Ireland’s Ring of Kerry

James  Tyberonn – Ireland’s Ring of Kerry is beyond magical. Its verdant, rugged beauty is dotted with amazing landscapes, stone circles and myriad potent Neolithic sites. But Skellig Michael, the mystical, monastic island named after Archangel Michael, is undeniably ‘Lord of the Ring.’

Holy of Holies

The small jagged island of Skellig Michael is the point on the earth plane in which many purport the renowned Michael ley line enters Gaia. On this pyramidal island, the Michael ley line begins its sacred trek across Britain and Europe, ending at Mount Carmel in the Holy Land of Israel. How interesting that it begins on this otherworldly little island off the Ring of Kerry. How interesting, indeed.

It was, in fact, through researching the Michael ley line that I first learned of Skellig Michael. The very concept of this ancient monastery crowning this isolated rock, 13 kilometers off Ireland’s shore, is a stunning enigma. The actual genesis is biblical in proportion. Inspired monks receiving and obeying a divine decree from an archangel to sail out and build a monastery on bare rock carries shades of the exodus of Moses.

This location equals, no, surpasses, the sites of the other two great monastic centers in Western Europe that were also built per Archangel Michael’s inspiration – Mont St. Michel in Normandy and St. Michael’s Mount in Cornwall, which are triangulated with Skellig.

It is interesting and fitting that historians and pilgrims alike are interested in the three ‘Michael’ islands for connected yet succinctly differing reasons. All three are islands of archeological interest for the academic. And metaphysically, all three islands anchor the Michael portal of the Michael ley line, and connect to its amazing telluric thread as it weaves its divine tapestry onto the Earth.

Islands on which manifestations of Archangel Michael appeared and inspired holy men to come and live on bare rock for over 1,500 years led me to suspect Skellig to be one of those rarified grid-points that coexist in multiple dimensions. So I was compelled to investigate and experience this for myself.

Tyb’s Journal: Quest to Skellig Michael

When I landed at Ireland’s Shannon Airport, Irish skies were smiling! It had rained all the week prior to my arrival, but the skies were clearing and the sun was beaming through mist on my disembarkation. The weather would remain brilliant for my entire four-day trip. Luck of the Irish indeed!

While beautiful sunny days are something of a rare commodity on the West Coast of Ireland, beautiful countryside is not. The glowing green of the soft, velvety landscape had quite an allure. The solid week of rain had polished the grounds and trees almost as if to display Ireland in watercolor, a living Monet. The hills radiated brightness, and they seemed to shine with every shade of green in the painted landscape.

Getting out of the airport into the lush countryside was easy, a simple matter of minutes, even with driving on the left. I headed north for the Cliffs of Moher and then on to the Burrens of County Clare. Both destinations were tidily packed into a seven-hour slot, in a looping drive through magnificent country with ample time for stops. Evening would see me heading south to the Ring of Kerry and Skellig Michael, entry portal of the Michael ley line.

The Cliffs of Moher

I arrived at the Cliffs of Moher within the hour. What an incredible place! The cliffs are magnificent black slate fortresses deflecting the fifty-foot crashing waves of the North Atlantic. The sheer walls drop 650 feet straight onto a crag of jagged ramparts, dotted white with barnacles and seabird guano. The color contrast is awesome. Bright green fields cap the walls like a shaggy mop wig, right to the very edge. The sheer drop is frightening to anyone with vertigo or children. Despite guardrails and stonewalls that keep the visitor a safe distance from the edge, there are stunning views allowing the viewer to get showered by invigorating salty sea spray! Constant wind off the ocean slams against the sheer cliffs in fog-white swirling eddies, scampering upward, like the spirits of long past Vikings scaling castle walls. The icy winds over the grassy edge carry smoky water plumes, making a waterproof jacket highly recommended.

I found the energy here really charged, very amplified and invigorating. The combination of green fields, sea air and the mesmerizing cliffs provided a resonance of balance and well-being. The ionic release from the pounding waves created an immense plasmic field that was immediately refreshing.

