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It has been a whirlwind with this prophecy and living myth. It has recently resurfaced, haunting my dreams. I do not know what to make of it. I thought I wrote about this before, but apparently not. Pieces, many pieces. Throughout childhood, I would get various “visions” that turned out to be “prophecies” in life, all within a cesspool of chaos, and a rollercoaster ride of emotions from bliss to devastation. The prophecy of Niamh has been the most perplexing and full of letdowns. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

This began in high school, a dream of 7 faceless white-robed beings<\/a> who told me that I’d have a life-altering relationship with a French woman who would change my perspectives about human interaction, relationships, family, and community. I’d marry an Irish woman that would alter my mythic cycle, especially in regards to the Fae. I would become smitten and forever in love with Niamh, the golden-haired Faerie Queen of Tir na nOg, sweeping me to the land of Fae – and eternal life. This would happen in or from the Pacific Northwest. How odd is that? This is the fourth journey of habitation in these parts. What does it all mean?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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So mythically, who is Niamh?<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNiamh of the lovely hair\u201d was the daughter of the Irish Sea God, Manannan Mac Lir. She was the Queen of the Tir na n-Og, the mythological race of Faeries who lived in the Land of the Eternal Youth. She would ride on her Faerie steed \u201cEmbarr\u201d across the waves to the West Coast of Ireland quite often. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

On one of these trips, she met members of the warrior group known as the Fianna. One of the warriors, a bard named Oisin<\/a>, she came to have a liking for. He fell for her with love at first sight. She quickly took him on her horse with her back to Tir na n-Og<\/a>. Oddly, Oisin is the main mythological character I identify with. The other is Thomas the Rhymer, a Scottish mythos that is almost identical to that of Oisin’s tale. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She was most notorious for having been the Faerie princess who lured off the great Bard Oisin to Faerieland where they were married and she had hoped he would have been fine residing in the Land of the Eternal Youth. There Niamh and Oisin gave birth to a son and daughter. Oisin\u2019s son is \u201cOscar\u201d and his daughter was \u201cPlor na mBan\u201d the \u201cFlower of Women\u201d. After three years in Faerie, He grew weary and tired, missing his family, and asked to return to his land to see them. She set him off on the same white magical steed that she brought him to the land of Faerie on, the horse \u201cEmbarr\u201d (means \u201cImagination\u201d), and warned him not to step foot off his horse when he returns to the human world. He discovered three years in Faerie was three hundred years in Human. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He accidentally fell off Embarr when he was trying to help some farmers move a big stone, and Embarr ran home, across the waves. Poor Oisin immediately became a blind old man to wander Ireland searching for his family and his Niamh. He could never find the entrance to Tir na n-Og again. Niamh waited and waited for him, but Oisin never returned. She had become pregnant with his daughter, Plur na mBan, a beautiful Faerie princess known as \u201cThe Flower of the Lady\u201d. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

After many years, Niamh went back to the mortal world to search Ireland high and low for her sweet Oisin. She was too late, Oisin had died and disappeared forever. His tomb is somewhere up in Northern Ireland near the Giant\u2019s Causeway. During her wanders searching for Oisin, she met the Faeries of Brittany who invited her to join them. She didn\u2019t but rather sent them a magical moving picture of herself. This upset Brittany Faeries who placed her in a deep wood where she wandered for a long time with a light on her forehead eternally lost. After she discovered her escape, she experienced great disappointment and anger with the Brittany Fae and returned to Tir na n-Og, presumably casting a magic spell that took all of Brittany\u2019s faerie children with her in revenge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The prophecy comes back<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

I always had this strange tale (a.k.a. “prophecy”) on the back of my mind, curious as to what it meant and if it was “for real”. But I didn’t let it affect my life, nor my quest for love. In high school, my first love was “Lady Kimberly” and I became pregnant with our daughter “Lady Breanna”. As I headed off to University, we married a year after our daughter was born, relocating to Tallahassee, Florida. I changed lifeways from the Republican Catholic altar boy into a Green party Wiccan then Druid Archaeologist. My perspectives were changed, and I never really gave this vision of a Pacific Northwest bride – Niamh – another second thought. Then upon me and Kimberly’s divorce, it came back – and hard. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I was in emotional despair and hurt, wandering out to the back “Fairy” circle grove I had created in the woods behind my house in Tallahassee, Florida near Woodville and Wakulla. It was where my grove “Wakulla Cypress Grove, ADF” and our Free Spirit coven would have weekly rites and rituals. Very magical spot, with many faerie tales within the wood. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

