In December 2009 Sig and I and traveled to Ireland. Sig was invited to give a talk at the Boyne Valley Revision conference, where Martin Brennan gracefully and charmingly played the lead role. It was my first time in Ireland and my first time visiting Newgrange.

I fell in love with Newgrange. We were the last ones allowed in the chamber after hours of waiting. We finally went in with our fellow visitors from different nationalities of whom two were Celtic/Irish Shamans. They had brought a drum and we all agreed that they would play and we all would sing to greet the sun and celebrate our lovely planet.

Circling up with the guide telling us about the monument and the people who had made it, I ambled to the back of the chamber. On my right I saw the outline of a hand carved in the stone which was a part of the structure forming the back chamber.  When we met with the organisers, journalists, other speakers and people in the know about Newgrange for coffee at the visitor’s centre and I showed them the photo I had taken, they told me that they never knew that hand was there.

The Hand

My priority in Newgrange was to connect with the Heavens and Mother Earth on the auspicious day of the Winter Solstice and I managed to do that. That was priority number one. The weekend of the Boyne Valley Revision was a weekend of reconciliation and warmth.  The conference itself was held in a huge marquee with at the start of the day a failing heating system and freezing temperatures, it became my second priority to keep my body warm. I did not have to reconcile with anything but I was a witness to the end of a 30 year long feud between archeologists and archeo-astronomers in Ireland, to the great relief of all. To call it a love-fest will go a bit too far, but it was close.

My third priority of that weekend was one I am not very proud of. On the last morning of our stay in the Newgrange Lodge, the fire alarm went off around 7.30. Sig was bathing, I was dressing myself. Quickly I grabbed our coats and ran out into the hallway. Sig followed me. I stopped in my tracks, turned around and ran back to our room. I realized I had forgotten a purse with my favorite lipstick in it. Can you imagine? I really did that. Soon we heard that it was a false alarm; a guest had toasted a limpish waffle, it caught fire and no-one knew how to turn the alarm off. It went on for half an hour; the manager who lived in the next village had to wake-up, get dressed and drive to the lodge. When we talked together standing in the lobby, I noticed she was not wearing lipstick.

As soon as I came home I had another priority to attend to. The director of the Los Angeles Griffith Observatory, has at least two passions: the heavens and chocolate. I told him about raw chocolate and how great it is to mix it with mashed banana or to make small balls of ground up dried fruit, dessicated coconut, some hot water and cocoa powder. He’d never tasted raw chocolate and I offered him to send some to the Observatory. He did ask me where it came from during dinner, where we had been drinking a good red wine and my answer was: the health food store in Glastonbury. Only later I realised that of course he wanted to know where it was sourced and I could tell him it was in all probability fair-trade and possibly organic. Sending that packet out was priority number four.

Priority number five is concerning my work: I like my clients to feeling welcome and safe and happy, nurtured and cared for when they have their readings or spiritual healing sessions with me, whether they are distance consultations, appointments in Glastonbury or in the Netherlands.

– Karin Schluter Lonegren