I went into the Otherworld… and survived!
My first speaking event, in conjunction with Anthony Murphy of Muthical Ireland, discoverer of Drone Henge, hosted by David Halpin of Circle Stories,
Processional Pathways of Ancient Ireland
In October 2015, I had a very strange experience at Tlachtga, the Hill of Ward. As I walked the site, I became increasingly dizzy and developed a powerful headache. Half an hour after driving away from the site,… Read More
Emain Macha, Stronghold of Ulster Kings or Site of Sacred Ritual?
EMAIN MACHA, also known by the name of Navan Fort, is real and still standing today, and like the Hill of Tara, and Cruachan, is open to the general public to access, free of charge.
Samhain The Original Halloween
The ancient Irish divided their year into four seasons punctuated by the festivals of Imbolc, Beltaine, Lughnasa and Samhain, according to the equinoxes and solstices. Samhain lies between the autumn equinox and the winter solstice. It was believed that at Samhain, the veil between the mortal world and the Otherworld was very thin, and that the spirits of the ancestors could cross over and walk amongst the living again.
The Aisling | Not so Sweet Dreams in Irish Mythology
In Irish mythology, Óengus Óg is famous for his dream. It changed his life. In fact, it almost killed him. It also went on a long time, a whole year in fact. Do you think it is possible for a dream to have such an effect? Perhaps you think you never dream. Nowadays, we believe that dreams are just the manifestations of an over-active mind attempting to process the events and experiences of our waking moments. In ancient times, however, they were seen as far more significant.
Samhain | Ancient Irish Celebration of New Year
I‘ve never really liked Halloween. I never understood why people got excited about dressing up, or visiting the homes of strangers and demanding ‘Trick or Treat’. I never enjoyed the gaudy decorations, or the references to vampires, witches,… Read More
Did you know that today is Bealtaine?
It was raining gently when I woke up this morning and looked out the window. The light was a watery grey, the clouds hugging the ground, what the Irish call a ‘soft morning’. “What are you looking at?”… Read More
