildings from the monastic settlement.

I walked through the museum explaining the history of the settlement and was very saddened to hear that it had been burned, attacked, and pillaged numerous times throughout history, and many records were lost and monks were killed in the process. One of the most ferocious of the attacks came from the Vikings, which I found to be common everywhere I went throughout Ireland. As I read about the Viking attacks, it was like an illuminated light bulb went on over my head. I was getting direct revelation of how my goddess journey was to unfold, and I KNEW what I had to do.

I walked outside to the site, put my hands on the stones of the round tower and "asked" the stones to tell me their stories and show me images from their past. As expected, the energy that I felt and the images I saw were heavy and sad and wanted to be cleared. I pulled out my forgiveness prayer and read it aloud with the intention of clearing all negative feelings and energies resulting in the interactions between the Vikings and monks, and anything else that needed clearing. Amazing!! So THIS is what a Celtic goddess healing journey can look like! This was also the closest thing to 'time traveling' that I'd ever done, and it was thrilling!

After I read the prayer and did the clearing, I put my hands on the stones again and gave thanks to God and all high vibration beings who helped me in the healing. The energy I felt was so much lighter and beautiful, and the magical qualities of this ancient place of faith were able to shine through and overwhelm me to tears.

I sat on the grass and put my hands on the blessed land of Ireland and had an intense few minutes of connection and gratitude as I anticipated the powerful undertakings about to transpire. Ireland and I would be one, and I would be a key player in healing centuries of pain, death, and darkness that this country has suffered under. I was almost speechless. I'm just one individual from a far away place myself, but here I was back in the lands of my ancestry where time stands still, and I was providing this much needed and all-important healing work. I was humbled, excited, and totally blown away. WOW.

I knew that history has seen many others who have been called to Ireland to do similar things, and now I would be joining the ranks of all Celtic pilgrims, saints, and healers, who are all my heroes. But for me, it was also hitting a personal note, since I would be a part of the healing for my very own Irish ancestors. My friends, when you talk about following your bliss, making a difference, leaving a legacy, and becoming one with God, I just can't think of a better way to spend your days than doing what I was about to do! And just like the word featured in the photo above, this would be a powerful journey indeed.

My Grand Entry into Ireland- the Miraculous Tale

It's hard to believe, but the "official" goddess journey year has come to an end. That went really fast and was FULL of amazing adventures, lessons, miracles, magic, and awakenings. I loved it!! I returned from my 6 weeks of traveling through Ireland (pictured above) and Israel earlier this month and now it's time to embark on the next phase of my goddess path, which I will explain in later posts.

In late April, after 3 days of trying to fly standby and being awake for 60 straight hours, I finally arrived on Irish soil. I thought the hard part was over, but no!

I was detained at immigration for about 30 harrowing, nail-biting minutes being interrogated as to why I didn't have a work visa nor travel insurance since I was going to work on a farm. In my defense, I am a very rule-abiding person and I researched the circumstances I would have beforehand and was convinced I would need neither a work visa nor insurance. Nor did the woman I was staying with inform me I needed them, and she had had many people come help her for years, so she was experienced. I was sure I was following Irish laws, but apparently I misunderstood. I sincerely apologized to the officer, and asked if I could get a work visa and insurance on the spot, and was told no, very meanly. Panic started to settle in.

The immigration officer called the woman I would be staying with and basically chewed her out, told her that she and I were purposefully deceiving him, made some notes in his computer on her (uh oh!), and told her the bad news: I would not be admitted entrance into Ireland and would be on the next plane back to the States.

WHAT?! Heart attack time. I couldn't believe that I was being treated like some dangerous criminal or something. (He was really quite harsh with me). My mind just couldn't process what was happening. I felt like I was in the Twilight Zone. I have been traveling my whole life, and this was the first time anything like this had ever happened. The dark forces really didn't want me to complete this goddess journey, and they were fighting hard!

I addressed Heavenly Mother calmly, "Heavenly Mother?? If you really want me to undertake this goddess journey, now would be an excellent time for a miracle. Just saying..."