The spiritual traveler and tourist alike can find endless reasons to spend an afternoon here. Vast energy pockets were ample for meditation, contemplation or just being in the moment. The sea breeze energy is so awesome, I could have enjoyed a few days in a seaside B & B, just losing myself in the green rolling fields alongside the cliffs. However, I had to settle for a two-hour taste, then onward to the Burrens!

The Burrens

The Burrens is a geological phenomenon in County Clare, just a brief 30-minute drive from the Cliffs of Moher. The word ‘burren’ is derived from the Irish-Gaelic word bhoireann, meaning ‘place of stones,’ and the stones of the Burren are quite something to see. The entire area looks like a massive gray rock floor, which is exactly what it is – a glacier-cut hearth of tabled limestone covering some 300 square kilometers. The limestone surface can vary from smooth plates to undulating five-foot waves. The rocky wave pattern is amazing, looking oddly like a gray, solidified ocean! Veins of snow quartz zigzag through the area, often several meters wide, in an arraying pattern of swirls. Some very unusual plant life also adds to the otherworldly appeal of the Burren, a moonscape teeming with telluric energy that virtually buzzed.
Not surprisingly, it is also home to some fine Neolithic sites, the most famous of which was my next destination – the Dolmen at Poulnabrone.

The Dolmen at Poulnabrone (aka Druids’ Altar)

The word ‘dolman’ comes from two Breton words meaning ‘stone table,’ and has traditionally been referred to in Gaelic as the Druids’ Altar. It is a 5,000-year-old Neolithic monument, (dating to 3,000 BC) and believed by some to have been set in place to mark a very powerful vortex of crossing ley lines by Druid priests. A place of ritual and wedding ceremonies, fertility rites and wakes, it looks like a massive table held in place by huge limestone sheet rocks.

Upon my arrival, I was delighted to find a pair of German visitors measuring the energy with dowsing rods. After watching them for a few moments, I struck up a conversation and learned about other sites in the area. I brought out my copper dowsing L-rods to help map the energy lines, and we did, indeed, find the rods swirled and aligned with two leys intersecting at the Dolmen, with a swirling energy in its center. Both entered exactly on line with monoliths wedged in place in three points along the outer perimeter. The monoliths were relatively small but had been carefully chiseled with circular holes to create energetic portals for the ley. It was an astonishing discovery.

After a couple of hours at the Dolmen, I reluctantly had to leave. Although it was almost 6 p.m., and sunset wasn’t until 10 p.m., I had to conserve light so as not to miss the visual portion of the spectacular Irish countryside as I headed south.

To the Ring of Kerry

I squeezed my large frame into the small rental car and pulled onto the serpentine two-lane country road. I let the picturesque winding road just slide by as I drove southward, in total contentment, to the Ring of Kerry and Skellig Michael itself. I drove in one of those lucid, waking dreams. The leisurely drive to Kerry was about three hours in linear time, but I seemed to arrive with no awareness of its passing. The soft green Irish countryside really has an amazing charm, and I merged into every landscape during the drive.

It was not quite dark when I arrived at the Skellig Peninsula. A quaint fishing village right out of the 18th century delighted my eyes. A faint chorus of cawing gulls gnawed at my perception of space and time, as centuries seemed to roll back in perfect rhythm with the gently bobbing boats anchored in the harbor. Everything was perfect and tugged so at my heartstrings. The pungent smell of drying fishnets was so familiar that I felt a pang of sweet sadness. Déjà vu all over again! Ah, but the rugged Irish coastline has a captivating allure.

The salt-air breeze of the North Atlantic was cold enough to sharpen my senses and snap me out of the time warp I was in, to see the brightly painted boats and quaint stone village. The peninsula became quickly cloaked in a thick evening fog, so I checked into my B & B, then reserved my boat trip to Skellig for 10 o’clock the next morning. If the village had this hypnotic effect, I wondered what lay in wait on Skellig Michael? I would soon find out.

