Sacred Ground & A Visit from a Starbeing
Spiritual Literary Pilgrimage to Scotland Part 3: Isle of Iona & The Starbeing
Have you ever experienced a place as the homecoming of your soul?
For me, this was Iona. The ocean touched my heart with her gentle fingers caressing me and welcoming me home. The ethereal waters and transcendental land sang the song of my soul in my DNA.
I jumped to the shore from the long bridge connecting the ferry dock to the isle. Powerful energy spiraled around me. This energy stayed with me at the Iona Nunnery where we shared what we were releasing and what we were embracing. We each found a place to sit on the ruins of the chapel’s red and orange brick perimeter where the nuns held their prayers.
Sitting in the sacred place of prayer, I spoke about releasing judgment and criticism. The chaos of judgment of myself and others swirled around me. At the same time, I experienced my soul dancing to the divine majesty within.
It was a strange experience to release judgment and criticism while embracing inner divinity.
At this moment, so many years after the trip, I don’t recall the specific criticisms or judgments. However, these two mental defenses often gnaw at my sense of well-being, more often than not. They offer an opportunity to practice presence. To acknowledge my tendency to criticize and judge myself and others, with an emphasis on myself. To then, come into my center, my presence, and allow compassion to be the guide instead. A challenging yet liberating practice!
This trip, for me, was unique in the way I chose to interact with the other women in the group. Generally, I would have made strides to achieve a sense of belonging. By making sure I was overly attentive to others with the hope of making friends. Instead, I chose to allow the relationships with others to unfold organically. The beauty of this was how easily natural bonds formed between the women who resonated with me and with whom I also resonated.
One of the gifts of Iona came in the form of a fellow group member, Charlotte, inviting us to activate the Christ light and destiny within each of us. We used a similar configuration I shared at the Templars Church. We created three circles. Each circle represented a dimension of time and space. After we chose a circle to join, we walked in clockwise and counterclockwise movements while focusing on the Christ light.
My hands were buzzing after the activation. I shared this buzzing blessing with Ellowan, my friend who invited me on the trip, by placing my hands on her belly. (I asked permission first!) The Christ love and light moved from my hands into her body in such a way as to cause her to say, Woah and shiver.
St. Columba’s Bay
The veil between the physical realm and unseen realms is thin on Iona. There is a sense of walking with the invisible beings who dwell there.
A few of us decided to trek to St. Columba’s Bay. Along the way, Alison pointed out a faery mound. I was hesitant to climb up because I didn’t want to disturb the ethereal beings there. I went ahead and climbed anyway. Considering how I might receive a message at the top. Once at the top of the mound, I didn’t feel much energy. Then, I almost tripped on my pants coming down. Immediately I thought of Jessica Macbeth and Brian Frouds’ The Faeries Oracle.
Before the trip, one of the cards I pulled was Flaff the Footer. Which, as you may guess, is about bringing more attention to the feet. Being aware of when we are walking on sacred ground. Walking with intentional steps.
We had to make haste to the bay to get back for lunch. Even so, I became aware of how I was clomping on the clumpy green grass of the golf course. With the faery folk and other unseen beings in mind, I lightened my step while also rooting into the Earth. Feeling the grass beneath my feet and being aware I was walking on sacred ground.
Carefully stepping, yet more accurately, stepping from the heart was necessary for me to maintain presence on such a profoundly energetic island. I mentioned this to Bev, who was with us on this trek — about being mindful of our steps.
At a fork in the road, Bev and I waited for Kerryn to help us to know whether to take a right or left. By this time, Alison and Goldenbear had hiked on ahead. We came upon a boggy area where Bev sank up to her calf yet pulled herself out.
When we arrived at Columba’s Bay, Alison informed us that this beach was where many of the kings of the Scots were buried. It was a place where quite a lot of carnage took place. Bev energetically felt this carnage within her and released it during a group circle the following day.
We held a spontaneous ceremony to open up gateways for the masculine to heal. We also released any souls ready to leave to return to their homeland.
After this impromptu ceremony, everyone left to go back for lunch. Goldenbear prompted me to climb a steep rock on the beach which she had climbed earlier. From there, I found a labyrinth!
I collected natural offerings and walked the labyrinth with the intention to release all unserving relationships everywhere while also calling in the highest good for all relationships — man to woman, woman to man, man to man, and woman to woman. All relationships to all things. With an offering at the center of the labyrinth for all beings everywhere to access and live from their truest selves.
On the way out from the labyrinth, I was called to sing a song about sweet surrender, opening to the luminous light, and rising like a phoenix. It’s a song I used to sing at the Star House in Boulder during ceremonies. A powerful, community-building song.
I shot off in a hurry to get back to the Argile Hotel for lunch. My inner warrior began marching along. I decided to shift and became lighter with my feet while singing a song I made up about hopping like a frog in the bog.
I felt so much joy!
I barely made it back for lunch after picking up the gifts I’d bought for friends and family at a local shop. I shoved a sandwich and salad in my mouth and left with the group to the Iona wellspring. The Fountain of Youth. We climbed a steep hill to a large pyramidal cairn at the top. The wellspring rested below the hill in a shape of a heart. We dipped in our feet and rubbed the water on places that needed healing. The water felt as if I was dipping into silk.
