Tag Archive: Sacrifice


DAY TEN THURSDAY 3rd APRIL: A lovely Rest Day! A good way to start week two!

DAY ELEVEN. FRIDAY 4th APRIL. Leave Casa das Oliverias:  I won’t say i was sorry to go, as this very old building was ‘home’ to some  strange spirits who were stuck in purgatory here and had been for a very long time, not of our time line for sure and really not at all happy we were there. A pretty place to be sure but time to go!

   

Capela das Alma de Santa Catarina. (Chapel of Souls) Porto. Portugal: Considered the oldest historic centre in Europe, current construction from 1793 CE. If ever there were a Demonic place this would be it. The chapel has it’s origins in an old wooden chapel built in honor of Saint Catherine. The construction of the building that exists today dates back to the end of the 18th century when the Brotherhood of Souls and Wounds of Saint Francis moved from the Monastery of Santa Clara to the Chapel of Santa Catarina. The 15,947 tiles that now cover the building, represent the life story of Saint Francis and Saint Catherine who are both venerated in the chapel. The chapel is very interesting inside with a good ‘dark’ feel to it, even the artworks exuded a certain ‘feel’. The outside of the chapel is covered in amazing white and blue tiles, stunning as an artwork in themselves.

 

Porto itself was lovely, very vibrant and busy, a tad` touristy for our liking, but one can see why people flock here as the chapel is extremely photogenic. We had a stroll and  lunch here and bought some lovely items to take home. The weather was very wet and showery which did make for some lovely photography.

Capela do Senhor da Pedra. Catholic Church. Gaia. Portugal. (Church of the Lord of the Stone) Situated on Senhor da Pedra beach in Gulpihares. An interesting mix of Witchcraft with ancient Christianity, it was built on a rock in the sea. The foundations were laid 1763. The area screams energy, energy, energy! A fresh breezy day on these beautiful shores really lifted our souls, what a stunning place for a chapel to be, very liminal spanning both sea and land with energy flowing.

It is believed that the origin of the cult in the Capela do Senhor da Pedra may have its origins in an ancient pagan cult, of a naturalists nature of pre-Christian peoples, whose deities were venerated in the midst of nature, having later been converted to Christianity. The place where this chapel of The Lord of the Stone is standing is certainly the oldest place of worship n the parish, before Christ  was celebrated, so would be a pagan altar. The church is hexagonal in shape and a fairly new stone marks the place of a much, much older site of interest to Craft.All in all a very ‘energetic’ site. It looked straight out of a fairy tale.

Stay five nights at Rua D Maria Fernanda, Moto Cardoso. Ferreira do Zezare. Portugal: Separate chalets each for a unique and relaxing experience at this friendly little well-kept holiday complex.

       

DAY TWELVE: SATURDAY 5th APRIL: Convento do Cristo. Convent of Christ. Tomar. Portugal: Once owned by the Knights Templar and built inside the walls of the castle, it took five centuries to build. It is said that within one of the walls lies the tablet of destiny. It was huge and very impressive  and i could not help naming it ‘Templar Headquarters’. The was such a lot to see here, that one could easily spend a whole day just wandering around.

There is a vast history attached to this site which one can read about here:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Convent_of_Christ_(Tomar)

As we know the Templars were famously persecuted and murdered by orders of the pope and the catholic church, and sadly much Templar blood spilled at this site,  so how ironic it is that the town here (in the here and now) and indeed to, much of the area around is now adorned with Templar memorabilia and gifts. This really does not say much for the human race at all.

So originally it was a 12th century Templar stronghold where Templars lived and carried out their duties. History tells that the order was dissolved in the 14th century and the building is now a catholic convent, but i think one has to read between the lines here. In it’s day it would have been an amazing place, still an amazing place but now a museum and world heritage site and the architecture is truly mind blowing.

The stunning Templar Castle & adjoining round church in Tomor Portugal

<as always click on photo to enlarge>

Castelo de Tomar. Tomar. Portugal:  The very place where the Templars lived and waked. See above for details, the Convento do Cristo was built inside these very castle walls.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tomar_Castle

Out and about in Tomar, Portugal.

