Tuesday, 18 September 2018

Uuduu Mongolian Shaman at Green Hills Farm Stay

Many animal shapes appeared in the fire including the elephant here
Not only is Green Hills farm stay a place of major historical significance, located in Kilconnell near Ballinasloe in Co.Galway, close to the site of the Aughrim Battlefield which was fought between the Jacobite Irish army and the forces of William III on July 12th 1691. It was one of the bloodiest battles recorded on Irish soil as 7,000 people were killed (wikipedia) 
It's also a place of huge spiritual significance. 

It's sacred land.
Healing land.

On Pat and Evelyn Noone's farm 
there's a cairn 
where a bronze age chieftain was buried over 3,500 years ago. 

That in itself is extraordinary but there's also two standing stones, one of which is a fertility stone and also a faery fort (a portal where the blackthorn and the whitethorn meet.) White thorn bushes punctuate the entire landscape because they belong to the fae, the keepers of the land, who keep it sacred. 
Very few farmers will touch whitethorn, including Pat and the ancestors before him. Why? 
Out of deep respect.
So much is released during the ceremony

I was very lucky to avail of the opportunity to visit Green Hills farm stay whilst a fire ceremony dedicated to our ancestors was being conducted by Uuduu, a shaman from Mongolia. Such a powerful evening, not only because there was such deep respect for  the land itself but also for what was so palpable in terms of the unseen ones. We had a lot of very pleasant company. 
Let's put it that way and I'm sure most of us could have quite happily spent the entire night by the fire, instead of the five short hours we were there. 

Uuduu is a genuine and very powerful shaman and there are two interesting things she brought up which I loved personally. Mongolians are still mostly a nomadic people who have a deep connection and respect for the land. Each morning they salute the sun by flicking tea at him, then they go down to the river and bless themselves with the water, embracing the life force of it by anointing their own third eye and antennae (hair.)
At night they flick milk at the moon giving thanks for the day that has passed.
How beautiful Xx

That's all I'm going to say about the place and the ceremony, it deserves a visit if you're interested as there are many people conducting ceremonies through out the year.
You won't be sorry but enriched by the experience and perhaps even energised if you also get a healing from Pat who uses copper wire to clear the aura and the third eye.

Blessings to the keepers of the land and the deepest respect to all.
Le grΓ‘πŸ’š

More about the fairy farmer

Wednesday, 5 September 2018

Vigil Aunties


Following this path of 
lπŸ’šve over the past two and a half years hasn't been easy. In fact, it's been the most challenging on so many levels as I've really had to investigate the darkest aspects of humanity and therefore myself. 

So much has fallen away. 

Yet what persists is the calling
to go deeper. 

The tug stronger, to follow this trail of tears. 

Luckily, Nuala Flynn, Pauline Cunningham and Val McNamara have been on board since the very beginning; collaborating, responding to the 
spaces we are called to inhabit and tuning in to the voiceless ones. 

Their ideas and presence throughout this process is vital to the work unfolding with charm and grace and it's timely to acknowledge their contribution and dedication. 
Thank you. 

Nuala, who has worked with survivors of Industrial School abuse for many years, travels all the way from London to contribute.

Where it will all lead?
Who knows?

Letterfrack Industrial School Graveyard

Letterfrack Industrial School Graveyard


"lOve will find its way. 
It always does, as it envelopes space and time bringing those absent close, reminding you their hidden presence is never lost or forgotten."

An excerpt from the coral diary.


Monday, 3 September 2018

Heart 'n' Hearth Letterfrack

All night vigil - Letterfrack Industrial School Graveyard. 

An incredible night of story and song around the hearth, focusing on those who died and survived. 
Entering into this space was a loving and beautiful experience. 

Friday August 31st 2018
We will not forgetπŸ’š
Baby Shoes hung by Yvonne Conroy

Nuala Flynn reading a poem by Connie Roberts

Hearth and Heart - A child at the gate 

mid 17th century (as a term in geometry and physics): from Latin, 
literally ‘domestic hearth’.
Every headstone lit by a candle which remained burning throughout the night and next morning

People mind this place

Headstones but probably not the actual graves

Hundreds of tiny faces in the ash the following morning

The names of the boys who died
Vigil Aunties
Shapes in the fire and candles which were at the vigils in Tuam and Belfast
Laurel- Victory and new growth

  • Laurel is a plant of divine status
    High Honour
    High accomplishment of the soul
  • Victory
  • Nobility
  • Immortality
  • Second Sight (the gift of prophecy)
  • Recognition (renown) of High Achievement
  • Long-term Vision (“big picture” understandings)

Former Industrial School building

The trees hold a lot of information

Poem from the poetry trail

Each headstone lit by a candle

The embers were still hot and the candles still burning the next dayπŸ’•

Thursday, 30 August 2018

Home Baby


Wednesday, 29 August 2018

Crime scene un investigated

A message from Izzy Kamikaze

Very happy & proud to have spent the weekend of with survivors, family member, campaigners, to have launched by declaring the site a crime scene.


Children's bodies lie intermingled in a sewage tank beneath the Children's Home at Tuam, where 796 deaths were recorded. 
We are investigating.

 by Andy Newman

Andy Newman has captured some amazing imagery around Tuam

Vigilance at Letterfrack this Friday night

Between 1887 and 1974, 2,819 boys went through St Joseph's Industrial School Letterfrack in Connemara. 147 children died whilst living there, mostly of severe abuse and neglect. 

This is outdoor gathering, it's not a structured event but symbolically represents sitting up with the children who were abandoned in a cold, loveless place. 

We will not forget.
You will need coats and boots etc...
This particular night will be about listening to what needs to be heard and staying vigilant in the true sense of the word.

     Letterfrack Man by Connie Roberts
      One day I will go to Hampstead heath
      to read his postscript, written in
      oily black ash that Friday in April.
      In that hollowed ground
      where they found him,
      his last meal, 
 a pint and a take-away,
 burnt offerings,
 his overcoat melted to the bone,
 I will stand a long time;
 weep that it took so long for his
 match to spark a revolution.

Tuesday, 28 August 2018

Pilgrimage to the playground - Silent Vigil

Photo by RTE
The keepers of the playground leading 1,200 people to a brighter future

Bouquet made from Papal mass tickets
Remembering the mothers too