Seven Sisters Stone Circle : Ireland

We ventured to a stone circle called the Seven Sisters in Southern Ireland.

Driving through winding roads, hairpin turns, and sharp corners, we finally found our way.

The veil opened, revealing our destination.

As we stepped into the field, an old crone, the steward of the land, greeted us.

She walked with a hag stick, her short grey hair contrasting with her pink shirt, wild hairs sprouting from her chin.

She asked if we knew how to enter, and we thanked her, saying we did.

Two stones stood at the entrance, said to be the parents of the Seven Sisters.

Making an offering at the threshold, we walked in, greeted by a gentle wind.

Entering the stone circle, I walked its interior a few times before sitting in a patch of sunlight that peeked through the trees.

Each stone had a rose, offered by previous pilgrims.

I closed my eyes and journeyed through the veil.

Under the circle, I saw a spiral staircase leading down.

A creature resembling Pan and underworld fairy beings, unlike the familiar Tinkerbell, appeared.

We communicated in a single breath, sharing much in this timeless space.

I saw a Hawthorne tree in my vision and, upon opening my eyes, noticed a Hawthorne tree with prayer ribbons just outside the circle.

I took a moment to attune my hearts prayer, and I tied a hot pink ribbon to the tree, offering my prayers for myself and loved ones, letting the wind carry them to where they needed to be.

Sitting again in the sunlight, a family appeared, otherworldly in their presence.

The mother, in a flowered dress, carried a bouquet and medicine tools, making offerings.

Her son, sweet but boundary-less, nearly sat on me.

His sister, with a creamy, glowing complexion and almond-shaped blue eyes, played a little necklace flute.

The father stood with their elder dog against one of the stones.

Suddenly, we were seven.

The family, seemingly made of unusual material, shared their purpose.

They were part of a team tending to waters, sacred portals, and ley lines worldwide, weaving magic to bring harmony and healing.

Sitting in the stone circle, we listened to their inspired vision of the future and what is happening here in these times we are in.

The son kept bringing me gifts from the forest. At one point, he asked to see a picture of my beloved. I said I didn't have one, and he asked, “Do you want one?” I smiled at my friend across the circle, who knew a bit about my desires, and I said I do.

The woman and her beloved then spoke up, promising to bring my beloved to me. “It's done,” they said. “This is what we do.”

They shared wild ideas of the new world and the new way, emphasizing fearlessness, knowing one's value and worth, and the importance of unity and community for change.

She spoke about being guided to offer her resonance in certain places, simply by being there.

She mentioned laying crystals and grids, and how people around the world are doing the same, joining in astrally with one another as they make pilgrimages around the Earth.

At one point, I mentioned having visited 111 sacred places on my walkabout while also sharing a glimpse into what I have seen on my travels that were relevant to what they were sharing.

The mother, looked at her husband and said, “She's good,” meaning I'm on the path to ascension of this new earth timeline. What Great News - LOL!

The mother spoke to my friend, asking how she'd been feeling.

My friend shared how she hadn't felt well, and the woman explained that the symptoms were signs of ascension, reassuring her that she was okay.

The energy the mother carried was both inspired and uncontained, the boy without boundaries, the father more grounded, and the daughter with a quiet, mysterious quality.

As we shared time, the wind blew at just the right moments, and the woman would laugh.

She mentioned that when you pee in these sacred places, you are dropping keys.

Though this story may sound crazy to the mind, listening from the heart, I could feel her devotion and the shimmers of truths woven through her words.

As our time with them came to a close, we hugged them, said our goodbyes, and went on our way.

I dropped keys between the guardian stones, the parent stones, and we said goodbye to the steward of the land.

Wandering down the path, we giggled in awe of the magic and oddness we had just experienced.

Blessed Lughnasadh to all.