It was in fact, through researching the Michael Leyline that I first learned of Skellig Michael. The very concept of this ancient monastery crowning this isolated rock, thirteen kilometers off Ireland's shore is a stunning enigma. The actual genesis is biblical in proportion. Inspired monks received and obeyed a divine decree from an Archangel to sail out and build on bare rock. Shades of Moses?

This location equals, no, surpasses, the sites of the other two great monastic centres in Western Europe, that were also built per Archangel Michael's inspiration. Namely Mont St. Michel in Normandy and St. Michael's Mount in Cornwall, which are triangulated with Skellig.

It is interesting and fitting that historians and pilgrims are both interested in the three ‘Michael’ islands for connected yet succinctly differing reasons. All three are islands of archeological interest for the academic.. Metaphysically all three islands anchor the Michael portal of and connect the amazing telluric thread of the Michael Leyline, as it weaves its divine tapestry onto the Earth.

Islands on which manifestations of Archangel Michael appeared and inspired Holy men to come and live on bare rock for over 1500 years. This all led me to suspect Skellig to be one of those rarified grid-points that co-exist in multi dimensions.

I was compelled to investigate and experience this for myself.

Tyb's Journal: September 2002

When I arrived in Irelands Shannon Airport, Irish skies were smiling! It had rained all week prior to my arrival, but the skies were clearing and the sun was beaming through mist on my arrival. They weather would remain brilliant for my entire 4-day trip. Luck of the Irish indeed!

While beautiful sunny days are something of a rare commodity on the West Coast of Ireland, beautiful countryside is not. The glowing green of the soft velvety landscape had quite allure. The week of rain had polished the grounds and trees almost as if to display Ireland in watercolor, a living Monet. The hills radiated brightness. They seemed to shine. Every shade of green found expression on the painted landscape.

Getting out of the airport into the lush countryside was easy. A simple matter of minutes, even with left-side driving. I headed north. The plan was to head to the Cliffs of Morea, and then to the Burren of County Clare. Both destinations were tidily packed into a 7-hour slot. Basically a looping drive through magnificent country with ample time allotted for stops. Evening would have me headed south to the Ring of Kerry and Skellig Michael, entry portal of the Michael leyline.

The Cliffs of Morea

I arrived at the Cliffs of Morea within an hour. What an incredible place! The Cliffs are magnificent black slate fortresses deflecting the fifty-foot crashing waves of the North Atlantic. The sheer walls drop straight down 650 feet onto a crag of jagged ramparts dotted white with barnacles and seabird guano. The colour contrast is awesome. Bright green fields cap the walls like a shaggy mop wig, right to the very edge. The sheer drop is frightening to anyone with vertigo or children. Despite guardrails and stonewalls that keep the visitor a safe distance from the edge, there are stunning views allowing the viewer to get showered by salty sea sprays. Invigorating! The constant wind gusts upward against sheer cliff rock in fog-white swirling eddies, scampering upward like the spirits of long past Vikings plummeting castle walls. The icy winds jet-burst over the grassy edge in smoky water plumes. A waterproof jacket is recommended for the cliff walk.

I found the energy here really charged, very amplified. The combination of green fields, salt air and the mesmerizing cliffs provided an immediate resonance of balance and well being. The ionic release from the pounding waves creates an immense plasmic field that was immediately refreshing.

The spiritual traveler and tourist alike can find endless reasons to spend an afternoon here. Vast energy pockets were ample for meditation, contemplation or just being in the moment. The seaside & sea breeze energy is awesome. I could have enjoyed spending a few days in a seaside B & B and just losing myself in the green rolling fields alongside the cliffs.

However, I would need to settle for a 2-hour taste, then onward to the Burren!

The Burren

The Burren is a geological phenomenon in County Clare, just a brief 30-minute drive from the Cliffs of Moher. The word burren is derived from the Irish- Gaelic word bhoireann, meaning place of stones, and the stones of the burren are quite something to see. The entire area looks like a massive gray rock floor, in fact that is what it is. A glacier cut hearth of tabled limestone covering some 300 square kilometers. The limestone surface can vary from smooth plates to undulating 5-foot waves. The rocky wave pattern is amazing, looking oddly like a gray solidified ocean! Veins of snow quartz zigzag through the area. These veins can be several meters wide in an arraying pattern of swirls. Some very unusual plant life adds to the otherworldly appeal of the Burrens. This moonscape is teeming with telluric energy. I felt a virtual buzzing from the stone. Not surprisingly it is also home to some fine Neolithic sites. The most famous of which was my destination. The Dolman at Poulnabrone.

