THE RAINBOW IN THE CORNER

Whilst visiting Southern Ireland one summer, Claire and I went to look at a plot of land that had just been granted planning permission. The site was in a stunning location overlooking the Irish Coast and situated high up on a hill known as Ceim Hill. We were immediately taken by this beautiful place and decided to buy the land and build a house. The land and its surroundings has much history, in particular the stone circle of Drombeg dating back to about 1200BC. It is also known for its “Famine walls”. These were built by the poor of Ireland who were oppressed by their English and Protestant landlords. This was a terrible period in British history.

The famine raged between 1846 and 1850 with the population of Ireland dropping from 8 million to 5 million due to death and emigration. One of these walls, known as the Deer Park wall, crossed our land and I was always amazed at the skill and workmanship that went into the construction of these massive structures. Built over rough terrain, using stones the size of a matchbox to a boulder that would take three men to lift, perfect high walls were created. It was at a T section of walling, a corner in a beautiful meadow that an odd thing happened.

I was sitting lower down in the field listening to nature when someone tapped my shoulder. I turned round but nobody was there, however looking up to the corner of the field about 25 meters away was the most perfect RAINBOW. It was about five feet high and ten feet in width and bisected the corner and it remained for about five minutes. There was no moisture around at all; it was a fine summers day. I suppose I could explain it as a freak of nature but how do you explain the definite tap on the shoulder?

Later when I found I had developed a natural dowsing talent, I would dowse this same spot only to discover seven closely gathered dowsing lines. Others that came also found it to be a powerful place for one reason or another. I was told that on the acreage we had bought, I would not be able to grow anything with any success due to the Atlantic winds, the salt, the poor soil and the rock. Like Findhorn in Scotland I was able to stun the experts. Claire and I were able to grow all that the climate would allow. The garden spirits were with us.

Our neighbour was a fascinating woman with her own powers, Therese O’Mahony runs the Ceim Hill Museum a must for any visitor to the area.

To come back to “abduction” in a true sense, two of the reasons for choosing this location were its height above sea level and its own fresh water supply. These were made very clear to me during my “abduction” experiences. Perhaps we were a little premature, perhaps the message was a little fuzzy but I am convinced due to the info passed on to me through my encounters that a catastrophe is on its way!! Watch out!! Tsunamis and all.