Calanais Standing Stones

For the last few years I've been captivated by megalithic sites.

Ancient ceremonial energetic portals and sacred ritual grounds.

I wish to share with you my journey here on the Isle of Lewis in Scotland.

Last week I was blessed to arrive on the shores of this magical island.

We arrived one overcast, cloudy, shadowy day at these grand stones dating over 5000 years old.

Shamanic drum in hand, feeling the beat of the heart wanting to be placed into the energetic pulsing field of this grid.

The heavens opened, rain began beating down against the earth, heat and winds began to create a force field around me, it's own rhythm and dance began.

I found two master stones, which felt like the gate keepers and I placed 2 crystals as a offering to enter.

Walking up through the stones towering over me on each side. I could see the central ring before me, calling me to enter. I touched and kissed each stone. Opening and softening my body as the wisdom began pouring from each stone into me.

Tears began to fall down my cheeks. The moisture from my eyes meeting the drenched stone on my lips.

My womb began to shake and my throat opened as I began to sing and honour the grandmothers and mothers who's walked before us. Each stone I caressed feeling a different energetic pulse enter me.

Sensitivity
Vulnerability
Strength
Power
Magik
Resilience
Knowing
Remembering
Liberation
Freedom
Reclaiming
Fierceness
Destruction
Rebirth
Death

I was drawn to the centre of the circle,
Slowly lowering myself to my knees as my heart burst open.

My arms gently being pulled,
Outstretched
Opened
Receptive

Tears streaming down my face meeting the ground.

I lost time for a few moments, traversing many different realms.

To slowly being brought back through my bodies spirals and movements.

As I stood to leave the centre I gazed around the stones to see people, children and my man walking the stones. Gently gazing over to witness.

Knowing that each soul who enters these Chambers has there own unique journey, upgraded by just being here.

And this was mine.

Deva Wild