Day Two - Meeting Dunbeg

I met my mule the day before my birthday in September 2006. We had flown to Ireland for the wedding of friends, but also to explore the Green Isle for its own sake. On a cold, rainy Thursday, our last day on the Dingle peninsula, we were determined to explore the hills and ruins before our return trip north.

 

At Dunbeg Promontory Fort, we sloshed out to the ticket booth. Across the path, these three mules huddled together. The piebald one in front winked at me.

 

Although the ancient Iron Age ruin, slowly falling off the cliff into the ocean, filled me with awe, my strongest memory of that location was the determined, resigned mules, soaking wet, clouding the air with their hot breath, waiting patiently for the situation to change.

 

Over two months later, I find myself not in Ireland, but in another strange, new land: Lemuria. After stepping through a portal disguised as a froglet-covered door, I stood astounded for several moments in a near-empty room. Rushing outside, I tried to take control of my fear. I collared kind strangers, begging answers for my frantic questions.

 

Where am I?

What should I be doing?

Why am I here?

 

The answers were always “yes.”

 

I retreated back to the empty meditation room and slept deeply, hoping that my awakening would bring me more knowledge.

 

Awakenings always do.

 

This morning, instead of asking questions, I find myself listening as others sing and talk to themselves. People move slowly, but they smile shyly at me and I feel a welcome tug in my chest. Apparently we’ve arrived for a journey together. People are packing bags, selecting mules, getting ready to travel to some sort of dangerous town with haunted mines.

 

As I walk up to where the remaining mules are hanging out, I immediately spot my piebald friend from the ruin. He is drier now and chewing hay contentedly. He doesn’t look surprised to see me.

 

“It’s you!” I say, pleased to see a familiar (if elongated) face.

 

He nods placidly.

 

“Do you have a name?”

 

He stops chewing and gazes at me expectantly. Right. Here we answer our own questions.

 

“I see. Dunbeg it is.” I swat his rump affectionately and he tries to look offended, but I can see from the gleam in his eye that we are officially off on the right hoof. Or is it the left?

Help I am Lost

Le Enchanteur- the whirling dervish , asked the travellers to whirl and twirl with her. The sweetness of expression in her face enticed us to lose ourselves completely in the dance- to fling off our inhibitions, our expectations and preconceptions with each whirl : to enter into Lemuria with minds ready for adventures and mining .

Dijanne

Portal Between the Enchanted Pond and Lemuria

I passed through the portal before I even knew there was a portal to pass through. Five nights ago I dreamed I stood outside a door, accompanied by my faery guide Annika (a

hummingbird faery, of course). Inside I saw a yoga/meditation room. Most fascinating of all, however, was the door itself….tiny froglets covered the entire frame! The dream stayed with me all this time, especially since I’ve kept a live journal called Tiny Froglet for a couple of years now. But I didn’t realize that this was my portal until I read that I was to write about my portal. On with the metamorphosis!

Soulwright at the Portal

 

Soulwright arrived with energy that had to be sourced from a powerful place. Buffalo is here to give strength, hope  and abundance. She is a powerful ally in this mysterious land.

Mules can be pesky travelling companions!

Soulwright meets her Inner Mule

That Carlotta can talk a blue streak!

Soaking in the broth of the Great Mother

Entering Lemuria

Soulwright arrives on Enchanteur’s Doorstep and stumbles into Lemuria

Enchanteur will not have to turn me into a wombat after all! By George I think I got it! Finally! So come pull up a rocking chair, pour a glass of lemonade or a cup of hot cider and I will spin a small tale…

Once there was a lone wolf who howled to the moon. Night after night, the gentle moon mother smiled upon her. Through the dark nights and the moonlit nights this lone and sometimes lonely wolf sang from the depths of her soul. She joined some packs and left some packs and finally created her own pack - a group of wild wolf women who chose to form a sacred circle in a sacred grove and plumb the depths of their inner wisdom of the Divine Feminine.

The wolf assumed her mantle of Elk Woman - conjurer of the four directions, succulent juicy crone. As Elk Woman - she struggled with her inner warrior archetype and learned many lesssons in humility as she led this group of brave women. Many times she failed as a leader and sometimes she succeeded and always she knew that her calling was to listen to the roaring of the sacred river. Her leadership gifts frightened her - so she often stumbled as she tamed the fear driven inner tyrant and dictator and invited her to transform to a generative adult and empathic leader.

She fasted for a vision and discovered the visual artist of herself. Elk Woman died during her solo fast and with great reverance - was laid to rest high on a ridge in southern Utah. At last, she returned to her people - carrying what is hidden as a gift to others. She began to live her one wild and precious life. She no longer could see any cairns - yet she followed the trail - delving deeper and deeper into the underworld of her. She believed Joseph Campbell when he said that when we follow our “bliss” (our true soul gifts) that invisible hands reach out to support us and doors appear in impenetrable walls. Her belief and perseverance landed her on the doorstep of ENCHANTEUR!

Enchanteur was the mentor she was looking for! Before she knew what was happening - Enchanteur opened the door and she fell through the portal. Listed below are the first tentative steps of her exploration of the magical lands of Lemuria. Each of these were written in response to a verbal prompt and a marvelous drawing at the Enchanteur wordpress blog. As the Lemurian Tour progresses - I will add links to my travels in Lemuria - but now - I need to run off to prepare for my GRAND TOUR Adventure.

Whew! I am so relieved to know I will not wake up tomorrow as a wombat!

1. Knock, knock
2. Arriving and Taking Stock
3. Midnight in the Valley of Oaks
4. Appeasements for the Keeper of the Mine
5. Dreams