Keltria Journal: The Visit

EXCERPT - The Visit

By Tony Taylor

Mountain Lion Walking

Mountain Lion on a path

The setting was a suburban, single-family home one mile from downtown Quincy, MA, and eight miles from downtown Boston. This is a densely populated  - or as the locals say, “thickly settled” area and an unlikely place for the wonderful, as in full of wonder, event about to transpire.

The Druids were gathered for a rare ritual. The elevation of a Druid to the Ring of the Oak occurs only after a minimum of seven years of study, experience, and service.  More often than not, it requires twice that many years to be considered for this honor.  The candidate was, as expected, excited as he meditated on his past accomplishments and future challenges.  He wondered what new mystery would be revealed and what new experiences would unfold.  The other Druids focused their minds on providing the ultimate experience for him. Often, the clergy performing the ritual gain their own new insights from the process.  It was an extraordinary and auspicious day.

The Chief Druidess, the Candidate and I....Continued...

[This excerpt is from a two-page article was published in Keltria: Journal of Druidism and Celtic Magick, Issue #41.  It is available in its entirety to members of the Henge of Keltria via the Members Home page.  It is available to non-members of the Henge via Mag Cloud.]

Kilclooney More Portal Tomb


Part 1 of 2

by Steward of the Wood

Photo of Steward of the Wood at the Lia Fail

Steward of the Wood

She met Steward of the Wood at the gate to the track, riding side saddle on the white mare with a black dog and young, brown filly running playfully beside her. Epona, Goddess of Fertility and Bounty, smiled down at him in all her glory with that warm, welcoming smile and the aura of health and abundance emanating from her.  As the mare beneath her stood still, the brown filly gently nursed the mare and the black dog nudged Steward’s hand.  “We are glad you came, Steward of the Wood.  She has been expecting you and I am to guide you to the Veil.”  Only then did he remember that Epona was also known to be a guide to the Otherworld (Summerlands, Tír na nƠg).

Steward was awe-struck.  Little had he imagined such an encounter on this fine September day in Donegal, Ireland.  As a Druid, he was in search of the Gods and Goddesses and the Nature Spirits of this ancient land.  In the planning of this quest, his body, and it’s very DNA, tingled at the prospects of encountering the Ancestors, including his own Irish ancestors.  Now he was here, in Donegal, at the site of the Kilclooney More Portal Tomb and looking into the beautiful face of a Goddess, Epona, with her long, dark brown tresses cascading over her shoulders and along the back of her white woolen tunic to grace the mare’s back.

“I greet you Goddess Epona and your companions,” he said, searching for words in his faltering wits.  “I come in love and peace and seek communion with the Gods and Goddesses, those who I honor with my devotion.  I am a child of this ancient land through my ancestors,” he continued.

“We know them… and you,“ she said as a sly smile graced her lips.  “We also know what you seek.  She is waiting for you on the other side in the Grove and I promised her that I would lead you to the Veil.”

A flush of humility overtook Steward of the Wood and he replied, “I am overwhelmed at your generosity and tell me, who she is, and what will I learn.”

“Ah,” said Epona, “that is a good question.  She will reveal both to you, but come, she waits,” at this. Epona turned the mare and led them up the grassy track.

Strolling in the warm sun-bathed afternoon through the verdant land, Steward silently thanked Danu, Earth Mother, for this chance to be with Her and Her children, his brothers and sisters, the Nature Spirits. Wrens danced on the air and serenaded them as they walked through grass and sedge punctuated by white wildflowers.  Their floral fragrance hung sweetly on the air.

He began to detect a gurgling sound, almost laughing faintly on the gentle breeze, low at first but gaining strength.  Pausing and turning to Steward, Epona nodded to the side of the track and said, “Refresh yourself at the sacred spring.  Cleanse and prepare yourself.”

“Gladly,” he replied with a bit of relief.  “I want to enter the Otherworld ready to receive knowledge.”

At that, he walked the short distance to the spring which bubbled, laughing, from the warm, rich ground at the base of a small hummock. Lush, green plants with abundant white flowers encircled the small pool.  The Spirit of the Spring, standing beside the pool, beckoned him.  He could almost discern her form, that of a slender woman, young but ageless, in a gossamer raiment, but she was elusive…with form and then without.  Her voice was that of the spring.  When he approached, he could faintly make out her lithe arms as she beckoned him to her and the spring.