There I was, sitting in the circle, doing a ritual staring into the fire, emotionally pondering what all has happened as I struggled with the upcoming divorce, separation, and embarking upon a single parenting life. I was questioning monogamy as it seemed to fail me. Then, a white-robed woman walked out of the woods – she had only eyes and a nose, no mouth, yet sensually gorgeous. She sat down, held me in her lap, comforted me, and told me everything was going to be alright. She spoke, yet had no mouth, I heard it loud and clear echoing in my head as if a “real voice”. It reminded me of when the council of 7<\/a> haunted my dreams. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She said this was what had to happen for my course in life. Accept separation, divorce, and single parenting. I would soon be going to the Pacific Northwest. There I would find Niamh. She would be a soul mate and twin flame that will accord my life’s journey. I would understand when it happens. Unfortunately, I would experience many trials before finding her. But this is meant to be. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She eventually wandered back into the woods. It was so odd and real. A dream? a vision? but I felt the physical touch of her. I heard her loud and clear in my mind. Who was she? Was this a theater friend dressed up in costume, messing with me? I could not figure it out. I had only two glasses of Mead and wasn’t on any medication. It was as real as any given day in the life. What did this mean?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A couple of years later, I had the vision to go to the Pacific Northwest. A friend was moving to Oregon, and I decided to join her. I moved to Eugene, Oregon. Founded the Ancient Forests Protogrove, ADF, and part of the Outpost Church of All Worlds nest. Many visions and experiences there pertaining to this prophecy. I felt her presence but did not meet her at that time (or if I did was unaware). Every woman I dated in the Pacific Northwest at this time, I pondered if she was Niamh incarnate? I limited myself somewhat to those who were golden-haired, then didn’t pay attention. I began to discover Polyamory. As I went to the Starwood Festival in New York, I met an amazing woman named Elyse who had the booth next to mine doing Shiatsu massage. I had my booth of oils, ointments, tarot, and costumed crafts. She traded a massage for oils, and electricity between us revealed attraction. We attended Oberon and Morning Glory Zell’s workshop together on Polyamoury: Multiple Loves. We went to the hot tub that evening and decided we were to be together. My life changed tremendously from the relationship with this amazing French Canadian from Quebec. We flew back and forth from Quebec and Florida to investigate our connection. I identified as Polyamorous, hard and true. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She gave me a book about the story of Thomas the Rhymer, of whom I reminded her. It took me years to finally read it, but all-in-all I watched my life identify with the mythic icon of “Thomas the Rhymer”, influencing my lifeways. Its Irish counterpart, the mythic tales of Oisin were almost identical. I began to identify with Oisin. I saw the world as a different place and began to believe this prophecy was some crazy dream. I gave no more thought about Niamh, the Pacific Northwest Bride which in all accord, would seem more monogamous than polyamorous. I was adverse to Monogamy at this point. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Pacific Northwest was a lost vision<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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Back in Florida, the thoughts of living in the Pacific Northwest again vanished. I had to move back to Florida just a couple of years later in order to save my property from bankruptcy. Thoughts of Monogamy and marriage were also not even a possibility in my mind. I pursued polyamorous relationships. But then, one of my babysitters (I was a single parent at the time) and good friends had written me a love letter that blew me away. She had realized what she had done and tried desperately to come up to Tallahassee to beat the arrival of the letter. I told her she could come up on the weekend, and I received the letter 30 minutes before she arrived. As I said, I was in awe and mind-blown. I had no idea through our friendship she was interested in me, and while I was attracted to her, never pursued anything as she was much too young, already in a relationship, and again I was against monogamy. Long story short – we immediately fell into a relationship with one another. She said she was okay with me being poly, but in reality, wasn’t. Not even a month later, while standing in line to pay for our thai meal, she asked me to marry her. (She wasn’t 100% really asking, but was curious as to what I’d say) Overwhelmingly, I was flooded with feelings that this was right, and said “Yes”. We immediately were engaged and planning out a wedding for the Fall – Lammastide. I gave up polyamory and committed to monogamy with her. We had amazing several years, but eventually, her trust in me has been polyamorous in the past wouldn’t allow for friendships with other women. Jealousy bouts occurred, and we had a drastic separation and divorce. I had never cheated on her, but she just didn’t believe it was the case.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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The Pacific Northwest Beacons Again<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Tanya, the friend that my wife thought I was having an affair with, reconnected with me after the divorce. We were nothing other than friends, but she was Poly, and I questioned again – should I go back to polyamory? Was I actually attracted to Tanya as my ex-wife believed? She was heading to the west coast, so I offered to drive her if we could stop in Vancouver BC on the way to California. She agreed and we had a wild road trip across America from Florida to British Columbia. On the trip, we cuddled and one night kissed in the tent … it felt like I was kissing my sister. So obviously, that was not anything other than friendship … how wrong my wife prior to our separation was. We hit the festival “Wild Magick” at the Lothlorien Elf Sanctuary in Indiana. There was a Priest\/Priestess lead walk through the woods down to a grove that contained the Greek Oracles. You met Herne, Cerridwen, and various mythical beings during the walk. As we arrived at the gate to the circle, the gatekeeper said Welcome to the Oracle – please choose who is calling for you. Of the Oracles, the “Mother” Goddess priestess was who I felt a calling to. So I walked up to this beautiful enchanting blonde Goddess. She proceeded to tell me everything that has happened to me, about my divorce, including my ex-wife’s name, and that this was all was meant to be. I am to move to the Pacific Northwest, where I will find the love of my life. I had never met this woman who was the host of the Oracle. How she knew the details about my divorce in such detail, I do not know. It was life-changing. That evening, I told Tanya I might not want to continue to California, that I might move to Canada – British Columbia, but would help her book a train or bus from Vancouver to California. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

When Tanya and I arrived in British Columbia, we tried to get rooms at the Jericho Beach youth hostel. They had only one room. We met a Canadian who couldn’t continue staying there and he was sleeping on the beach, so we joined him. Something about Jericho Beach was profound, settling, and home. In the middle of the night, I was awoken to the crashing of waves, with a mist coming across the ocean and an echo in my head – you are home. It is here. It sounded like that Goddess or being who was in my Fairy circle in Tallahassee in, early 1990’s. I was home. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I had many relationships while living in Vancouver those days, mostly polyamorous. I questioned if each and every one of them was this Niamh incarnate. I was biased thinking she was a blonde. But started to wonder if the embodiment of this Goddess would be as trivial to have the same “she of the golden hair” aspect. It didn’t seem to matter. I don’t think I found her. I moved to Seattle, same thing. Several years later, in 2004 I took a merchant trip across the country from Point Roberts, Washington to New York. Along the journey, I stopped to vend at Pagan Spirit Rising Gathering in the Great Lakes region. There I met a golden-haired spirit who seemed familiar and was very attracted to. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I questioned, could this be the Niamh incarnate? She’s not from the Pacific Northwest. She’s from Indiana. I felt like I met her before though. She was married though, and it didn’t appear to be an open relationship – so I didn’t pursue anything. As she was departing from the festival she asked why I didn’t make a move on her the entire night we stayed up at the bonfire from dusk to dawn talking about sex, relationships, etc. I said, “because I respect your vow of marriage”. She then stated she was in an open relationship. So we hooked up before she left. I thought this was my first one-night stand ever. But it wasn’t. After I left the festival, there were emails from her wanting to meet again. We went out on a date in Chicago. She then met me at Starwood in New York. It was a most magical love affair. Then she traveled with me to a festival in Minneapolis. Then on to California. We became pregnant, but the dad could have been either Me, her husband, or a threesome she had with others in Minneapolis. I agreed to be the father if she continued on with her divorce, and moved to the West coast with me. She went back but worked things out with her husband, and they decided it was their child. It messed me up a bit emotionally, but I just continued on a polyamorous path. It turned out this woman was at the WIld Magic gathering I was at in 2000, and she was the priestess who embodied “the Mother” in the Oracle. She was the one through whom the Oracle passed. How did that figure into all of this?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A year later, her husband sent her to visit me in Seattle with the baby, not really sure why. We picked up right where we left off. But difficulties with long-distance, a never-ending divorce, polyamory, etc. led to it not working out. It was very frustrating. I had also given up on this “Niamh” prophecy by this point. I lived on the road doing Archaeology work, traveling across the country to Florida, Mississippi, Texas, and Colorado. When I landed in Colorado, it became home for over 6 years. I no longer thought about the “Niamh” prophecy, except for a few times when I traveled from Colorado to Oregon, Washington, or British Columbia for various festivals or nights out. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

