Ireland

June of 2007

          I had made Ireland flight reservations before the German/Poland trip, and it was only on that trip that I learned Ireland was already under the sheng canopy . We considered altering our itinerary, but after consideration that Ireland is one foundation, as it were, of the canopy "bridge" over the North Atlantic, it seemed best to go through with our planned trip and to open some latent vortices on the "Emerald Isle".

          We landed in Dublin on June 19th. Upon disembarking, Cesco remarked that he felt something unpleasant coming from away off. Upon consulting our compass, we found that the source was nearly due south. So we drove south, along the coast, reaching the beach near Rosslare (south of Wexford) at dusk. We sought out and found a place to park for the night, just off the beach. It rained that night, just as it rained at least a part of every day we spent on the island: and we slept in the car. In the morning, after several false starts due to dead-end beach roads, we eventually found our way to the latent vortex. Observable from 180 kilometers to the north, it was rather strong. Returning along the sandy beach, Cesco called my attention back to the vortex, now about 100 meters behind us:

A strong positive entity had appeared above it.

          The next strong latent vortex was to the west. I wanted to visit the crystal works at Waterford, so we detoured through that town, but eventually wound up back on the coast, just east of Skibbereen. This surfaced on the beach as well, but on a small remote section, not so easy to approach. There were 40 foot cliffs above, steep and inhabited by a sha being: and to each side were rocks projecting out into the ocean. We backtracked, and found a place to park about a kilometer or so away, hiked up the beach, and then waded around the rocks to reach the small piece of beach with the critical points .
          On the way back, after reaching dry land again, some nymphs showed themselves off in the waves. I asked what they thought of the opened vortex, and they seemed in high spirits with their positive response. Then I asked if it might be of some help in the coming conflict. Once more the response was positive, but much more restrained, and given in sombre attitude.

          I had read of a large circle of stones located south of the city of Limerick, and wanted to see it. We proceeded north, through Bantry, Kinmare, and Killarney. Somewhere along the way, we became aware of another latent vortex. While not intentionally following its spoor, we did eventually come to it, as it turned out to be located within the circle. Just as we drove in, a large party was leaving and, to our good fortune, the place was left to us (and about a half dozen Holstein heifers) for about an hour.

The circle, which was unusually complete, contained many stones. I suspect however, that it had been long out of operation , for virtually every rock required some re-initiation.
          It is my experience that when these "neolithic" circles are operating, qi flows along the circle. The process of getting it going again is something like turning the flywheel of a car or tractor, but requires considerably more rotation than the latter before it "kicks in" and commences to move by itself. Of course there is no actual flywheel to grab, or crankshaft to turn -- one must use his "mind" or "middle eye" to turn move the qi . Since the mind is doing the work, it might seem as though no actual physical action is required: but this is not the case.
          Imagine that you are standing within a circle, that you move your mind out to that circle, and that you move it in one direction continuously around that circle. If you try to keep it focused directly away from the center all the way, you will at some point feel considerable stress. It becomes necessary at some point along the circuit to permit your mind to rotate on its own axis. But when moving the qi along a stone circle, it seems necessary to keep your mind fixed upon the qi , and so you cannot let it rotate on its axis. Consequently, if you are standing within the circle of stones, and moving qi around the stones, your head must turn in concert with the qi as it moves. And if your head turns, your entire body must turn, so you must whirl "like a dervish". This requires footwork, and resistance to dizziness.
          One begins slowly, and the stones appear individually as one turns. But the speed gradually increases and the stones melt into a blur. The appearance or "feeling" of the qi , as it moves around the stones, reminds me of nothing so much as flowing mercury. The speed at which this "mercury" will flow seems only bounded by how good ones whirling footwork is.
          In this case, I ran out of breath twice, and it took three separate attempts to get things going well.
          When we left the circle to eat our lunch sandwiches, there were two cars of tourists just arriving. And these were followed by a seemingly endless stream of others. One lady came with a drum, and she had to wait awhile for sufficient solitude to commence her work. It reminded me somewhat of Merlina and her friends in Germany, who drum to the spirits in special locations there.

          The most interesting site of our Irish trip was a church in the countryside between and south of the cities of Derry and Coleraine. The oldest part of the present structure is known to have been constructed in the early 13th century, but one tradition has it, that there has been a church at the site at least as far back as 474 AD, in St. Patrick’s day. Another tradition is that the site was discovered by the Irish Saint Muiredach O’Heney, who was led there by a white stag.
          It is situated on a vortex, and I have only seen this before with a handful of other churches. The first I recall occurred during the second leg of our trip through Germany in 2004. In that case, as well as the present one, there was present at the time of our coming, a strong sha being. In both these cases, when the latent vortex was opened, the beings were much weakened, and in the present situation, it even left of its own volition.
          Outside the church were two smaller buildings, one reportedly housing the remains of O’Heney. Certainly a very respectable ghost was there. As is often not the case, this ghost did know that his physical body was dead, and that he must leave at some point. It lingered there to protect the church in some way, and seemed to be determined to remain until it was no longer needed in this regard. Near the end of our visit, Cesco had an intimate quiet time with this ghost saint. Muiredach O’Heney and Cesco the Mortal, at the former’s abode:

We ate lunch outside the church, and while sitting there, a large band of some 50 to 100 crows flew over us, circling many times around the church and surrounding ground.