Afterward, many of us shared tea and a divine confection known as Queen Victoria’s cake. Such decadence. Much needed after ten miles of walking!
Iona is a profound place of beauty. The ethereal and otherworldly gifts I received there stay with me to this day. Especially, the gift of insight about walking with light yet rooted steps on sacred ground. And, if I’m honest, all of the Earth is sacred ground. Might as well walk with reverence. Because in doing so, the Earth and the unseen realms meet us in kind with gifts beyond the imagination.
The Gift of the Starbeing
I awoke at 5 am on the Isle of Mull with an urgent need to pee. On my way to the bathroom, the moon was as full as she could be, shining through the farmhouse windows. Shining like a bright globe of golden light. From my vantage point, she looked to be sitting atop a hill. I stood for a few moments to connect with her. I felt called to be with her. After going to the bathroom and grabbing warm clothes, trying not to wake Goldenbear sleeping in the bunk above, I headed outside. The air was both warm and cool on my face.
I stepped over a low-lying stone fence and walked up a small hill to witness the moon in her glory. I then laid down on the damp grass, my wool cape protecting me against the wet, to look at the stars.
One of them seemed to be moving.
It was similar to the space station, but instead of moving in an arc, it moved in backward and forward motions. Not the space station. I followed it with my eyes for a while, then closed my eyes to soak in the lovely innocent, calm feeling from the land. I stood up and turned toward the channel of the North Sea. From this small hill, I could see clearly for miles.
A ball of light was moving along the channel, in the middle of the water. I didn’t hear a motor, and the wind wasn’t blowing enough for a sailboat. Could this vessel be a being of light?
I hiked down the hill along the muddy path, following the ball of light with my eyes. I stopped in-between the two houses where everyone was asleep or just waking to make sure the light was still there. When I stopped, the being of light moved closer to me. It opened up more of its light so I could fully see it.
Several smaller lights moved around the center circumference of the sphere, changing from white to orange, then to red, and sometimes blue. The starbeing must have been at least twenty feet in diameter.
It was exquisitely beautiful!
I wanted to get closer to it so I followed a path down to a fence to the sheep field. Two pheasants stood as guardians atop the gate and flew to the left as I entered. I walked halfway across the damp green grass where sheep were milling around at the predawn hour. Whenever I walked, the light on the vessel seemed to dim. The being became more spherical and blue. As soon as I stopped and waited to experience it, the starbeing would light up and become larger, blinking its lights in the aforementioned pattern.
I climbed atop a small mound, and did my best not to disturb the sheep. This was when the starbeing danced with me. It moved in patterns similar to the infinity sign, yet very subtle. This starbeing felt calm, feminine, and sweet.
I opened my arms wide, open to receiving and communing. We danced together for some time. The starbeing was healing my heart. I thanked it for allowing me to be in its presence. Then, I bowed and walked away. Several times, I turned around to see it hovering. I said goodbye, and watched as it slowly drifted down the channel and out to sea.
Reality Check & Confirmation
I knew Goldenbear would be awake when I returned. I shared my experience with her, and she confirmed seeing a light move over the house. She commented on how she thought the starbeing might have been a Lyran, who are souls not in form yet have that feminine, sweet feeling. She thanked me for answering the call and said they were there, especially for me.
I was honored.
After breakfast, we gathered in a circle for each of us to share about our journey thus far.
I waited for a long while to share about the starbeing, wondering how the other women would react. I decided the women on this trip were open-minded. Cheryl Goldenbear confirmed seeing the starbeing. Some of the women’s skepticism dropped from their faces.
Further confirmation came in an unlikely form.
Directly after sharing, a black ops fighter jet flew down the channel! Its proximity and power shook the house. Some of the women became afraid. But I knew their mission was to locate the starbeing. I also knew they’d never make contact this starbeing because a person needs to be of a light, innocent heart and mind.
I love it when reality checks in with my spiritual experiences and gives me a nod.
Channeling Information
A few weeks after I arrived home from the trip, I began writing at top speed. Information was coming in quickly and seemingly from another dimension. To be clear, I’m generally not one to abide by channelers. I appreciate their insights at times, yet I prefer to receive otherworldly information directly. Strange enough, I had become a channel for this short period of time.
I tried to push away this channeling for a few days. But, the energy behind it took me over. I wrote every day with short pauses to give my hand a rest. I filled a good-sized moleskin notebook with the prophecy, light beings, characters’ stories, and future history of the Time Guardians novels. All within a few short weeks.
It’s taken me six years to be able to translate what I received into a well-crafted beginning novel.
After countless drafts and rejections from five hundred agent queries, I decided this year to work with a developmental editor. This step will help me hone my writing craft so that this first book will become accessible to sci-fi/fantasy readers on a wide scale.
As a developmental editor, I knew it was time to apply this necessary service to my writing. My new goal is to begin querying agents again in September.
For Part 4, I will share an ecstatic experience at a sacred area known as the Christic Academy to then speak to what it means to be a Grail Queen.
In case you missed it, here are Parts 1 & 2 of the Spiritual Literary Pilgrimage to Scotland:
