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Before Ireland ever faced missionaries or kings who abandoned the native traditions, the old spiritual systems of Europe...
10/10/2025

Before Ireland ever faced missionaries or kings who abandoned the native traditions, the old spiritual systems of Europe were already under attack.

Across much of Europe, people lived within animism; the belief that the world itself is alive with spirit. Rivers, groves, stones, and ancestors were not “things” but presences, powers woven into daily life. Sacred wells were honoured with offerings, burial mounds kept the link with the dead, and festivals followed the turning of the seasons to maintain balance between people and the land.

Then came Rome.

The Roman Empire advanced westward with armies, roads, taxation, and propaganda. Its worldview was the opposite of animism. Rome worshipped distant sky gods (by this stage mainly a Greek-style pantheon and state cult, very different from its older animistic roots) and emperors declared divine. The land was no longer sacred; it was territory to be divided, taxed, and owned. Empires had risen before, but Rome was the first to reach so deep into Celtic Europe, directly dismantling indigenous traditions.

To justify conquest, Roman writers portrayed the peoples of Gaul and Britain as half-animal, savage, and unfit for civilisation. This excused seizing ancestral land, cutting down sacred groves, and enslaving entire communities.

One of the most infamous assaults came in 61 CE on Anglesey (Ynys Môn in Wales), a stronghold of the Druids. The Romans massacred the Druids and destroyed the sacred groves. This was not simply a military strike.. it was a deliberate attack on spiritual authority and cultural memory.

Across Gaul, Iberia, and Britain, sacred sites were destroyed or rededicated. Temples to Roman gods such as Jupiter and Minerva replaced local shrines. Wells were claimed, groves were felled, and altars rebuilt in the imperial style. Rome’s strategy was not to demonise native spirits at first, but to subordinate them; to fold them into its system, or erase them when they resisted.

The outright demonisation came later, under Christianity.

By the 4th century, Christianity had become Rome’s official faith. This was no coincidence. Christianity offered a simpler and more powerful tool of control: one god, one book, one truth. It condemned native traditions, demanded obedience, and united vast lands under a single system. Seasonal festivals were repackaged as Christian feasts of saints and biblical stories, overlaying and replacing indigenous meaning.

This was the beginning of a long campaign: to sever native peoples from the land, erase ancestral memory, and replace sovereignty with obedience to empire.

Ireland itself was never conquered by Rome. Yet the same pressures soon reached our shores; through missionaries, corrupted kings, and the slow replacement of native spirit and law with foreign systems.

Of course, this is only a broad overview in a complex subject. The full history would take years to uncover, but I hope this gives a starting point to encourage reflection and discussion.

In the next post, we will turn directly to Ireland, to see how figures like Patrick and the High Kings opened the door to this new religion, pushing the old ways further into the shadows.

09/10/2025
🇮🇪 The Struggle for Irish Freedom 🇮🇪There’s a quiet power in this scene — a group of determined men making their way acr...
09/10/2025

🇮🇪 The Struggle for Irish Freedom 🇮🇪

There’s a quiet power in this scene — a group of determined men making their way across the Irish hills, their faces set with purpose, their clothes simple but sturdy. This could be any rural scene in Ireland a century ago… yet it carries the weight of history.

In the early 20th century, Ireland was a nation in turmoil — torn between oppression and the dream of self-determination. Ordinary men, farmers, and labourers left their fields and families to take up the cause of freedom. They wore their Sunday best not out of vanity, but out of pride — representing a people who refused to be broken.

The soft green hills and misty valleys seen here were more than just a backdrop; they were battlefields and hiding places. Every stone wall and bog path carried the echo of whispered plans, the sound of footsteps in the night, and the courage of those who dared to hope for an independent Ireland.

What stands out most is the humanity — these weren’t trained soldiers but neighbours, brothers, sons. Their struggle wasn’t for glory, but for dignity and the right to call their land their own.

Today, their spirit still lingers in Ireland’s landscape — in the wind, in the stories, and in the freedom they helped to secure.