As I scanned the rolling ocean from my room’s bay window, I caught a fleeting glimpse of two pyramidal shapes far in the distance. There are actually two Skellig Islands: Skellig Michael and the smaller Skellig Minor. From any angle or vantage point on the Ring of Kerry, they are spectacular pinnacles. From my bedroom, they were the last sights I saw before retiring. As I fell asleep, my final thoughts were, how on earth did the monks get here, and why make a life atop the bare rocky pinnacle?

Day Two: Skellig Michael

“An incredible, impossible, mad place. I tell you the thing does not belong to any world that you and I have lived and worked in; it is part of our dream world.”

When George Bernard Shaw wrote those words back in 1910, he had just returned from a jarring visit to Skellig Michael:

“Even the gnarled stones seemed alive on that mystical island. Skellig’s monks must have communed with angels for their daily sustenance on such bare rock.”

Indeed they did, Mr. Shaw. Indeed they did.

My boat trip out was quite a roller coaster ride. The 30-foot passenger skiff was diesel powered and heartily handled the waves, not so with most of the passengers, however. On the tip of a passerby and an intuitive tug, I took two anti-seasickness pills an hour before departure. I normally don’t take such precaution, but in this case I was glad I did. All nine of my touring shipmates lost their breakfast on the roll of 15-foot swells during the hour-long ride. That technicolor unpleasantry aside, the boat trip was exciting, to say the least.

As we neared Skellig Michael, the views opened, and I became enraptured at the sheer pyramidal symmetry and surprising richness of color. In the sunshine, the black silhouettes transformed to iridescent purples and greens – absolutely stunning colors.

Interestingly, but not surprising, a lenticular cloud sat over the peak of Skellig Michael – a telltale sign of an inward pull, or magnetic vortex, and certainly in keeping with the anchoring of a portal. I have seen the phenomena of lenticulars over volcanoes in many power nodes, including Shasta, Denali, Kenai and Chili’s potent Vulcan Osorno.

The Amethyst Pyramid

Skellig is undoubtedly among the planets most unique and amazing of portal complexes, indeed it is the portal said to infuse the Michael Ley energy into the violet hued quartz pinnacle. Skellig Michael is an anticline uplift, a mountain of pure quartz, purple quartz. A jagged mountain top island of pyramidal shaped amethyst. Amazing to see, and even more amazing to feel!

Geologically, Skellig Michael is Devonian sandstone, a 350 million-year-old vintage sedimentary quartz that runs right through the backbone of Kerry. The colors are vineyard cabernet and lavender rose’. The bouquet was heady and sweet, but the full bodied perfume is not from the wine colored rock, rather from the fragrant varieties of crimson and white wildflowers that seemed to grow everywhere, springing vividly all over the bare rock slopes of this magical quartz. Apparently the tetrahedronal Skellig emits such virile energy that it is quite capable of sustaining plant growth on solid rock. Stunning, pulsing energy exuded from the rock, fertile akash indeed. The amethyst pyramid generates akashic life-force like no other place I have seen, save the Grand Canyon and Lake Titicaca.

It is a testament of their intune status, that the early Christian monks were aware of this energetic dynamo that compelled them to take small boats across ravaging seas to live on such a seemingly bare and remote rock 13 miles from the mainland. But sustain and enlighten them it did!

Arrival

The tiny landing dock came into view as the boat pulled in closer. It was concrete, built outward from steel shafts anchored into the rock wall. The cement was fashioned into a landing quay large enough for one boat at a time. The swells created a ten-foot bobbing, so unloading had to be perfectly timed! It was! The Irish boatmen were confident and capable, as they steadied the vessel and guided each of us individually onto the quayside. We were given three hours but told that, because the weather and sea change constantly, if we heard three horn blasts we were to head back immediately or face a night on the island, something I wouldn’t have minded at all, and secretly yearned for!