A town adorned with Templar gifts and trinkets yet with a dark hidden history sadly splattered with much Templar blood…

Igreja de Sao Joao Baptista. Church of John the Baptist. Tomar. Portugal: Our last stop of this very interesting day. The church stands which was refurbished in 2022 stands in a square of black and white paving. The previous chapel was founded by the Templars in the 12th century. A true site of past Templar activity, with a touch of magic for good measure. A very profound interaction with a watcher happened here, as ‘he’ appeared from nowhere with knowledge of what we were doing and what we needed to see, as he went ahead and quickly exposed some ‘hidden’ artworks for us – not on general display to the public and for our eyes only  – then, as they have a habit of doing, he just as quickly vanished into thin air.

The area around the church is the centre of the Festa dos Tabuleiros, a pagan festival held in July every four years, in which girls, the colour of their parish, carry trays with bread and flowers on their heads. The festival has similar roots to the Festas do Espirito Santo in the Azores.

Read more here: https://templarportugal.com/en/x/templar-legacy/mother-church-of-sao-joao-batista/

Always time for a nice coffee to round off the experience!

 

 

DAY THIRTEEN: SUNDAY 6TH APRIL:  Torre de Dornes. Castle and Tower. Dornes. Portugal: This was tuning out to be a very wet, rainy day and while the scenery shone in the rain, it was very and slippery underfoot on those very sloppy and inclined cobbled mountain roads! I must admit to struggling with my balance and sadly not being able to make it everywhere today. Built on an ancient Roman tower from 72 BCE, this feat of craftmanship, where the Templars had a stronghold so to defend the area from Muslim attackers. I must admit i did wonder at one point where we were going, as this small mountain road did wind its way seemingly forever upwards, but never the less very worth while once there. A popular place as many  tourists and pilgrim had made the effort, there was a service in place when we arrived so i expect many were there for that.

Views around outside the Tower, up a steep and slippery mountain road.

The Templar Tower of Dornes was built on a Roman fortress or tower. The work was commissioned by a D. Gualdim Pais. Master of the Order of Templar, in the second half of the twelfth century. The structure was then re-modelled, re-inforced and intergrated into the defense system along the River Tagus. It has an unusual plan, as it has five sides. The entrance portal faces north and has a rectangular frame. Inside the tower there are still Templar funerary stelae, and the place has a brick vault with and inscription. In the sixteenth century, after having lost its defensive function, the Torre de Dornes transformed into a bell tower.

 

Capela de Nossa. Senhora do Carmo. Chapel of our Lady of Mount Carmel. Beco. Portugal: A quaint chapel that holds information in relation to the creation of Earth itself. Sadly now closed and it did look quite abandoned, yet a sweet perfumed aroma of roses filled the air, although no roses nearby… It is located in the place of Murfacem, Trafana, Portugal. It is said to be located in a palatial house, a former Carmelite convent, now a residential home and the owners open the doors to the public on a Sunday. Sadly this information is way out of date and this lovely building is very much sinking into disuse, but still a lovely building.

On a lonely and wet rural byway…

Ingreja Matrix de Santo Aleixo. Catholic Church. Beco. Portugal. Founded in 1538 CE, this church underwent renovations in the 17th and 18th centuries. Located in Santo da Restauracao, in the district of Beja, Portugal. It is classified as a national monument and it is said to have superb views of the countryside across all the different rooftops and weather vanes, and i could not argue with that. It stands high on a hilltop dominating the surrounding landscape. The current temple is the second of the same name built on the site, the first building dating from 1626 was razed in the first years  after the Restoration War.

Read more here: https://templarportugal.com/en/x/other-attractions/parish-church-of-beco/

DAY FOURTEEN. MONDAY 7th APRIL: Anta da Vila de Nisa. Nisa. Portugal: A truly amazing place that has stood the test of time. Being 6500 years old with an even older site below it, this ‘Sacrificial’ place is one of a few still in existence. A special place for me, and of a journey via ‘distorted’ time, to a place of connection and a deep profound acknowledgement of a beautiful life, an existence well lived, with deep and beautiful goodbyes between those whom met here on this day, in this time, this place, surrounded by pure love…

The area itself is covered with what look like ancient stones, but are what remains of a vast ancient civilization covering many miles of countryside. Not just echoes of a past once lived but markers in time for all to see. It would have been an amazing civilization one upon a time.

