THE FAIRIE HILL AT LOUGH GUR
“Throughout time, history has recorded encounters with beings who reside in other dimensions and magical kingdoms. It is not by chance that every culture on Earth and every geographical area of the world has stories to tell about these enchanting beings. These beings have many names ranging from fairies, elves, and sylphs – to cherubim, seraphim and archangels. They are not of human form; instead they are distinct life forms of their own, residing in other dimensions of time/space. In Sanskrit, one word summarizes the entire range of these kingdoms, and that word is Deva, meaning God, good Spirit, or beings of Light.” Excerpt from the wonderful book “The Light Shall Set You Free” by Dr. Norma Milanovich and Dr. Shirley McCune.
Feeling encouraged by these respected authors, we went with open hearts to Ireland to connect in whatever way we could. Lee Cook, who has been communicating with angels for as long as she can remember, wrote about the Angel, Faunashiel who was with us during our stay there. Her experience is recorded in our Trip Report for Ireland and you can read about her at: www.AdventurousSpiritTravel.com /News and Trip Reports. If you liked reading the best seller, “Angels In My Hair”, by Lorna Byrne, you will love reading about Lee’s experiences with the angelic realm.
While atop the Hollow Hill, near Lough Gur, I too, had an experience into another dimension that I will share here. After circling around the top of the Fairie Hill, we laid down at the edge of the circle, with our heads on the ground. I was on my back and watched a tiny bird flying around us, all by itself, singing as happily as could be possible. It continued circling, with a cheerful song, its wings beating so quickly that I could hardly see them. Being as diminutive as a fairy might be, I felt it was a message from them, saying that they were happy we were there. It felt joyful, lying on the soft grass and I looked up to see how my companions were doing. They were lying on their stomachs, now, cheeks on the grass. Well, I thought, I would try that, too.
The earth smelled so rich, with my nose right in it, like autumn leaves and well cured manure, mushrooms and Persian roses all tumbled together, it was powerful. I closed my eyes and the fragrance of the earth drew me into it immediately. I found myself in a dark tunnel, going deep into the earth. The smell was claustrophobic, almost moldy. But, for whatever reason, I kept going through the dark, earth tunnel. Soon, I arrived in a square room that was filled with golden light. The door closed. Fluttering about were, winged little lighted beings. They never stopped moving. I thought to myself, they are all a-flutter! They seemed so excited that someone was in the room with them, but they never stopped to say hello. What stood out in my memory was how this room was a precise cube. I recall the sharp angles of the ceiling. It was windowless, but the light inside was bright, with golden light and the tiny winged beings fluttering all about, kept the gold shimmering.
The room itself seemed like an antechamber. After awhile, a door on the other side opened into a forest, which did not have the warmth and brightness of the antechamber. As my eyes adjusted, I could make out in the dim light, tall, slender, white tree trunks. Then, one of them that looked like a tall birch came to life by moving its branch, like a long arm. From high up on the trunk, its mouth began to speak. I heard it say to come closer. I stepped into the forest. The tree spirit said to me in a low voice that he was glad I had come. I felt like I was standing in front of the school Principal. At the end of its long, branchy arm was a rather heavy looking, very tall crystal, shaped like a wand. The tree spirit tenderly tapped the tip of that long crystal on my head, waited a little bit, then gently said, “now you must be going.” I felt blessed. In an instant, I was back, lying on the grass, smelling the rich, sweet earth. I looked up and saw my friends still lying there, on the fairy hill. Sitting up, the beautiful vision of the shimmering golden cubic room, all a-flutter was clearly alive in my mind. Thinking back, I realize that the room must be an energy generator, located deep inside Mother Earth.
Recommended Reading:”Summer with the Leprechauns: A True Story”,by Tanis Helliwell. Ms Helliwell is the founder of the International Institute for Transformation. Reading her book helped us to understand that the world of the Elemental Beings is real and especially evident in Ireland. It also gives clear ways for humans to interact with those Beings.
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