The Dolman at Poulnabrone. (Druids Alter)

The Dolman comes from two Breton words meaning stone table, and has traditionally been referred to in Gaelic as the Druids Alter. It is a 5000 Year old Neolithic monument, (dating to 3000 BC) and believed by some to have been set in place to mark a very powerful vortex of crossing leylines by Druid priests. A place of ritual and wedding ceremony, possible fertility rites & wakes. It looks like a massive table held in place by huge limestone sheet rocks.

Upon my arrival I was delighted to find a pair of German visitors measuring the energy with dowsing rods. After watching them a few moments, I struck up a conversation. I learned about other sites in the area, and brought out my copper dowsing L-rods to help map the energy lines. We did indeed find the rods swirled and aligned with two leys intersecting at the Dolman, with a swirling energy in its center. Both entered exactly on line with monoliths wedged in place in 3 points along the outer perimeter. The monoliths were relatively small, but had been carefully chiseled with circular holes to create an energetic portal for the ley. It was astonishing to discover.

After a couple of hours at the Dolman, I reluctantly looked at my watch, and saw it was almost 6 p.m. Realizing even with late sunset at 10 p.m., I would need to conserve light to not miss the visual portion of the spectacular Irish countryside as I headed south.

To the Ring of Kerry

I squeezed my large frame into the small car I had rented, and pulled onto the serpentine country two lane. I eased the seat back, and the picturesque winding road just melted away. I drove southward, in total contentment. Destination, the Ring of Kerry, and Skellig Michael!

I drove in one of those lucid, waking dreams. The leisurely drive to Kerry was about 3 hours in linear time, but I seemed to arrive with no awareness of its passing. The soft green Irish countryside really has an amazing charm. I merged into every landscape on my drive.

It was not quite dark when I arrived at the Skellig Peninsula. A quaint fishing village right out of the 18th century delighted my eyes. A faint chorus of cawing gulls gnawed at my perception of space and time. Centuries seemed to roll back in perfect rhythm with the gently bobbing boats anchored in the harbour. Everything was perfect, and tugged so at my heartstrings. The pungent smell of drying fishnets was so familiar. I felt a pang of sweet sadness. Deja vu all over again! Ah, but the rugged Irish coastline has a captivating allure.

The salt-air breeze of the North Atlantic was really cold. Enough to sharpen my senses, and snap me out of the time warp I was lulled into with the view of the brightly painted boats and quaint stone village.

The peninsula became quickly cloaked in a thick evening fog. I checked into my B & B, then reserved my boat trip to Skellig for 10 a.m. the following morning. If the village had this hypnotic effect, what would lie in wait on Skellig Michael? I would soon find out.

As I scanned the rolling ocean from my bay room window, I caught a fleeting glimpse of two pyramidal shapes far in the distance. There are actually two Skellig Islands, Skellig Michael and the smaller Skellig Minor. From any angle, or vantage point on the Ring of Kerry, they are spectacular pinnacles. From my bedroom, they were the last sights I saw before retiring. How on earth did monks get here, and why make a life atop the bare rocky pinnacle?

Day Two: Skellig Michael

"An incredible, impossible, mad place. I tell you the thing does not belong to any world that you and I have lived and worked in; it is part of our dream world."

When George Bernard Shaw wrote these words back in 1910, he had just returned from a jarring visit to Skellig Michael. "Even the knarled stones seemed alive on that mystical island. Skellig's monks must have communed with Angels for their daily sustenance on such bare rock."

Indeed they did, Mr. Shaw. Indeed they did.

My boat trip out was quite a roller coaster ride. The 30-foot passenger skiff was diesel powered and quite hearty to handle the waves, but most of the passengers weren't. On the tip of a passerby and an intuitive tug, I took 2 anti-seasickness pills and hour before 'shoving off'. I normally don't take such precaution, but in this case was glad I did. All 9 of my touring shipmates lost their lunch on the roll of 15-foot swells during the hour-long ride. That techni-coloured unpleasantry aside, the boat trip was quite exciting to say the least.

As we neared Skellig Michael the views opened. I became enraptured at the sheer pyramidal symmetry, and surprising richness of colour. The black silhouettes transformed to purple and green in the sunshine. Absolute stunning colours.

Interestingly, but not surprising. A lenticular cloud was set over the peak of Skellig Michael as we neared. Such clouds are telltale of an inward pull or magnetic vortex. Certainly in sync with the anchoring of a portal. A portal infusing the Michael Ley energy into the quartz pinnacle. Yes quartz, purple quartz, an amethyst island.