Menhir do Patalou. Alpalhao. Portugal: Ancient stone nestled in the ‘heart of the land’. It is said to bring inner dreams to those whom touch it. It was a challenging journey to find in the heat, the countryside was pretty yet vast and the stone was well hidden away. As it was a very long way off the beaten track and the ground was boggy in places, I walked on my own for a long time in unknown territory to get here, with no smart phone or google maps – just my own instincts, i knew i would find it… The menhir dates back to the 5th millennium BCE and is believed to be the second oldest example of a menhir to be identified in Western Europe. It is on a gentle slope, framed by two small hills and some trees, and one cannot see it until real close up. Read more about it here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Menhir_of_Patalou

Anta de Sao Gens. Tolosa. Portugal: The second visit here, now in ‘our time’, to this very special place of sacrifice, now a sacred monument, the energy had changed, still beautiful but now of our current time line… Read more about it here: https://www.megalithic.co.uk/article.php?sid=23684

DAY FIFTEEN. TUESDAY 8th APRIL Sanctuary or our Lady of Nazereth Nazare. Portugal: A really lovely area, very vibrant with amazing sea views. The so called ‘miracle’ vision of the Virgin Mary is said to have happened here, or was it indeed a UFO sighting and encounter? Whichever you believe, the 12th century Portuguese  knight Dom Fuas Roupinho, detailed the encounter. We went on the ‘Big Wheel’ and enjoyed some amazing views from the very top, the main town square is busy and vibrant with some lovely shops and eateries.

The ‘Big Wheel’ in the town square with views from the top and a little bit of shopping!

The Sanctuary itself is beautiful both inside and out but maybe a tad over whelmimg with all the gold glitziness of large religious buildings, but hidden amongst all the finery were to  be found some very symbolic Craft symbology. The sanctuary itself is a Marian shrine that memorizes the ancient ‘miracle’ mentioned above which was said to have taken place upon a hilltop overlooking Nazare.  According to the legend the sheriff of Porto de Mos (maybe a Templar) was chasing on horseback, a deer up a hilltop on a misty September morning in 1182 (it was said that it was the devil disguised as a deer). When the deer jumped over the edge of the hilltop into the void, his fiery horse was about to follow, but the knight invoked the intervention of the Madonna, who made the horse turn away through supernatural effort and saved the knights life. (see photo below) Subsequently, a chapel ‘A Ermida du Memoria’ was built very near this spot, over a grotto where stood a small statue of a Black Madonna, brought from Nazareth. Near the chapel one can see the horseshoe imprint on the rock.

Read more here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sanctuary_of_Our_Lady_of_Nazar%C3%A9

Mira de Alco. Underground caves:. High up in the mountains of Mira de Aire, in the Natural Park of Serra de Aire e Candeeiros, Portugal are these amazing cave networks of which the area is famous for. One goes down into the caves via a vast network of many steps that twist and turn, all very wet an slippery and i did struggle but everyone else seemed to be just fine; it was just me and my vertigo struggling on the wet slippery steps! It was well worth it all though, and in the end i was so glad i did it and what an absolute wonder it was! We were with a guide who told us that the whole area had so many more underground caves yet to be opened to the public and yet to be explored, so the excavations are all ongoing. Thankfully we had a welcome lift up to the surface again! I can’t remember how far underground we were but it was a long, long way!

Photos never do these type of photos justice as it is hard to convey the scale…

 

Back to our apartments for one last and lovely night ready for a long drive in the morning!

 

DAY SIXTEEN: WEDNESDAY 9th APRIL: Leave the lovely Quinta da Cerejeira.

 

Chapel of Bones. (Evora) Capela dos Ossos. Evora. Portugal: An excellent chapel and one of the best known monuments in Evora, decorated with human skulls and bones of the Monks of the past, in the 13th Century. It was considered a Royal Chapel, being in favour with the King. Sadly though the Chapel of Bones itself was shut, whether always shut these days or just at certain times, i do not know but we did make it into the main church next door. I won’t post too much about it here, seeings as we never saw it in person, but more info is here and an interesting poem on mortality to note:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Capela_dos_Ossos

 

 

A relaxing day enjoying lovely views from all around and inside the Church of St Francis, with coffee and a stroll around the town. The weather was very hot and we got a real sense of being in Portugal.

 

 

Today we had a very, very long journey driving right down to the most southerly point of Portugal, yet we experienced some very scenic views where the landscape seemed to go on for ever and ever. I have never seen such vastness or emptiness. But it was so hot we experienced a few fires along our route making driving challenging in places. It makes me wonder why my home land of England has become so crowded when there is such vastness and emptiness elsewhere on the planet. Obviously the UK must be too good to be true with it’s pavements paved with all that gold!