09/10/2025

BRIGID’S SACRED WELL - EIRE
Yesterday we collected water, the clearest we have ever seen! We only did this once we cleared the place multiple times. There was ALOT to clear!

I woke up bouncing out of bed this morning….hmmm there is something about the legendary water here!

AnSaRA 🦢❤️💧💦💧❤️🍀🦢

08/10/2025

Embodied Ascended Master RA - here in Eire to assist the clearing of darkness from the land and timelines that are still affecting sacred sights and the Spiritual Warriors who chose to incarnate now.

If you feel you are a modern day druids, Celts, Sharman, custodian of the lands here in Eire, I want to help and connect and let’s sort this out together.

08/10/2025

Back at Brigid’s Sacred well
The energy is SO much better!
We were welcomed back by princess Diana in spirit. She said welcome back RA & AnSaRA ❤️🙏 we felt the need to light a fire 🔥 and this has lifted the energy even more, balancing the water element and inviting in the salamander elementals. A magical place in Eire, down the road from Hill of Uisneach (Ush Na)

INSPIRING - I look forward to finding her in Wales. Gwenllian ferch Gruffydd didn’t grow up in peace. She was born into ...
08/10/2025

INSPIRING - I look forward to finding her in Wales.

Gwenllian ferch Gruffydd didn’t grow up in peace. She was born into 12th-century Wales, a land caught between rebellion and invasion. Her father was Gruffydd ap Cynan, a king who spent much of his life trying to hold the Normans back. She learned early on that survival often meant picking up a sword, not waiting for someone else to save you.

When Gwenllian married Gruffydd ap Rhys, prince of Deheubarth, she didn’t disappear into the background like so many noblewomen of her time. She watched her husband fight to reclaim Welsh lands from Norman hands and stood beside him, not behind him.

In 1136, while her husband rode north to gather allies, Gwenllian was left to defend their territory. She didn’t wait for orders. She gathered her own army and marched to Kidwelly Castle, knowing full well she was outnumbered. It wasn’t a symbolic gesture. It was a real battle, with blood in the mud and steel in the air.

She lost. She was captured. The Normans didn’t treat her like a noblewoman. They executed her on the spot.

Her death didn’t end her story. Far from it. Her name spread through Wales, not as a martyr but as a fighter. A woman who led from the front and paid for it with her life. In the centuries that followed, she became more than a memory. She became a warning to oppressors and a symbol for those who still believed Wales could stand on its own.

Gwenllian wasn’t a legend. She was a real woman with everything to lose. And she lost it all doing what most men in her time would not have dared. That’s what makes her legacy endure. Not magic, not myth. Just guts, grit, and a refusal to stay quiet.

THE CRONE The Crone is a woman who no longer menstruates physically, she is now a fully embodied wise woman. With many m...
08/10/2025

THE CRONE

The Crone is a woman who no longer menstruates physically, she is now a fully embodied wise woman.

With many moons behind her and the experience she has acquired, she can now turn her attention to being a guide for the young. Being free in her body - no longer worried about pregnancy, pretense or deep fluctuations in hormones, she has come to a serene place of acceptance...an embodied dance with the rhythms and energetics of life.

I have been guided by grandmothers with silver hair as magnificent as the moonlight for a very long time in my dreams, it has helped me develop a keen appreciation for the Crone, it has allowed me to see aging as an exquisite and delicate gift. It has helped me make healthy choices in the now and embrace with subtle anticipation the day when I too will be a grandmother to the children of our world.

In ancient times and cultures, the Crone was revered. The Crone was consulted for matters of importance and well being of tribes. Children and grown alike would come for advice and storytelling to the skirts of the Crone.

The gray hair was looked at as stripes of honor and the wrinkles as badges of courage and experience. When a woman’s blood flow would stop coming it was said she no longer needed it, as she had accumulated the wisdom of the moon enough to embody it and invite it to stay.

These wise women understood the importance of death and renewal at such a cellular level they no longer needed to be reminded every month.