Geologically Skellig Michael is Devonian Sandstone, 350 million-year-old vintage sedimentary quartz that runs right through the backbone of Kerry. The colours are cabernet purple and lavender rose. The bouquets are plentiful, but more the floral variety that seem to be able to grow directly on this magical quartz. This amethyst is quite responsible for the electrical energies here. Indeed Skellig is amethyst, purple quartz cut into a tetrahedron.

The tiny landing point dock came into view as the boat pulled in closer. The landing was concrete, built outward from steel shafts anchored into the rock wall. The cement was fashioned into a landing quay large enough for one boat at a time. The swells created a ten-foot bobbing, so unloading had to be perfectly timed! It was!!! The Irish boatmen were confident and capable as they steadied the vessel and guided each of us individually onto the quayside. We were given 3 hours. The weather and sea change constantly, in the event we heard three horn blasts we were to head down immediately, or face not being able to return. I secretly yearned for a night on the island!

The 777 Steps

There is a roadway that leads upward from the quay, carved into the side of the rock island years ago in order to place a lighthouse on the far side at the lower mid base. It leads a couple of hundred meters to the staircase of chiseled steps, painstakingly carved by monks to the sacred saddle and monastery above.

I was still wobbly from Dramamine and rocky sea as I collected myself for the walk up. I hoped the grogginess would wear off and not affect my ability to tap into the potent energies I knew to be above in the Skellig Monastery.

I was dressed suitably for wet and cold, at the recommendation of the boat guides. Icy Atlantic rains can blow at any time. However, the weather was incredibly warm, in fact it was hot! After climbing a few meters of the steeply inclined path, so was I!

I had actually wished for a sauna the night before in order to purify my system.
Between my heavy waterproof gear and backpack, my sauna wish was granted. I was experiencing quite a sweat as I toiled upward on the steep sides of the mountain. Be careful what you ask for in 5-D portals, manifestation is immediate!

Like many mega-power sites, the energy crests as one reaches the higher points. The walk upward is a virtual staircase of 777 steps. There are differing versions of the exact number of steps, and this is based on whether the count extends to the monastery, sacred caldera or southern peak. A flowing green grass and lime coloured fluorescent moss covered everything on the island. Skellig glowed in iridescent green. Flowers were everywhere, small delicate blossoms, resplendently juxtaposed with vital beauty in delicate casings. The stairs formed a switchback, with exquisite places to sit and rest on purple rock outcroppings, and enjoy the commanding view.

The Michael Portal Anchor

Near the top a small saddle is formed almost like a volcanic caldron. It took a good 40 minutes for me to reach the fryers saddle, but what reward! It is an incredibly potent area. A definite contained energy is within its elongated bowl that balances the male and female peaks and anchors the portal.

It is a lush, magical fairy garden. Tiny white and yellow flowers were dispersed like angel hair bouquets in the sweet grass. The energy here was far more complex, thicker, yet balanced and mesmerizing. The entry point of the Michael portal.

How it could be so lush and green is really not surprising. The monks brought rich black soil over from the mainland and painstakingly built sodded areas on the saddle and monastery grounds for planting gardens.

That process has since maintained a critical mass cycle of self-replenishment; in which the hearty plants decay into mulch, and thus create new soil. Every horizontal area and quite a few vertical ones seemed to have a rich layer of fertile loam. So energetically powerful was this place that plant life of some variation seemed to burst out everywhere, even on naked rock. Sweet smelling grasses and flowers thrived; life teemed all over Skellig.

Skellig is life. The energy on the island could grow roses in snow, and sustain monks on air alone! The original breatharians, perhaps not by choice! Few places on Earth hold such vital, healing and sustaining life energy.

The very osmotic process of absorbing Skellig's electro-light energy essence through the auric field sustains life, and optimally. The pristine quality is part of that. The isolation, the exact blend creating an energetic cocktail of mineralogy, grid location, geometry and portal alignments is the fountain of youth, or portal of youth, flowing divine energy.

I soaked in this immense wholesome vibration, and went into meditation. A pristine clarity unlike any I had experienced before was there. I did sense Lord Michael, and I was moved deeply. I went into a sense of 'zipped' time. Where, the passing of time was halted. The minutes seemed to float like hours. I was grateful. I wanted to stay, but alas there was more to see.