 

Stay at Manta. Rota, Portugal: On the southern coast which sounds really lovely, but just here for a good rest and to catch up on some sleep, and to be honest this part of Portugal seemed a bit like ‘Clacton on Sea’! The accommodation was lovely though, clean and fresh and spacious.

This second week had been an amazingly busy week with lots of travel. We visited some stunning sites and beautiful places and i took lots of amazing photos. What ever one thinks of religion, it has provided us with some incredible buildings and glimpses into our past.

 

“The Templar and Craft teachings on life changes everything that one thought they knew and with it ones perception on life and this so called ‘reality’ we are all trapped in. Nothing is ever what it seems and if the Quests have taught me anything it is this very fact. On this and our previous quest to the area, we have popped in and out of the ‘el Camino trail’ but the meanings of the trail go much deeper than commonly known (or told of ) and from way, way back in time beyond this modern day pilgrim trail. The truth and the sacred reason for the trail lies hidden withing the landscape, within the hills, the mountains, and the valleys and within the Craft teachings of the Templars themselves and possibly why they were in the area and why so much of the area is Templar related. The truth is in the landscape of time itself; from beyond time in fact and from beyond modern-day human reason and understanding. Just one important reason why it is such a joy to be on this path – it teaches what really is, rather that what we are told it is…”

 

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‘The next day, day six was a beautiful sunny day as the photos will testify and it was just a ten mile drive from Clonakilty, Cork where we were staying for the next 4 nights, to Rosscarberry and our first port of call for the day’

Day Six: 17th September: St Fachtna’s Cathedral. Rosscarberry: (Irish: Ros Ó gCairbre, meaning ‘Cairbre’s wood’) is a town in County Cork that sits on a shallow estuary, opening onto Rosscarbery Bay. The area has been occupied since at least the Neolithis period, as evidenced by several Neolithic sites such as portal dolmens. The area is also home to a number of Bronze Age remains, including stone circles, ring forts and holy wells. Due to its popularity as a centre of pilgrimage it was also known as Ros Ailithir (“Wood of the Pilgrims”). The hereditary chieftains of the area, or tuath, were the O’Leary’s, known as Uí Laoghaire Ruis Ó gCairbre, until it passed to Norman control in the early thirteenth century. In March 1921, during the Irish War of Independance, Tom Barry’s 3rd Cork IRA Brigade attacked and destroyed the Royal Irish Constabulary barracks in Rosscarbery. Two RIC officers were killed in the attack, and nine others were injured. There is a plaque on the site of the former barracks, beside the current Garda station, commemorating the event. In the 20 years between the 1991 and 2011 census, the population of Rosscarbery grew by approximately 17%, to 534 people. As of the 2016 census, the population of the town was then 490. Although it looked an interesting place to explore, it was the catherdral which was our focus of attention and we spent an interesting time there.

A gorgeous day to visit St Fachtna’s Cathedral, one of the keystone churches <click to enlarge>

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rosscarbery

Although at first the cathedral appeared to be locked, a quick phone call was all it took for us to be let in by a very chatty and obliging guy, attached to the church of course. He of course turned out to be the very kind Rector Chris, whom shared his history and knowledge with us. He certainly knew his history of the cathedral and the area, so we were treated to a personal guided tour. It was so important to be able have access to St Fachtna’s Catherdral today, as it is a Keystone Church, an energy point and it is said that there are some very important remains hidden within it’s walls… This cathedral is one of the smallest in Ireland, yet lovingly looked after and beautiful inside and out. St. Fachtna’s Cathedral, also known as the Cathedral Church of St Faughan, has been a place of Christian worship for over 1400 years and is one of the most significant religous sites in Ireland. The current cathedral dates from the 1600’s, and was extensively restored in the 19th century. It is the smallest cathedral in Ireland, being the size of a small parish church. It is also the only cathedral in Ireland in which the bellringers can be seen from inside the building. There are a fine set of six bells here, in the key of G, and they are regularly rung.