The 777 Steps

A roadway leads upward from the quay, carved into the side of the rock years ago in order to place a lighthouse on the far side at the lower mid-base. It leads a couple of hundred meters to the staircase of chiseled steps, painstakingly carved by monks to get to the sacred saddle and monastery above.

I was still wobbly from the effects of dramamine and ocean swells as I collected myself for the walk up. I hoped the grogginess would wear off and not affect my ability to tap into the potent energies I knew to be above in the Skellig Monastery.

At the recommendation of the boat guides, I was dressed for wet and cold, as icy Atlantic rain can blow in at any time. However, the weather was incredibly warm, in fact, it was hot! After climbing a few meters of the steeply inclined path, so was I!

I had actually wished for a sauna the night before in order to purify my system, and
between my heavy waterproof gear and backpack, my sauna wish was laboriously granted. I worked up quite a sweat as I toiled upward on the steep sides of the mountain. Be careful what you ask for in 5-D portals, because manifestation is immediate! Half way up, I was soaked, and had to peel off layers of raingear.

Like many mega-power sites, the energy crests as one reaches the higher points. The walk upward is literally a staircase of 777 steps, although there are differing versions of the exact number, based on whether the count extends to the monastery, sacred caldera or southern peak. Flowers were everywhere – small blossoms in delicate casings, resplendently juxtaposed in vividly expressed beauty. The stairs formed a switchback, with exquisite places to sit and rest on purple rock outcroppings and to enjoy the commanding view.

The Michael Portal Anchor

Near the top, a small saddle is formed almost like a volcanic caldron. It took a good 40 minutes for me to reach the Fryer’s Saddle, but what reward! It is an incredibly potent area. A definite contained energy is emitted within its elongated bowl that balances the male and female peaks and anchors the portal.

It is a lush, magical fairy garden. Tiny white, red and yellow flowers were dispersed like angel hair bouquets in the sweet grass. The energy here was far more complex, thicker, yet balanced and mesmerizing as I sat in the entry point of the Michael portal.

How the saddle-bowl of the upper mount it could be so lush and green is really not surprising. The monks brought rich black soil over from the mainland and painstakingly built sodden areas on the saddle and monastery grounds for planting vegetable gardens.

That process has since maintained a critical mass cycle of self-replenishment in which the hearty plants decay into mulch, thus creating new soil. Every horizontal area and quite a few vertical ones seemed to have a rich layer of fertile loam. So energetically powerful was this place that plant life burst out everywhere, even on naked rock. Sweet smelling grasses and flowers thrived, and life teemed all over Skellig.

Lucid Experience of the Faerie Kingdom

After reaching the apex of Skellig, I felt both exhausted and exhilarated. Now granted, by the time I reached the top of Skellig, I was already in something of an altered state, both from the intense energies, and the taxing physical effort that left me exhausted after reaching the top. I felt somewhat the same feeling that I feel after a 2 hour sweat lodge. Clean, purified and ‘wiped-out’. I was already seeing sparkles bursting in the air by the time I reached the top of Skellig.

As I sat on a beautiful grassy mound of flowered grass, to my amazement I literally saw blue-green transparent orbs containing visible faeries all around me! It was quite amazing and serendipitous, an unexpected and delightful occurrence. Although I had ‘seen’ such aerial Devics in other locations including Arkansas, England, Brazil, Venezuela, Canada and Scotland, these were comparatively brief glimpses that did not last long enough to provide certainty that I had truly seen what I felt I saw.

Yet atop Skellig Michael, the Devic Fae did not appear and disappear in a quick flash; I was able to view them for up to 30 minutes on Skellig, before they dimmed back into total transparency.