“Thank you, beautiful Spirit,” Steward said.  “I come to you in love and peace.”

She replied, barely audible above the gurgling sound, “we know.  You are expected.  She told us you were coming in search of her inspiration.”

At that he slowly knelt beside the spring and bathed his face, neck, arms, and hands in the silvery, translucent waters.  It was incredibly refreshing, exhilarating, and renewing.  “My mind feels alive; my skin tingles,” he thought.  Then refreshed, he stood up and thanked the Spirit before returning to Epona who waited patiently by the track.

“Are you fully ready now, Steward of the Wood, child of Danu?”

“Fully,” he replied, “and I am ready to meet my destiny.  I long for it.  I have envisioned this in my dreams and meditations.”  She motioned him forward and they continued their journey to the dolman which was only another 100 feet away atop a small rise in the undulating land.  The ancient dolman stood silhouetted against the sky, the enormous grey cap stone resting atop four stone pillars.

Kilclooney Dolmen and horse on cloudy dayAs they approached, Epona stopped beside the dolman.  Looking intently at Steward, she said, “Praise and honor the Ancestors who made this most sacred monument to the Earth Mother as well as the Hidden Ones who guard it.  Then enter her awaiting womb to pass to the Otherworld. You will be welcomed by Manannán Mac Lir who may allow you to enter.  It depends on whether he deems you ready.”

Steward smiled.  “Thank you Epona.  You have blessed me with your presence and I honor you.”  Then he circled the massive dolman deiseil, thanking and praising those who made it, and those who guard the portal.  After a brief pause, he bent over and entered between the two pillars that form the entry way.  In the dim light, he could see the path descending steeply into the dark, brown earth…the womb of Danu. Faintly, he saw torches alternating on the walls.  They illuminated ancient symbols carved lovingly into the standing stones lining the walls.

Walking past, Steward could see concentric circles, wheels, and spirals, ancestral images carved in the living stone by the Wise Ones to express their awe and visions of enlightenment.  He tentatively touched a spiral, tracing it in the cool grey stone with the forefinger of his right hand and suddenly he knew.  “This is the journey that my spirit makes in search of essence…the light of knowledge and understanding,” he proclaimed loudly.  Only silence greeted his knowing.

The only sound was a slight crunching noise as his feet met the soil during the rest of his journey in the dimly lighted passage…the birth canal.  A faint, musty odor was in the air.  Then he rounded a corner and came face to face with an almost blinding light.  Hard to grasp initially, his mind finally understood that it was a doorway…a doorway from the body of the Earth Mother into the Otherworld.

Slowly, Steward continued walking and just before he entered the door, he looked up and saw the symbols on the lintel stone over the door.  It was a series of consecutive zigzag lines cut into the stone.  “The nine waves,” he said out loud, “and I am going beyond the ninth wave to Tír na nƠg.

Emerging into the diffuse light of a foggy place, yet still almost blinding after his dark journey, Steward stopped and blinked several times to regain his sight and finally his composure.  There just 20 feet to his right stood the figure of a man but clearly more than a man.  He was large, easily over six feet tall, with long flowing red hair and a full beard, both the color of fire.  His eyes were the green color of seaweed and seemed to lightly sparkle.  His clothing consisted of a tunic the color of varying shades of water, both blue and green.  As Steward stood speechless, the God strode over to him and spoke with a deep, resonating voice.  “Steward of the Wood, I bid you greetings.  Your coming was foretold.  Are you ready to pass through the Veil?  Are you worthy?  Is your heart clear of guile and are you truly ready to follow the Path no matter where it leads?”

“I am Manannán Mac Lir, Son of the Sea, Manannán of the Red Beard.  I have prepared myself these last four years as I studied the way of the Druid.  Epona has guided me to you and I am ready to walk the Path of Knowledge.”

Horse, dog, and Kilclooney Dolmen“Your Ancestors are here as are the Nature Spirits and the other Gods and Goddesses,” Manannán spoke in his deep, resonating voice.  “You have been here before in past lives and now we welcome you in this life.”  As he spoke, he gently anointed Steward on the forehead with oil making the sign of Imbas.  “May you be blessed in mind, body, and spirit.  Go forth in the Otherworld on this, your first visit in this lifetime.  May it prove to be only the first of many such visits.  Your destiny calls you back.”  As he finished speaking, the fog began to clear.  Slowly at first and then increasingly Steward began to see the Otherworld across the watery Veil.