Then I quickly made the decision to accept whatever happened, knowing it would be in my highest good. That meant accepting the potential loss of thousands of dollars already spent on my travel arrangements for the next six weeks. That meant accepting the fact that I had just spent 3 days trying to get to Ireland, and it was for nothing, and I'd have to fly back home empty-handed. That meant losing my flight benefits on the airline I flew on (or so immigration told me). And that meant sadly and tragically, that this goddess journey that I, and my ancestors, had been planning and anticipating for an entire year was not to be. That's a lot to accept in 30 seconds, but I knew I had to surrender it all. (Thanks to previous lessons on my goddess journey!)

Then I heard Heavenly Mother speak to me. "Don't worry, everything will be fine. All is perfect."

Suddenly the immigration officer changed his mind out of nowhere. WHAT?! He said that he would let me into Ireland if I would promise to get travel insurance immediately and that next time I came to work on a farm in Ireland, I would get a work visa. Then he took my picture (I was wearing my shocked face) with his official camera (because I was obviously a threat to the nation of Ireland) and waved me on while I thanked him and wore my deer in the headlights look. Thank you! Wait, what just happened?

What had happened is that I had just witnessed a miracle take place before my very eyes. Wow. A part of me wondered if this was really happening or if it was some elaborate trap to set me up or something. It was all too bizarre. #twilightzonethoughts

I wanted to cry. I wanted to fall to my knees on that cold hard tile floor under those harsh fluorescent lights where photos aren't allowed, and pour my heart out to God in thankful cathartic sobs for what just happened. I had been surrounded by darkness and it definitely appeared they were going to win, but the light had won in the end! Huzzah! Praises be to God Almighty for miracles!

It was hard not being able to share this with anyone in that moment, but at least God knew my heart, and my overwhelming, sincere gratitude. I sat down on the ground and as tears rolled down my cheeks, I breathed sighs of relief, grounded myself, and said silent prayers of relief and thankfulness until I gained my composure, which was easier said than done. I had been ultimately rocked to the core, but I heard my inner voice tell me, it was all in the name of raising to higher levels and vibrations.

Then I pulled out my laptop and bought travel insurance for the duration of my time in Ireland. I am a woman of my word. Then I emailed my farm host and told her I was coming after all, details to follow.

I picked up my baggage, an Irish sim card, some Euro, and my car rental, learned really quickly how to drive on the the left side of the road for the first time, activated my life-saving gps on my phone, prayed I could stay awake and alert for the next 12 hours and...

...let the adventures unfold... Helloooooooo Ireland!!!

To be continued...

The Burning Fires of Celtic Faith

 

I have a fun update on my round-the-world trip name: it's WASSAP. That is an acronym standing for Worldwide Adventure- Sacred Spiritual Altruistic Pilgrimage. How cool is that?! I got a little help from Heavenly Mother on that one. :) And I actually laughed out loud because it's so ME! "Whazzup?" haha.

So far 2 countries on my list have really spoken to me, really called out to me saying, "Dive into our rich spiritual waters." These countries are Israel and Ireland. 

Israel is calling to me because I want to walk where Jesus walked. I want to experience the Holy Land by going back in time to the Savior's time, and feeling of that sacred energy and transformation in His sanctified holy land. In fact, it was a reference to the Holy Land at church that was one of my big signs that this trip needs to happen for sure.

Ireland is calling to me because of my noble, Celtic, God-intoxicated, spiritual/literal ancestry. (Yes, I know the Celts didn't only live in Ireland, but this is where my ancestors lived). I didn't even realize how connected Israel and Ireland were until last night when I was reading the book pictured above. I've read a lot of books during my goddess journey, and several of them have moved me deeply. But not until last night did I break out into full sobs because I was so overwhelmed with intense power at the words I was reading and the feelings that overcame me.

It was one of those ah ha moments when I realized a beautiful connection (for me) between Israel and Ireland. To better explain this, let me tell you a little bit about the spiritual Celtic wanderer, which is thoroughly entrenched in my blood.