In todays culture, the Crone is in great danger of being crushed. In a society where faster, better, younger is the theme and tattooed into our consciousness every day… The elders are very often overlooked and seen as nuisance, annoying, slow, their beauty is smudged over and often shoved into care homes or confined to a bedroom in the house, Google has now usurped the throne of the wise one.

We see Maiden archetype everywhere- the endless pursuit of youth.. From a multibillion dollar market of beauty products to the movie screens.. Everyone wants to be young, plump and fresh. We see the Mother archetype- the caring loving mother and as Lara Owen mentions in her book, although limited- it is even revered in religion.

But the Crone...where is she?

She is hidden, she is stashed away… all that power hidden in her belly and nowhere to go. She has been pushed to abhor her post menopausal state, as though it is a condemnation rather than a blessing, as if not being able to birth children is now a curse that spills inward into a barren womb.. All that wisdom rejected, unacknowledged, dishonored in exchange for the pursuit of staying young and ‘fertile’ only to be ridiculed and mocked by a society that in paradoxical cruelty repudiates the Crone as well.

No, the Crone cannot expect to be accepted without first accepting herself, knowing that her bones are indeed each day becoming more and more one with the earth...

The silenced Crone cannot demand a place in a society where she too has helped exile this archetype.

This is why we need to speak of Her, the Crone- the holy guide that lives and will one day emerge from you and when it does… you will have a choice: will you let her in and feast on the banquet of your holy life experience or will you shut the door in her face and leave her out to starve in hopes that the maiden and mother, whom have left, will someday come back.

Many times I have wanted to write about the Crone even create for it but I am held back by the misleading belief that I have to be one to speak of it.

‘No more...' my sleeping crone has whispered, ‘you must begin to pave the way for my visit.. planting seeds along the path that may bloom for my homecoming.’

Resting and gestating in me, she is harnessing strength to come and live fully, to guide, to teach, to dance, to remind, to slow me down, to make me softer, to be reflected on my skin and in my gaze when the time comes.

So in the meantime, I will speak of the Crone to our children and to anyone that will hear - I will honor the magnificently wise women I am surrounded by, sisters hiding their beauty behind veils. I will remind them, I will whisper, I will nudge, I will invite….

‘Take off your veil! You are holy sacred wise woman, you are here, you are a message… now is your time to guide!’
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THIS EXPLAINS ABOUT THE RELIGIOUS OVERLAY IN EIRE:- Patrick and the High Kings; Ireland was never conquered by Rome. But...
07/10/2025

THIS EXPLAINS ABOUT THE RELIGIOUS OVERLAY IN EIRE:-

Patrick and the High Kings; Ireland was never conquered by Rome. But the same imperial forces that reshaped Europe still found their way here.. not through legions but through missionaries and corrupted kings.

By the 5th century, Rome’s armies had fallen, but its empire continued to spread in another form: through religion. Christianity became the new face of imperial expansion; one god, one law, one truth, one empire. What began as conquest by sword was replaced by conquest of the spirit.

Missionaries travelled west claiming to bring salvation, yet what they truly carried was the mindset of empire; hierarchy, obedience, and control.

St. Patrick is remembered as the “bringer of light.” But much of his story was written long after his death, shaped by Christian scribes to portray the native Irish as wild pagans in need of rescue. According to his own account, Patrick had once been captured and enslaved in Ireland. Yet this experience gave him something Rome valued: insight. He learned the language, customs, and spiritual beliefs of the people. When he returned to Ireland from Rome, he came not as a stranger but as someone who knew exactly how to speak to the Irish and reshape the soul in Rome’s image.

The legends surrounding him; running barefoot across Ireland, battling Druids, driving out serpents were all propaganda. They turned the old spiritual leaders into villains and Patrick into a divine conqueror. Even his image; staff in hand, working wonders all mirrored the Druidic form. Patrick was crafted as a replacement, a familiar figure through which the people could be led into a new belief system.