a Northwest Bride?<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

After settling into a job as a Curator\/Archaeologist\/ GIS Specialist in Colorado that afforded a budget for travel, I globetrotted the world and visited Europe annually. A co-worker from archaeology projects in Texas messaged me and oddly we were both living in Colorado. We met up and instantly fell in love. After exploring each other’s roots, it turned out she was from the Pacific Northwest. She was blonde. We were in love. We became engaged. After this discovery and engagement, I really wondered if she was my Niamh. It felt strong and true. A misunderstanding and inability to communicate due to travels and archaeological fieldwork keeping the relationship with minimal time to see one another, the engagement was terminated. We walked away from one another. I lost vision and hope of a lifemate, vowing never to date again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The Blarney Witch<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Years later, my heartfelt lonely. I was opposed to marriage, perspectives of physical intimacy with others screwed up. Fearful of sex and pregnancy. In 2010 during a trip to Ireland, while visiting the Blarney Castle, I kissed the Blarney Stone and walked the Wishing steps. After reading about the Blarney Witch’s powers, I decided to ask her for a soul mate. I asked the Blarney Witch to lead me to my soul mate. If it was Niamh, that would be grand, if not then whoever. I did want a lifemate again. I made offerings to the Witch at her altar and the Druid cave. Who knows? Lets see what happens?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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In 2011 I had a calling to go to Australia sailing on the HMB Endeavour during a leg of its journey around Australia. Then I went to Cornwall to help teach an archaeology field school. I was no longer interested in dating or relationships. If the Blarney Witch had listened to my plea, I assumed she ignored it. A friend did some matchmaking, but it was a little too timely off. I met a blonde woman in Cornwall who I became smitten with, but I was just on my way back to the States when I connected with her, and she had never been to the Pacific Northwest. Couldn’t be the Niamh prophecy. Not wanting relationships. But what if? I felt a spark I hadn’t for years. It felt real. The connection was magical though and never pursued. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tir na nOg<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

After hiking across Scotland I called my Irish friends that I couldn’t afford to continue on to Ireland. I had to return to the States and get some work. They asked if I was going to Burning Man, I said “no- can’t afford it”. They told me I was, for free, as I was going to help build an Irish dragon statue for Ireland at the Burn. So there I went. While on the crew, one of the women asked that if I love Ireland so much, why don’t I just marry an Irish woman for citizenship. I replied “Like any woman would do that.” She said she might do it. I considered it, but another woman on the crew queried if I was really going to go thru with it. She revealed she was interested in me. We started seeing each other and it was magical, felt right, and connected. But by the time the festival began, she apologized she couldn’t continue hanging with me as she promised her girlfriend the Burn would be just for them as a Girl’s trip only. I pondered well what then? she would return to Ireland and we wouldn’t be able to pick up where we left off, could we? In the interim, while being part of the guardians watching the boundary around our effigy burn of the Celtic dragon, one of my friends from Colorado said she’d fire spin to help attract people to our effigy burn given there were dozens of other effigies burned at the same time. She just needed someone to safety check for her. I had to watch the boundary, so I spied a woman dressed like a leprechaun in the audience who seemed sober. I asked her if she could help out, and she did. At this point, the Irish burners and I had called our camp “Tir na nOg” – the land of the youth. The fabled Faerie kingdom of Irish myth. After the burn, I invited her back to Tir na nOg for faerie food and drink. She was from Ireland, She didn’t believe in Faeries. I was perplexed. Intrigued. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She was seeking other Irish as she backpacked to the Burn on her own (an impressive feat) from Ireland to her woofing jobs in British Columbia, then down to California to Burning Man. I was impressed and questioned … could this be “Niamh”? She just came from the Pacific Northwest. I had also had a premonition of an Irish bride?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Soon after, I was on a plane to Ireland to investigate the relationship further. It felt right, it appeared perfect, and we seemed to be a match. Turned out she was from Cork, just down the road from the Blarney Castle, wherein the Blarney Witch resided in the garden. Was the Blarney Witch setting me up with one of her neighbors?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

