Whispers of the Celtic Soul Doll: A Journey Through Sacred Lands - My Arrival

I arrived in Ireland tightly packed in a bag. The journey was cramped, my limbs confined, but I stayed close to my owner. Once we reached Dublin and settled, I was finally freed from the bag. I took my first breath of Irish air, sensing the land that had been calling me from afar. At last, I could see, feel, and experience the energies that awaited me.

As we wandered the streets of Dublin, the city felt both new and familiar, its historic buildings rising like guardians of time. The vibrant colors of doors and shopfronts, the blend of languages swirling in the air- it was a place of diverse life. Yet, I sensed a heaviness here, a quiet melancholy that lingered beneath the bustling surface. Despite that, I was drawn to the curiosity of it all- the parks, the small shops, the cobblestone streets beneath our feet.

There was beauty, too, in the kindness of shopkeepers, in the laughter that echoed through the streets. The joy and warmth of the people were palpable, woven through the energy of the city. Dublin, though a fitting place to begin, didn’t stir my deeper longing. I sought something older, something wilder. The ancient Celtic lands were calling, and while Dublin was the starting point of my journey, my heart yearned to be swept away by the untamed beauty that lay beyond the city walls.

Then, in the quiet of an sacred shrine, I met Mother Mary. Her presence was palpable, a sacred activation of energy that rippled through my entire being. I could feel her- see her. Her essence radiated peace and strength, filling the space around us. In that moment, I was heard. Every quiet whisper, every unspoken need was acknowledged by the motherly force standing before me. It was as if the air itself became thick with her compassion and divine grace. She had called me here, to these lands, not just for the beauty or the history, but for the profound inner transformation that awaited me.

The encounter lingered as we left the chapel, her presence still gently woven into the fibers of my being. Now, the journey ahead felt different, sacred in a way I hadn’t fully grasped before. I was no longer just a visitor; I was part of something much larger, a journey through the sacred lands that would unfold as I connected with the ancient energies that pulsed beneath the surface of Ireland’s wild landscape.

Until next time,

Your friend Maedbh