In retrospect, I remain keenly aware of the visibility of the devic in Ireland. What was presented on Skellig Michael was simply amazing. Literally dozens of orbed faeries, pixies and elves flew and scrambled about in small flower gardens and pools at the top among the rock out-croppings and vivid wildflowers. The Faeries in several instances, seem to be aware of me, several particularly attracted to a large Vogel Phi Crystal I had placed on the grassy, flowered patch of land atop Skellig. Two appeared right over it and exuded a delightful energy that made me laugh, instantly & contagiously in pure delight

Was it my expectation? In truth the Devics were unexpected, for I went to Skellig for deep meditation, but it has remained apparent to me that something utterly unique exists in Ireland that allows for a greater access to other dimensions.

Life Force

Skellig is life. The energy on the island could grow roses in snow and sustain monks on air alone – the original breatharians, perhaps not by choice! Few places on Earth hold such vital, healing and sustaining life energy.

The very osmotic process of absorbing Skellig’s Akashic electro-light energy essence through the auric field sustains life and optimally so, thanks to the pristine quality of the energy. The isolation, the exact blend of forces seems to have created an energetic cocktail of mineralogy, grid location and natural geometry that are literally regenerative. Skellig pulses the Akash that is the true fountain of youth, or rather the vortex-portal of youth, overflowing with hi-definition pixels of divine energy fed from the heavens and earth. Certainly a field capable of generating and cascading its rich energetic overflow into a river of electromagnetic energy that became known as the Michael Leyline.

I soaked in this immense, wholesome vibration and went into a meditation of lucid clarity quite unlike any I had experienced before. I did sense Lord Michael and was moved deeply. His presence enveloped me and moved me beyond words. I became immediately humbled by the overwhelming sense of divinity within this sacred point. My eyes filled with tears, and I wept in solemn reverie as I often do when I sense the omnipresence of God.

I went into a sense of ‘zipped’ space, where higher dimensions seemed to be highly concentrated into one concentric point, and the area felt much larger than it looked. The passing of time was halted. The minutes literally felt like hours, and I was delighted at that prolonging. I was grateful and wanted to stay, but there was more to see.

The Monastery

To my right, the north, was carved the final tier of steps to the holy of holies, the monastery. There seemed to be another 100 or so feet upward and 300 feet or so to the northern corner. Interestingly, two amazing dragon figures of natural, weather-sculpted rocks hovered over the entrance as if to protect the area from intruders. The likeness was quite amazing, and I felt a presence.

It wasn’t lost on me that the church symbol of Archangel Michael includes dragons; he is connected to the harnessing of the dragon’s energy and the removal of the serpents from Ireland.

The dragon often symbolized the fire of kundalini, and the serpent the use of kundalini on the earth plane. Could it be that the energy of Michael is to anchor kundalini into the upper chakras for the full integrity of root to crown assimilation? Rather than slaying dragons, Michael is about integrating their fire energy, refining fire into violet light!

The monastery itself was otherworldly. I was quite unprepared for what I saw and felt, as I climbed and weaved along the trail to the beehive huts. These were created in perfect domes, without cement or mortar, with two foot thick walls. They projected incredible energy, each one an infinity point and anchor of the portal. Each one a vortex.

The Chapel – Holy of Holies

The ‘beehived’ chapel itself is situated on a narrow ledge, more than 750 feet above sea level. I spent 15 minutes inside alone, and its energy jolted me so, that I was moved to tears. I felt an energetic download, a light code of 5-D energy. The domes remain virtually frozen in time, structurally the same as when built, 1,450 years ago. Flashes of light were everywhere.

I found a grassy patch that commanded a stunning, open view onto Skellig Minor Island. The afternoon was glowing bright, and the sun warmed my face. Winded from the hard climb and wet from the toil, I felt comfort on a piece of soft earth at the edge of the domes. The electricity of this spot was absolutely tangible. The purple and gold, the sweet flora smells; all enhanced my euphoric, dreamy sense of well being.

Skellig Minor loomed large on the horizon. It is also a pyramid and energetically part of this Skellig energy field. Skellig Minor is home to some 27,000 pairs of gannets – the second largest colony of such seabirds in the world – and just then, an enormous cloud of gannets wafted over its pinnacle, bringing their grace and soft energy into this balance. More to this than meets the eye, winged guardians of the portal perhaps.

