These stone or cliff beings reveal themselves to you in their own time. This one, by far the largest, only recently showed herself. You bow down in awe.
The Journey to Ireland and Back to Maine
Your eyes scan the high ledges of the cliffs now. You usually find the ancient stone beings down low, or at eye level. There She is. The Lady who presides. You can hear the words: "Take off your sandals for you are standing on holy ground. Tell them that 'I Am' sent you." You bow down, your face in the sand. You feel the heat on your forehead. The roar of the waves, her speech, flooding you. Your hair stands on end.
Who is She beyond Regal, Divine, Mother, Queen. Read More
Where are they going? Where did they come from? Does it matter if they are leading anywhere or not?
If you could swim out there, you would. You are compelled. The magic pulls like a giant magnet. The cliffs are high, the tide is strong, the bright blue of the waters swirl around the stones and the cliff, splashing, daring you to make the leap,daring you to know you could if you believed you could. You believe in a time far away and long ago, that opens a space into the present, but for seconds only. You'd have to jump really fast and believe the Ones would take you there. Read More