Saturday, October 15, 2011
Begin Again...
In recalling my visit to Newgrange, in Ireland, I still vividly remember what it felt like to be inside this wonder. It was the void- void of noise, void of activity, completely still, and the feeling that if you were not standing in there, it would sit empty and silent for millennium. There is air to breath , but it is not the living air of the sun and grass just outside the door...it is a dark air , void of life. It is , the emptiness of forever in there. That is what makes the winter solstice so very special...a beam of life giving sun makes it way down the long dark passageway, to give light , illumination,- to the empty waiting chamber inside. There has been some question as to if it was a burial chamber, there were remains, bones, found in there, at one time. No one knows. My gut feeling about the place is...well, you will find out when you read the book!. The full name of the book gives you a clue, "Newgrange , birthplace of ancient mysteries". In the book, birth and death will happen simultaneously. A character will be inside, giving birth at the same moment a tribal leader dies in there. What is inside the chamber at that moment is hope for the next generation, actually , hope for the entire human race. There is a placenta looking basin , that I speculate could be where a newborn could be swaddled. Three chambers, birth, death, and new life. And as I further contemplate myself being inside this womb tomb chamber, I consider its possible messages to all "religions" that followed after these early ancestors...the one thing that is certain in Islam, Christian, Judaism, Pagan, Native religions, - all peoples who simply seek a connection with the divine...it is all about the egg. Everything is born of woman, the female, the egg is the beggining of life. Even God respectfully was birthed through Mary. That is nice- to know that even divinity partakes in the laws of nature here on earth. I further wonder- the egg chooses " who" it allows in. It waits, for "the One" . I was not "the One" when I innocently visited Newgrange...I was not , chosen to be allowed inside. Is it disrepectful of me to enter that place, hidden for hundreds of years? Possibly. Possibly every person who ventures in is forcing their presence into a space that was obviously designed only for one encounter, one moment a year, only for the Light. Sigh. So it is with the most respect and reverence that I write this book, I make up and guess who I think these people were, who I think God is, and the Spirit of the earth...but I do it with all the love in my heart how it was revealed to me. Enjoy the story...it is for all us tresspassers who trod upon the truly sacred.
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