From the shoreline, both Skellig Islands appear as tetrahedral pyramids, but in truth, Skellig Michael curves slightly near the top into a saddle joining two lateral peaks, one male, one female, in balance. The second and highest of the two peaks on Skellig Michael is 770 feet above sea level, topped by a monolithic ‘standing stone,’ engraved with a Celtic Cross at the very end of a narrow stretch of rock.

The Pilgrims’ Test

While the steep climb to the monastery is tortuous and difficult, the climb to the upper peak is even more demanding and leaves one in awe of the people who chose to make this their home. The climb up was tenuous, a testing labyrinth that I find in so many sacred places.

Medieval pilgrims, after visiting the Skellig monastery, would climb to the south peak, quite a precarious task. They would kiss the cross, thus proving their faith and piety, and occasionally as an act of penitence. It may have been the burning desire inherent in some to find an isolation that enabled them to develop communion with God. I can only imagine the courage and dedication involved in the days and times past. Yet it is understandable when you experience first hand the presence of Spirit that is Skellig. It is humbling, immediate and penetrating. The essence of divinity atop Skellig Michael is overwhelming. So much is there, it is truly a refuge of multidimensionality.

Islands of Light

It was, in fact, due to places like Skellig Michael that Western Civilization was preserved. Scholars proclaim that when Europe was being overrun with barbarians in the depth of the Dark Ages, these isolated monasteries preserved the arts, reading and indeed civilization itself. These include Skellig, Mont Michele, Iona and Meteora Monastery in Greece. Totally isolated, totally benevolent, angelic anchors.

Yet in spite of their stark inaccessibility, Viking invaders attacked Skellig several times, although there was little to attract them in the way of wealth or material treasure. Light always attracts the dark. But it cannot exist for long in places of pure benevolence such as Skellig.

Connecting the Energies

I used my remaining time in the magic of the crest to energetically connect to Michael, who was omnipresent. I felt deeply reverent and humbled, as I flowed with the energy and flew above my physical being in lucid states. Before departing, I consciously connected energy lines to sacred sites across the planet. I have been to many places , circumnavigating the glove many times over. I have been to hundreds of powerful places, but there is something fantastically different in Ireland.

I exited slowly. Skellig had touched me deeply, and serendipitously. I found throughout Ireland a truly profound centering , and had deep clearings and profound comprehensions. Ireland is very special, very unique.

The Spiral Home

The trumpeting of the boat’s horn from far below jolted me out of my reverie, and my heart sank. It would take close to an hour to reach the loading dock, but I was in no hurry. I weaved my way back down, absorbing every ion of the incredible energy and scenery en route.

The following morning, I bought a book at the visitor center that captured my feelings regarding Skellig, and I end with the words of Sir Kenneth Clark:

“As I climbed the path winding up to the ancient constructions near the top of Skellig’s cliff, I sensed that I was on the threshold of something utterly unique, though I was by no means a stranger to monasteries, which I had visited throughout Europe, and even farther afield at one time and another. But nothing in my experience had prepared me for this huddle of domes, crouching halfway to heaven in this all but inaccessible place, with an intimidating immensity of space all around, where it was easy to feel that you had reached a limit of this world. A holy place, to be sure, which would still have been holy, even if it had never known the consecrated life of prayer.”

Closing

The sense of the Faerie, the Devic and the Sacred Goddess is perhaps greater in Ireland than any other place I have every visited. Ireland is a land of beauty, balance and profound mystery. The Sacred abides in every part of the Emerald Isle. It feels like ‘home’, its nurtures and balances all who visit. There is an undeniable aspect of completion in this frequency. Somehow the energy of Ireland gives an underlying feeling of comprehension & strength, an ability to make sense of one’s journey, and allowing one to leave feeling more certain of why we have taken the paths of life that led us to the present place. And that is a worthwhile feeling.

Earth Keeper Newsletter July 6 2012

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