Patrick did not work alone. Many missionaries used the same method: convert from the top down. They approached the High Kings and chieftains first, knowing that if rulers accepted the new faith, their people would follow. Under the old system, kingship was not absolute power; it was a sacred contract between king, land, and people. If the land failed, the king’s right to rule was broken. But in time, corrupted rulers saw advantage in this new faith backed by imperial prestige. Christianity offered them legitimacy, alliances, and a divine seal of approval.

The moment remembered as Patrick’s Paschal Fire on the Hill of Slane symbolises this shift; the surrender of sacred sovereignty to a new foreign order. From then on, wells sacred to local spirits were rededicated to saints. Festivals tied to the land’s cycles were recast as biblical events. The ancestral spirits became demons. The Brehon Laws of fairness and restitution were gradually displaced by church law and hierarchy.

Ireland had escaped Rome’s legions but not its reach. Through Patrick, through other missionaries, and through the kings who invited them in, the old covenant between people and land was broken. What had been a living, animistic relationship was replaced with obedience to an empire that called itself holy.

In the next post, we’ll look at how this “conversion” was written into history itself and how scribes rewrote Ireland’s past to erase its memory of sovereignty, spirit, and ancestral connection.

From Ancient Pagan Roots / The Irish Arrow

06/10/2025

The video that shows Tom the farmer/mechanics place and how close we aren’t The Hill of Uisneach and Brigid’s Well!

SYNCHRONICITIES - This is a good story! YEE GOTTO READ TIS STORY☘️We got up at 5 am yesterday to drive from the stormy w...
06/10/2025

SYNCHRONICITIES - This is a good story! YEE GOTTO READ TIS STORY☘️

We got up at 5 am yesterday to drive from the stormy windswept west coast of Ireland to the heart of Ireland, the Hill of Uisneach. There was a bit of a noise in the cars back wheel - we drove on thinking it was the water we went through.

After the event we drove off and we looked at each other, the noise seemed a bit louder. Perhaps a wheel bearing.

We pull over on the side of the road, it’s Sunday … and we’re searching for a local mechanic so we can head in that direction.

NEC MINUTE… a red car pull up beside, winds down his window and says… in a great Irish accent… can I help yee, are yee alright?

Well blow me down paddy…, we told him what up and he says

I AM A MECHANIC 😲💥😲

Let me jump in the car and drive and have a listen! And he did indeed!

Tom his name is! And he is the farmer very near The Hill of Uisneach. He then offered to fix the car, told us to follow to his farm just a stones throw up the road!

He showed us his farmhouse he was born in - being renovated as he thought we could stay in there! We were just blown away…the Irish sweep into action like the MOST PREMIUM ROAD SIDE ASSISTANCE POLICY YEE EVER DID PURCHASE!

Anyways…Tom went back to his work with the cows and suggested we pop up the road while we were waiting for him and visit SAINT BRIGIDS WELL

WHHHAAATTTT…:we had intended to get there for our event, but didn’t because we ran late and we didn’t know exactly where it was!

BLOW ME DOWN PADDY… has this been orchestrated by the powers to be to get us to that well?!?

WELL WELL WELL we sure do get the message and me and RA set straight off to the well!

Well Yee know the story there - it was imperative we went there as the healing required at that site was immense. The significance of that site to the divine feminine is sacred holy of holy. We were sent there alright.

WELL, the story gets better! Yee better read on!

When Tom took us in his car to his town.., he found us better accommodation. He pulled up on the side of the road and said yee have to see this….

SAINT PATRICKS FOOT PRINT IN A ROCK
He told us the story of this rock - yee must look at the photos…..Tom had a battle with the council as they rebuilt the bridge and put the rock facing the wrong way.

Tom had a fecking battle on his hands and made the council turn it around the correct way.. he said Saint Patrick was heading away from Hill of Uisneach.

So I bet Yee like us is sensing there is a message in this footprint in this rock!

STAY TUNED FOR PART TWO OF THIS WEE TALE! ‘God puts the brakes on RA and AnSaRA’s car to make sure they go to Brigid’s Well and sends Tom the mechanic to assist them while they also explore the mystery of the foot print in the 2000 year old rock!’

To be sure to be sure I will be back!
AnSaRA ☘️

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