We couldn’t get into Boyle Abbey before 10am. No-one seems to get up early in Southern Ireland! It was 9am when we arrived there, so I decided to show Kal Lough Key Forest Park which was close by. It might be open and it would be a pleasant walk amongst some trees while we waited for the abbey to open. I had been there once before with M on our only Ireland holiday together. Seemed like a good plan to while away an hour. Turned out to be slightly longer than that!
Lough Key is a forest park. Is that a forest that contains a park or some parkland with a bit of forest? I’m never sure. Be one thing or another, I say. In terms of the name of the lake, Wikipedia suggests it has druidic connections:
Lough Key (Irish: Loch Cé) is a lake in Ireland. It is located in the northwest of County Roscommon, northeast of the town of Boyle. The lough’s name is believed to come from Cé, a druid; the lake was formed over his grave.
Whether by chance or be subliminal design I appeared yet again to be in the right place suited to my quest.
We parked easily and because the visitor centre wasn’t open (of course – before 10am?) we made use of the excellent relieving facilities (Kal rated them highly) before we thought about finding somewhere that we “should be”. The dowsing rods were our first stop for an answer to an esoteric question like that. When I asked the question the rods quite clearly led across a grassy field towards the middle of nowhere. Typical. Still, having nothing better to do we followed – all the way up to the point where they swerved around an old and glorious beech tree.
We both sat at respective positions beneath the tree and I began to look around. What a wonderful day! How beautiful the park is! How perfectly the tree’s hoary branches framed the delicate Spring flowers and mosses that lived in their protective cloak, and how dappled the sunlight was as it filtered through the lightly-leaved branches of the beech. Soon I was drifting away…drifting into one of my light druidic trances where my heart soars and my mind relaxes into communion with the surroundings….
A vision appeared to me – the same sword-fight that I had seen the previous day at Carrowkeel. There was more detail this time. I could clearly see the protagonist – so much so that I knew I would recognise him if I ever saw him again, in a dream or in reality. I knew not which it would be yet, but I was sure our meeting was inevitable, like the inevitability that a thread will unravel a garment in intricate weaving.
Now the visions faded and was replaced by a spoken phrase that I didn’t understand at all. The sword I had seen in the vision, the sword that I was holding, it was given a name. Something told me that it was called The Eel Sword, and that I had to now find a sword that looked like an eel. This made no sense. What madness was this? Why did I need an eel sword? Where the heck would I find such a thing? Reality re-imposed itself and the connection wavered then released its trance-like grip on my senses as they re-absorbed the beautiful Spring sunshine and the fabric of greens that made up the forest park’s lush landscape.
Where was this sword? Here? The dowsing rods confirmed it even as I began to position them horizontally in preparation. It was here , somewhere.
Seeking The Eel Sword
We left our rather too comfortable seat beneath the tree. After all – I had an urgent and local quest to pursue – let’s get going! Kal reluctantly arose and followed like a veritable sidekick. How would THIS work out, he must have wondered? He wasn’t alone. How on earth would I find a sword that looked like an eel? The dowsing rods, that’s how.
The rods took me to the shore of the lake where they began to lead me along the waterline. OK, but there was no path there and soon it got muddy and slippery and difficult with overhanding branches, flies and slime. I opted for another tactic and we climbed back up to the path above that ran alongside the lake’s shore at a respectable distance and without impediment. Then I had a brainwave. The rods couldn’t help me here. But the trees could. I walked over to the nearest large tree and began to introduce myself and my quest, which soon became a request – could the tree help me find the sword? The response was as startling as it was welcome – yes, and a vision was shown to me of the path up until the next bend took the path out of sight. I should follow the path until then? The tree confirmed this and I thanked it and began walking. Kal looked puzzled, and when I explained what I was doing he snorted and barely restrained his incredulity.
Kal laughed as I placed my hands on each large tree and asked for guidance for it to show me the way to the object of my quest. “You’re not going to write this up, are you?” he enquired. “People are going to think you’re completely nuts – an eel sword, asking trees to show you the way – it’s going to sound mental, you know?” I knew. But I am determined to tell the tale how it was, not how I think it should be presented. This was what happened. The incredulity factor is nothing I have to deal with – I lived the experience, so I know how it was. Any calls to the emergency mental health faculties is something I will have to deal with in due course!
Each tree gave me a flash of the next part of the path, leading me onwards. Finally, one tree showed me the water’s edge. I got my dowsing rods out and confirmed that the way to the ‘sword’ was down a small path leading to the lake’s side. I followed, and Kal came along for the sheer hell of it. He got his camera out in readiness.
As Kal hovered at the dry edges of the path he was jogging up and down in excitement and bursting into fits of giggles. Surely I would have to wade out into the lake’s freezing cold waters in order to find my “Eel Sword”? He got a camera ready in eager anticipation of a You’ve Been Framed moment. But the rods had stopped at the water’s edge – they weren’t pointing into the lake. As I stepped onto one of the first dry rocks at the water’s edge I caught sight of a dark brown stick just beneath the surface of the waters at the edge. It was the only thing in the crystal clear water. It looked exactly like a brown eel!! This was too coincidental to be true! I reached to pick it up – it came out easily, even though it was covered in the slime of the lough’s plant-life. It fitted the description perfectly!
I held it for a moment and felt a tremendous rush, as though I was connecting to thousands of years of history. I stood there mesmerised, transfixed by the feeling. It was tremendously powerful. I knew this was the next correct link in the chain of events in my ancesotr energy quest. It felt amazing and right. I knew this was the “EEL SWORD” that I had been shown in the vision beneath the Beech Tree.
The fact that this object was at this place to which I had been specifically guided by the trees along the shore, and that I had been specifically tasked with finding an object that exactly matched this description. It was beyond imagining! The feeling, the awe, the humility in the face of the flow of destiny that had created this incredible confluence. I was stunned. How ironic that this was Lough Key and I had been given the key to the next part of my quest.
What now? I remembered the instructions I had received at Carrowkeel the previous day: “forge the weapon in water“. Which water? It wasn’t the water of Lough Key. Oh no! That would be too easy, wouldn’t it? I had to take this stick somewhere else to be prepared, to be cleansed in the waters of some other sacred site before I could use it in my forthcoming battle with the keeper of the right to my ancestor energies. So, I wondered whether such a site would turn up during our adventures today? I would have to wait and see. We were due to visit Boyle Abbey next – perhaps the sacred waters were the River Boyle itself? Time to go an see if that felt right.