 

The interior was immaculate and beautifully cared for <click to enlarge>

Here St. Fachtna founded a monastic school in AD 590. Pilgrims and scholars came from near and far and gained for Ross the title “Ross Ailithir”: the wooded headland of the pilgrims. The ruins of a church erected by St Faughnan still exist on the southern slope of the land on which Rosscarbery is built . A church or cathedral has occupied the site since at least the tenth century, and after Bishop John Edmund de Courcy resigned in 1517, Pope Leo X ordered an inquiry into the state of the diocese, and it was noted that by then a cathedral stood on the site. It was known at that time as Tiompal mor Feachtna, or “Feachtna’s big temple”

Such wonderful carvings to see, and very much a part of our Grail Quest, with subtle clues for the keen and learned of eye <click to enlarge>

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fachtna_of_Rosscarbery

The first reference to a Cathedral on this site is in the 12th. century. The present building dates from 1612 and was extensively rebuilt following the Rebellion of 1641. Significant developments occurred within the building in the nineteenth century. The spire of the original building was removed in either 1785, 1793, or 1795, with the current spire being added in 1806. The walls of the church were freestone, but what remained of the old walls were plastered and dashed in 1880. Storms have blown the top of the spire over on two occasions, once in the winter of 1886, and then again in February 1923. Between 2002 and 2005, major restorations were carried out on the cathedral, including rebuilding the organ and restoring the bells. In 2012, an additional bell was added to the tower.

A joy to see so many treaured artifacts still in place <click to enlarge>

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cathedral_Church_of_St._Fachtna

 

Many stunning windows and plaques tell the history of the cathedral <click to enlarge>

Grail Bloodline Connection:

  • A Keystone church and energy point

Drombeg Stone Circle Co Cork: Just a very short drive away was this very impresive stone circle, a small axial stone circle, also known as ‘The Druid’s Altar’. Luckily it was quiet when we arrived even though a very popular place to visit. The stone circle originally consisted of seventeen closely spaced stones, made of local sandstone, of which 13 survive. The circle spans 31 ft in diameter. As an axial or “Cork–Kerry” stone circle, it contains two taller entrance stones placed opposite a recumbent axial stone. Its axis is orientated south west towards the setting sun. The most westerly stone is the long recumbent and has two egg shaped cup marks, one with a ring around it. An axial stone circle, also known as a “Cork–Kerry type” stone circle, it is flanked by a pair of high axial portal stones, which mark the entrance to the stone circle, and face the recumbent altar stone. This arrangement creates a south-west axis, and orients the monument in the direction of the setting sun during the midwinter solstice.

Drombeg Stone Circle: an amazing site with powerful energies, interesting features and of course Craft/Grail quest connections hdden within the land. Old stories, from the physical and the metaphysical realms never fail to delight….  <click to enlarge>

Near the stone circle, approximately 40m to the west, are two round stone-walled prehistoric huts and a fulacht fiadh which evidence suggests was in use until approximately the 5th century AD. Of the two huts, the largest had a timber roof supported by timber posts. The smaller hut contains the remains of a cooking sport on its eastern side. A causeway leads from the huts to the fulacht fiadh, which has a hearth, well and a water trough.

The domestic areas, although some parts allude to a more sinister past (as the energies testify) especially as bones have been recovered here…<click to enlarge>

Following a number of surveys in the early 1900s, the site was excavated and restored in 1957. Radio Carbon Dating of samples taken from the site suggest that it was active c. 1100 – 800 BC. An inverted pot, found in the centre of the circle, contained the cremated remains of a young adolescent wrapped with thick cloth. The pot was found close to the centre of the circle and was found alongside smashed sherds and a collection of sweepings from a pyrle, so one could hazard a gues that it was a place of sacrifice too…. Parts of the site are still to be excavated, so who knows what will be discovered there.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Drombeg_stone_circle

A riddle from Mr Karl Neville to make you think about the secrets of the stones & what they may have witnessed…

Grail Bloodline Connection:

  • King Niall Mac Echdach. King of Ireland (53rd GGF) 311 – 378 (67)

Mizen Head: Not a part of our quest but this stunning area was recommended to us by some fellow travellers and as we were in the area it proved to be well worth a vist, for the views of the coastline are simply out of this world! It is a stop on the ‘Wild Atlantic Way’, a route that takes in all the wild and ancient places. Ireland truly is the land of dreams…. 