In the book Celtic Journeys by Steve and Lois Rabey, they describe the Celts' "inexhaustible urge to travel." This was inspired by their deep curiosity at the world God had made- their "innate yearning to explore the unknown, and to visit hallowed holy sites." They had a "divine calling to leave all that is known and familiar, to trust in the mercies of God, and to head out into the unknown and often untamed lands." So far this is sounding very familiar to my own desires and adventures.

In addition, the Celts had a strong desire to share their belief in God and Jesus with the world and expose everyone they could find to Christianity. Famous Celtic monks such as St. Brendan, Columba and others, set sail with lofty evangelist goals of heaven in their sails. In 1977, it was proved that St. Brendan could have quite possibly been the very first to land on the modern day American continent, long before the Norsemen or Christopher Columbus. We're going way back here folks, to around the year 550.

Some of the current divine Celtic books I'm reading now.

In the book The Path of Celtic Prayer, it is explained that "the Celt was very much a God-intoxicated man." I loved how beautifully Calvin Miller describes the Celtic faith of fervor. It's just so inspiring!! I was surprised that I cried so hard at reading these words, but you just never know when you're going to be especially moved:

"This narcotic state of heart is indeed intoxicating. For when we have drunk deeply of the nature of God, there is born within us a God-thirst that can never be slaked by any lesser stream. The Celts of the sixth century also believed that Jesus was coming soon, and their expectation of the second coming created a faith of great vitality. 

...Our failure to perceive Christ's imminent return as our "blessed hope" have contributed to our feelings of separateness from God. What of our blasé contentment with things as they are, Christless and self-managed? The Celts found God no casual diversion. They were too needy to talk about spiritual things over tea cups and pastries.

As with much of Europe, the world was always falling down around them. In desperate times, living becomes an altar where you pray and sing because the only good news of the day is that God lives longer than you do. And God promises you that even if your days are few, your dying is not a wall, but a set of gates. Even now the Celtic embers of spirituality are catching fire all around us. 

But a blazing church is not what most people find when they go to a typical worship service today. Disinterest, sparse attendance, and boredom are more common. Such spiritual lethargy was not the nature of Celtic trust. Vitality- flame and gale- was the heart of the Celtic faith. This is both the practice and the hope of all that is being born in current Celtic revival. From the Spirit's breath a new kind of worship is once again rising out of ancient devotion. The Celtic way born long ago in the cold, dank Hebrides Islands stirs anew."

 I think what really touched me and brought on the tears is how the Celts got it. They understood what faith and spirituality really meant. (Unlike the spiritually dead vibe I feel in so many church meetings I attend). Instead of just desiring to close the gap on the separateness between ourselves  and God, they DID it! They understood that Christ was the center, THE good news of the day (every day!) the hope of life, the foundation.

They understood the power of alignment with Oneness. They knew at their core that God is everything and everywhere and is to be praised continually and daily. Long before the Celts even became Christian, they had a profoundly sacred spiritual connection with nature, and honored and revered her sacred powers unlike any other group of people have ever done. 

They understood that a spiritual journey takes place not only within oneself, but literally too, in far-flung unknown places of the world, truly connecting with its exotic four corners. They were willing, and compelled, to leave their homes to undertake long, dangerous, exciting journeys in the name of God that also expanded their Highest Selves. (Sounds a lot like a goddess journey, yes?)

I felt a surge of pride knowing these were my people, and because of that, they get me. It's in my blood!! Maybe they're even reading my blog, smiling knowingly. They get why I feel this strong desire to go travel the world on this spiritual pilgrimage, return to my 'homeland',  feel that energized magical Celtic soil between my toes, and renew that unique spiritual connection that can only feed the deepest parts of the soul. They get why I literally need to walk where Jesus walked in Israel, why I need to be there and see, feel, hear, smell, and breathe it all in myself, and not just read about it.

As I read the passage, did I have a few tears of regret that today I, and others, have lost touch with the burning Celtic flame of faith? Yes. I wept bittersweet tears, both of sadness that I somehow have not lived up to my incredible Celtic spiritual legacy, but also of hope that there's still time to redeem myself. In fact, I hope to spend some good quality time in Ireland, hopefully in the area of my ancestors, working on a farm, rekindling every possible Celtic flame I can light. And I intend to listen to everything my ancestors and their sacred land want to teach me.