          Many years ago I had visited Ireland with my parents, and one place which had lodged itself in my memory from that time, was the megalithic mound at Newgrange, in the Boyne River valley. In those days one could just drive up to the site and inspect it freely at ones leisure. Now it is designated as a protected area, and one is permitted to visit it only by driving to a building about a mile away, buying tickets, and riding a bus to and from the site. One is only permitted to enter the passage into the mound in the presence of a tour guide.
          But it is still worth a look. First it is very old: constructed about 600 years before the Great Pyramid at Giza, and some 1000 years before Stonehenge. Second, as one might expect, its construction exploited some singular qi configurations, still extant and observable.
          The mound is a huge manmade hill, about 11 meters high, and perhaps 100 meters in diameter. The hill was constructed from flat stones, placed so that they sloped away from the center: any rain seeping into the earth would drain away to the base of the hill, leaving the interior perfectly dry through the past 5 millennia. A tunnel penetrates the hill, about a third of the way through, and at the end of the tunnel are three vaults, each having a flat stone at its base. Contiguous to these is a larger vault, some meters high, into which the tunnel enters. Above the tunnel is small passage way, just large enough to permit a beam of light, and at only one time on one day of the year (winter solstice) does the light penetrate completely through this upper passage, to reach the middle vault at the end of the main tunnel.
          A ring of stones, each perhaps about the size of a man, and transported from many kilometers away, serves as the boundary at the base of the hill. Above them is a wall of white quartz stones, which has been restored as well as possible to its original state.
          On some of the base stones are carvings: in particular the stone at the tunnel entrance, and the stone directly opposite on the back of the mound. On these two stones are carved sets of swirls, some swirling towards their centers clockwise, and some counter-clockwise. On each stone is exactly one spot where a clockwise swirl contacts a counter-clockwise swirl. If one could push the tunnel entrance stone directly through the mound to match it with the stone at the back, so that these contact points coincided, he would find that the direction of these swirls would exactly match. Here is the back side:

There is in fact a strong sheng line , straight as a string from horizon to horizon, which runs through the mound, directly under said swirl contact points. The direction the qi flows through this line is such that it passes from the back to the mound to the front of the mound: roughly from northwest to southeast. This means that the tunnel of the mound was built so that the beam of light penetrating to the uttermost vault inside, on winter solstice, would be in exact alignment with the sheng line . Furthermore, the light from the sun would shine in the exact opposite direction to that in which the qi was flowing. I believe it would be quite interesting to be present at that point at the appropriate time on winter solstice. Unfortunately only a few people can fit inside at one time, some thousands of people draw lots for these few positions, and even the lucky few cannot be sure that the sky will not be cloudy when the time comes.
          There is a second strong line of qi which passes through the mound. It is not perfectly straight like the first, but runs roughly from south to north:. It is in a way more interesting than the first line, because the qi does not flow straight along it, but rather in a swirling way, as if along a coil. This second line intersects the first line, nearly as I could tell, through the vault directly at the end of the tunnel.
          The people who constructed the mound are thought to have come to Ireland about 4000 BC, and the flat rocks at the base of the vaults within the mound are thought to have been in place long before the mound was constructed.

          Also in the Boyne Valley is the Hill of Tara, home of the old kings of Ireland. When we arrived here, there were tents, caravans, and people protesting a proposed freeway which is planned to run through this old historical area. Tara is a sheep run now, though you can see outlines of the old ruins. It was worth the trip to see it, but perhaps more interesting was a rath some distance down the road. A rath is [Oxford Enlish Dictionary] "an enclosure (usually of a circular form) made by a strong earthen wall, and serving as a fort and place of residence for the chief of a tribe; a hill fort". This one serves now as a farmer’s pasture, and one must actually get inside it to appreciate it. As the definition indicates, it is a large circular earthen wall, surrounded by a ditch (likely formed when the earth was dug out to form the wall. Cesco preceded me out into it, and found that near the center was a latent vortex, something which is not to be found on Tara Hill proper.

          The final latent vortex we treated on the trip was in a peat bog. This was one of those vortices, like one I found last year in South Africa, and one a month or so ago in Poland, near the Russian border, where rather than touching the earth’s surface in several points, it spread out over a larger area and could be gifted anywhere on that area. We of course chose a place where it seemed the peat would not be harvested (dug out) in the future.

          We returned the rental car in Dublin the night before our departure. Since Cesco had to check in for his flight at 4 AM the next morning, we tried to catch a few hours sleep on the airport floor. Due to repeated loud warnings from the loudspeaker not to leave our baggage unwatched, we didn’t succeed too well. My plane to America was delayed and did not get away until 7:30 the next evening, and by then I was pretty drowsy. I only managed to stay awake until the plane had passed over Greenland, but up until the time I fell asleep, there was never a time on the Atlantic flight that I did not see sheng canopy in every direction. When I awoke, we were in northwestern Canada, and there was again sheng canopy in every direction.