It was a stunning drive to reach it too. Mizen Head is one of the extreme points of Irealand and is a major tourist attraction, noted for its dramatic cliff scenery. One of the main transatlantic shipping routes passes close by to the south, and Mizen Head was, for many seafarers, the first (or last) sight of Europe. The tip of the peninsula is almost an island, cut off by a deep chasm, now spanned by a bridge; this gives access to an old signal station and a lighthouse. The signal station, once permanently staffed, is now a museum housing displays relating to the site’s strategic significance for transatlantic shipping and communications, including the pioneering efforts of Guglielmo Marconi. The “99 steps” which formed part of the original access route have been supplemented by a series of paths and viewing platforms, and a full range of visitor facilities is available at the entrance to the site, however it is not for the faint-hearted or for those challenged by walking, for there are lots of steps and very steep slopes to navigate up and down the rocky cliffs.

Mizen Head: A most stunning place, one of the most stunning on the planet! <click to enlarge>

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mizen_Head

Day Seven: 18th September: Saint Fin Barre’s Cathedral. Cork: It was another gorgeous day as we left our digs in Shannonvale, Clonakilty for a very full day ahaead but not before we espied the welcome sign over the door!

The city of Cork: (Irish: ‘Corcaigh’ from ‘corach’ meaning “marsh) is the second largest city in the Republic of Ireland and is  located in the south-west of Ireland, in the province of Munster, in 2019 it’s population was 210,000. The city centre is an island positioned between two channels of the River Lee which meet downstream at the eastern end of the city centre, where the quays and docks along the river lead outwards to one of the largest natural harbours in the world.  Cork was originally a monastic settlement, reputedly founded by Saint Finbarr in the 6th century and became (more) urbanised some point between 915 and 922 when Norsemen settlers founded a trading port. The ecclesiastical settlement continued alongside the Viking longphort, with the two developing a type of symbiotic relationship; the Norsemen providing otherwise unobtainable trade goods for the monastery, and perhaps also military aid.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cork_(city)

 

Views of Cork from the car <click to view>

This cathedral is stunning both inside and out and we spent quite a long time there, as there was so much to see. It is full of symbolism, beautifully represented in astounding pieces of artwork. We met some really kind and freindly people there and took part in a little personal service too. Saint Fin Barre’s Cathedral (Irish: Ardeaglais Naomh Fionnbarrra) is a Gothic Revival three-spired Church of Ireland on the River Lee, dedicated to Finbarr of Cork, the patron saint of the city. The Christian use of the site dates back to the 7th century, when according to local lore, Finbarr founded a monastry there, which survived until the 12th century, when it fell into disuse, or was destroyed during the Norman invasion.

The stunning architecture of Saint Fin Barre’s Cathedral <click to view>

Around 1536, during the Protestant Reformation, the cathedral became part of the Church of Ireland, but the previous building constructed in the 1730’s was regarded as plain and featureless, so a demolition and rebuild was commisioned and work began in 1863; a project for Victorian archetect William Burges who designed most of the archetecture, stained glass and interior features etc, including the beautiful angel on the roof. Saint Fin Barre’s foundation stone was laid in 1865 and the cathedral consecrated in 1870 and the limestone spires completed by October 1879.

So many amazing artworks and treasure inside the cathedral, it is hard to know where to look; and maybe some grail clues too… <click to view>

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Fin_Barre%27s_Cathedral

Because we had a personal tour kindly given by one of the guys connected to the cathedral, we were shown a few things that many visitors would just pass by, and thus learned some interesting infomation about te cathedral too, such as seeing the original artworks and designs of the cathedral. They were right at the back of the building, so easily missed. We were also shown a simply amazing register of some of the fallen of the parish, hand written and guilded as of times of old.

The original designs for the cathedral <click to view>

“A grand cathedral yes, but hidden amongst all the ‘pomp and circumstance’ of that which stands in for spirituality these days, one can still feel the energies of an older site, an older place, older energies of that which went before, and that which we seek both in the metaphysical and physical can surely be found within the subtle clues that are all around us and that which is hidden can be revealed…..”

Grail Bloodline Connections:

  • Earl Gospatrick Mac Maldred (26th GGF) 1042-1082

Christ Church: Rath-Healy, Fermoy, County Cork: So the last location of the day, on what had been a very busy and interesting day. Sadly though as it turned out this church was closed and looked to be it really in much use, although i still took some lovelt photos! Fermoy(Irish: Mainistir Fhear Maí, meaning ‘monastery of the Men of the Plain’) is a town on the River Blackwater in east County Cork. As of the 2016 census, the town and environs had a population of approximately 6,500 people. The town’s name comes from the Irish and refers to a Cistercian abbey founded in Fermoy, in the 13th century. At the dissolution of the monastries during the Tudor period, the abbey and its lands passed through various dynasties. However, the site could hardly have been regarded as a town and, by the late 18th century, was little more than a few cabins and an inn.