As perspective slowly returned, Steward realized that he was in a beautiful world.  A sídhe was behind him with the entryway whence he had emerged.  In front of him was a grassy strip of land about 200 feet wide strewn with flowers of all hues…blue, red, yellow, white, and purple.  Across the meadow lay a forest filled with ancient trees.  They were huge and in leaf.  A path led into the woods and disappeared around a bend.

Standing beside the path leading into the forest was a man.  He wore a green woolen tunic the color of dark green oak leaves with a brown leather belt about his waist and brown woolen trousers.  His hair was wavy brown and shoulder length and he had a moderate-length brown, wavy beard with auburn red hue.  He looked strangely familiar to Steward.  He almost recognized him.

At that moment, the man broke into a broad grin and motioned Steward to come to him.  Crossing the grassy meadow, slowly, hesitantly at first, Steward approached the man who extended his hand in greeting.

“Welcome, Steward of the Wood, my friend.  I have sensed you for many turnings of the wheel.  It is good that you return home to us,” the man said.
“I have longed all my life to be here but have only now found the way.  I too have sensed the Otherworld and sought its portal in my travels throughout the world,” said Steward.

“Now that you know the way, you can visit us at any time.  There are many portals and you carry the best of all in your mind’s eye,” said the man.

“What may I call you,” asked Steward.

“Just call me Guide for now and I will reveal more to you later,” said the man.  Guide continued, “I believe you know my companion, Spirit of the Buck.”  At that he motioned to an enormous buck deer that was totally white in color with red ears and jet black eyes.

“Oh, I know the Spirit of the Buck well,” said Steward of the Wood.  “His children, the deer, and I meet regularly and commune in the mundane world.  They have gifted me many tokens that now grace my altar.  I seek and call them and they visit me, imparting knowledge and skills like swift, quiet movement through the forest.  Up to this point, I have sensed you and spoken with you, Spirit of the Buck, my totem.  It is good to finally meet and I honor you.”

“At this, Spirit of the Buck gently nodded his head in assent and then suddenly Steward could hear Spirit of the Buck speaking his mind.  “You have been one of my children, the deer, in a past life.  You know full well how it feels to run swiftly in the forest on silent hooves.  As a human child in this life, you remembered this and were truly a child of the forest.  We watched over you and nurtured you in the forests and mountains of Tennessee.  Welcome home.”

Steward of the wood at Kilclooney DolmenGuide then said, “If you are ready, let’s go to the Sacred Grove.  She is waiting for you.  Change out of those strange clothes and don ones of the Otherworld.  At times, these will be helpful as you seek to blend into the forest and become invisible.”  Then he handed Steward a brown pair of woolen trousers, soft brown leather boots, a dark green tunic like his and a brown belt with a beautiful quartz stone buckle, with carved triskele, and with a metal backing.  Steward quickly changed and was ready to go.  The rough wool against his skin took a while to get used to but then he felt even more at home.

They walked silently on the path through the ancient forest.  As a forester, Steward had been in forests worldwide in the mundane world but had rarely been in ones this ancient with these species of trees and understory plants.  Perhaps the closest was Sherwood Forest in Nottinghamshire, England with its large ancient oaks.  A variety of trees, both in size and species grew in the forest of the Otherworld.  The understory plants were varied and abundant, especially in any small openings.  The air in the forest was fresh and exceptionally clear with a soft fragrance of flowers and the sun shone clearly from the sky.  As he walked, Steward spotted species he recognized, including the sacred trees to the Druids: rowan, alder, willow, ash, hawthorn, oak, holly, hazel, apple, blackthorn, elder, pine, aspen, and yew.   “I have friends and loved ones in these trees in both worlds,” he thought.

The forest also teemed with other life.  Squirrels scampered on the forest floor as well as in the tree crowns, chattering and chasing each other like playful children.  Wrens and finches sang merrily as they flitted through the trees in search of good meals…ah, a crunchy bug.  Ravens perched in the trees and regaled them with their croaks and caws.

Continued next issue....