However, I could only stay in Ireland for 3 months without a specific VISA, couldn’t obtain work, and had to go back to the States for 2 months. Rinse and repeat. It made things difficult for us to properly pursue our romantic connection. Then during astrological Samhain, atop the Hill of Tara at the stone of destiny, I heard the stone say “Ask her to marry you.” So I did. Under the faerie thorn rag tree. She said yes. It appeared meant to be and with some future purpose. I told her about the Niamh prophecy, at the time she really didn’t identify with faerie lore or prophecy. But she was a most excellent guide anytime I had a whim to follow an Irish myth and its placenames. We did however travel far and wide together across the countryside exploring Ireland’s faerie sites, She found me Etain’s grave and Oisin’s grave. We discovered lore about Etain and Oisin. We pondered if we entered a continuation of that myth into the future? <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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But I seemed to have entered a completely different mythic cycle … one of Oisin and Etain. I identified with Oisin as an icon for my living myth, she was named after Etain with a different modern spelling. There was lore about Oscar, Oisin’s son. We had a Druid handfasting (legal marriage) on the beach in South Carolina, rushed a little to simplify residency, but we knew we were to be together. It was just a little fast. Like my 2nd marriage. We returned home to Dublin. But apparently, the prophecy of the Irish bride came true. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

A year later, my mom fell ill with what we thought was Alzheimer’s. It turned out to be Diabetes and Leukemia. We flew back to help. But as we were packing up we discovered we were pregnant. Four months after we returned to the States, my mom passed at 84. 5 months later, our son Cian was born. We decided to stay in the States, work on her residency, and build a new life together on these shores. It was financially difficult when we were in Ireland. Even married, I couldn’t find work. I could always obtain it in the States. With the Inheritance, we moved to the West Coast – eager to build home, business, and family for our family unit. After our store the Leaf and Dragon failed, we returned to a nomadic path – doing whatever we could to survive, often following Archaeological projects. It wasn’t the life that she wanted, and she found another at a Pagan festival we were vending. Communication wasn’t a strong point between us ever, so it led to divorce. She moved to Seattle to be close to her lover, I moved to Colorado where friend family had my back getting me back on my feet. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

After that horrid separation and divorce, I vowed never to date again. Marriage no more. Been there, done that, not for me. The divorce and child custody decrees have more and more pushed me to move from Colorado to Wahington State. While currently residing in both states, with Colorado as the main state …. the drive to just settle in the Pacific Northwest becomes stronger and stronger. The visions of the Niamh prophecy are creeping into my dreams again. I don’t understand them, I’m kinda fed up with them, but really don’t know what to do but embrace whatever fate comes my way. I am here. But I’m not interested in relationships anymore. I like living alone. I like being able to focus on my research, writing, art, and hobbies without having to consider another. Although that’s not true – I have Cian who is my focus, getting him raised and brought upright. I don’t have time for myself, so how do I have time for another. I have intimacy with my friends. I have had more offers for relationships and partnerships bestowed upon me. But I have chosen to stay single, unattached, interested in that world. I’m not healed. I’m fine alone. Sure, I miss physical intimacy – it’s been over 8 years. So why is this long blonde-haired Faerie Queen still haunting me? does she even have blonde hair? does she actually exist? is she a metaphor for something else? I’ll never date again, so I suppose I’ll never find out. The thought of a relationship is extremely unattractive. But for the first time in a long period … I guess if something stirred between a close friend into the relationship realm occurred, maybe … just maybe … I would follow suit with the universe. However, in the world of COVID, I don’t even see that as a possibility. What does this prophecy of Niamh mean? is it real? a person? a new facet of life or adventure for me to explore? or maybe I’m to have a Rip van Winkle moment where I too, like my icons of Thomas the Rhymer and Oisin … will vanish into the Land of Fae … passing through a gateway into another world … and leave the world of humans to the armageddon they have seemed to have placed on themselves. I love being on my own, but this prophecy still haunts me. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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