Mick Davis’s powerful sculptures from 2001 reference the Cistercian monks in Fermoy and they stand as guardians outside Christ Church. <click to enlage>

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fermoy

Christ Church, Fermoy was designed by Abraham Hargrave the Elder, and consecrated in 1809. The land on which it is sited was donated by the Baylor Family, whose descendants worship in Christ Church to this day. The majority of the building costs were paid by John Anderson, Founder of the town of Fermoy, and John Hyde of Castlehyde. There is not a lot  on the internet about this particualar church and many visitors whom like us, could not get in, seem to think it is closed premantly, which is a shame. It is a classical town-church by Abraham Hargrave, 1805-1810 with a  south transept added by Welland and a north transept not built, but with a vestry by Arthur Hill, 1890.

Sadly closed but it still felt nice to be there with the flowers and guardians watching over…. <click to enlarge>

A broach spire and transepts in the Hiberno-Romanesque style were added in the late nineteenth century. The attenuated neo-classical proportion of the windows are typical of County Cork, while the east window case, which incorporates ionic columns and robust scroll brackets, is the most interesting feature of the building.

http://www.blackwater.ie/fermoy/ferpchr.htm

Grail Bloodline Connections:

  • Lord Robert De Neville (21st GGF) 1237-1271

And finally some words to share…

“Truth within
And truth without
Through many realms
Through many years
I tell my tale
For i have known
An older truth
Not often told
Maybe a song upon the wind
Maybe a wave on mankind’s shore
Maybe a hand that offered love
For i have come this way before
And so within
As is without
I’ll keep my truth
And all who doubt….”
 
The Keeper of Scrolls” February 2022
<moon.willow@ntlworld.com>
 

 

 

Sacrifice: A Tale for the Eqiunox

The blood-red sun silently sank below the ripened corn, splashing the world with its life-giving drips of scarlet hues.

Yet no sound of bird, beast, nor man echoed across the earth plains that night.

Only the half discernible sound of distant, rolling thunder, heralding a latent memory of something that had lain long forgotten.

The last rays of summer slowly bled upon the land and the land drank thirstily.

Yet somewhere deep, deep below the golden surface, below the ripened corn an old force was awakening, drip fed by the ruby-red droplets of light.

An old energy was returning; an old dream from before the time of human memory was once again being dreamt.

The final powerful rays of sunlight cast it’s glow across the gold laden fields; unwittingly heralding a quickening.

From the waters of creation; from the abyss of human memory, an old soul was returning.

Returning for what had always been.

It had always been a life for a life.

In the distance now the faint sound of drumming

And as the twilight cast a timely cloak upon the land; the truths silently slipped within the shadows.

Only now the serpent stretched.

The sound of the drumming became closer as lines of destiny started to converge.

From the musky perfumed fields of amber old John Barleycorn lay ready with heightened anticipation.

Closer they came; the revellers; the worshippers; the devotees of the old gods with their wilted offerings and handed down drum song.

Only now the serpent deliberately uncoiled.

A sudden clap of thunder, a slight tremor underfoot; but caught in the moment hypnotised by the drumbeat they just kept coming.

Lambs…

‘Rise up! Rise up! Rise up! Rise up!’ their drums proclaimed yet they understood little.

Only now the serpent took the first welcomed breath of centuries.

The lines of fate and destiny started to beat within the land like throbbing arteries set to burst.

From his safe distance old John Barleycorn knew that tonight his destiny would take a different route.

The dancing, cheering, drumming party wove its merry way towards the ancient grove, scattering garlands in its path.

Silently in that ancient grove the dragon lines of destiny crossed upon the fateful shores of time.

Only now an ancient eye opened.

Only now an ancient heart beat.

Only now an ancient hunger returned; unsated.

The Guardian awoke.

Innocently they entered the grove, strewing their offerings upon the deadly land, banging their drums, paying homage to the old ones.

Dancing, laughing, twirling, merry…

Drumming, dancing, singing, chanting…

Only now in the indiscernible shadow of the grove a slight rustle in the dried grass caused them to pause…..

A warm breath of pungent air where before there was nothing….

 In the silent world of men the distance screech of an old owl acknowledged the sacrifice and a bent silhouette of an unknown figure made its way back across the ripened corn.

 Lughnassadh 2010