The Monastery

To my right, the north, was carved the final tier of steps to the holy of holies, the monastery. They seemed to be another 100 or so feet upward and 300 feet or so to the northern corner. Interestingly two amazing dragon figures of natural weather sculpted rocks, hovered over the entrance as though to protect the area from intruders. The likeness was quite amazing. I felt a presence.

It wasn't lost on me that the church symbol of Archangel Michael includes dragons, that he is connected to the harnessing of the dragon's energy, and the removal of the serpents from Ireland.

The dragon often symbolized the fire of kundalini and the serpent the use of kundalini on the earthplane. Could it be that the energy of Michael is to anchor kundalini into the upper chakra's for the full integrity of root to crown assimilation's? Rather than slaying dragons, Michael is about integrating their fire energy, refining fire into violet light!

The monastery itself was otherworldly. I was quite unprepared for what I saw, and moreover what I felt as I climbed and weaved along the trail to the Beehive huts. These were created in perfect domes, without cement-mortar, two feet thick. They project incredible energy. Each one infinity points, anchors of the portal. Each one a vortex.

The Chapel-Holy of Holies

The 'beehived' chapel itself is situated on a narrow ledge, more than seven hundred fifty feet above the water. Its energy jolted me. I spent 15 minutes inside alone. I was moved to tears. I felt an energetic download, a light code. 5-D energy. The domes remain virtually frozen in time, structurally the same as when built, 1,450 years ago. Flashes of light were everywhere.

I found a grassy patch that commanded a stunning, open view onto Skellig Minor Island. The afternoon was glowing bright and the sun warmed my face. Winded from the hard climb, wet from the toil, I felt comfort on a piece of soft earth at the edge of the domes. The electricity of this spot was absolutely tangible. The purple and gold, the sweet flora smells. All had that dreamy sense of well being. Skellig Minor loomed large in the horizon. It is also a pyramid and energetically part of this Skeellig energy. An enormous cloud of gannets wafted over its pinnacle. Skellig Minor is the home of some 27,000 pairs of gannets - the second largest colony of such seabirds in the world. There grace and soft energy is part of this balance.

More to this than meets the eye. Undoubtedly.

From the shoreline both Skellig Islands appear as tetrahedrons, pyramidal. But in truth Skellig Michael curves slightly near the top into a saddle, curving into two lateral peaks. One male, one female, in balance. The second and highest of the two peaks on Skellig Michael is 770 feet above the sea. There's a monolithic 'standing stone' on top, with an engraved Celtic Cross at the very end of a narrow stretch of rock.

The Pilgrims Test

While the climb to the monastery is tortuous and difficult, the climb to the upper peak is even more demanding. It leaves one in awe of the people who chose to make this their home. The climb up was tenuous, a labyrinth that I find in so many sacred places.

Medieval pilgrims, after visiting the Skellig monastery, would climb to the south peak, quite a precarious task. They would kiss the cross, thus proving their faith and piety, and occasionally as an act of penitence. It may have been the burning desire inherent in some to find an isolation that enabled them to develop communion with God. I can only imagine the courage and dedication involved in the days and times past. Yet it is understandable when one experiences first hand the presence of Spirit that is Skellig. It is humbling, immediate and penetrating. The essence of divinity atop Skellig Michael is overwhelming. So much is here.

Islands of Light

It was in fact, due to places like Skellig Michael that Western Civilization was preserved. Scholars proclaim that when Europe was being over run with Barbarians in the depth of the dark ages, the arts, reading, and indeed civilization were preserved on these isolated monasteries. These include Skellig, Mont Michele and Meteoria Monastery in Greece. Totally isolated, totally benevolent, Angelic anchors.

Yet in spite of their stark inaccessibility, Viking invaders attacked the Skellig's several times - although there was little to attract them in the way of wealth or material treasure. Light always, attracts the dark. But it cannot exist for long in places of pure benevolence such as Skellig.

Connecting the Energies

I used my remaining time in the magic of the crest to energetically connect to Michael. He was omnipresent. I felt humbled. I flowed with the energy and consciously connected energy lines to Lake Louise in Canada, Enchanted Rock in SW Texas, and Torres del Paine in Chile. I planted small rocks from each of these locations into the soil of Skellig. The moment was timeless and moving.

The Spiral Home

A horn blasted three times from far below. I jolted and my heart sank. I followed it downward. It would take close to an hour to reach the loading dock. I was in no hurry. I weaved my way back down and absorbed every ion of the incredible energy and scenery en route.

The following morning I bought a book at the Visitor center that captures my feelings regarding Skellig, and I end with the words of Sir Kenneth Clark:

And so it is….
Tyberonn © Feb 2 2003

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