Glen Lyon in Perthshire, Scottish Highlands

Activating the Grail Codes on a Pilgrimage through the UK ~ Part 2: Scotland

“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes, a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.”
~ J. R. R. Tolkien

While on a recent trip to England {see Activating the Grail Codes on a Pilgrimage through the UK ~ Part 1: England}, I decided to extend my stay and visit Scotland.

I had been longing to visit Rosslyn Chapel near Edinburgh, as well as the Isle of Iona off the western coast of Scotland, ever since first learning of these mystical places years ago. What I originally thought would be a five-day trip, from London to Scotland in June 2018, stretched into two weeks as I could not get enough of this magical, fertile, wild land.

Once in Scotland, I began to be led as if by magic to various blog posts, websites and maps that would reveal the next step as it created a zing that moved through my whole body. This was my inner compass, leading me along this soul pilgrimage.

My trusty Fiat 500 and the beauty of single-track roads through the Highlands

Scotland, the Land of Unicorns

I began in Edinburgh, heading straight to hike Arthur’s Seat, an emerald hill that looms above the capital city, beckoning those who feel called to connect with the memories held in its soil. The hill is named for Arthur mac Aedan, commemorating a battle where he saved Edinburgh from being ‘sacked’ by the Angles in the 580s AD.

Many believe that Arthur mac Aedan was the ‘true’ King Arthur. After my journey through Scotland and my experiences of connecting with so many ancient and sacred sites across this incredible land, and all the memories and myths it holds, I wholeheartedly believe this to be true.

I spent a day experiencing Edinburgh Castle in the medieval Old Town, mesmerized by the crown jewels of Scotland, known as the Honours of Scotland and used in the coronation of Scottish rulers beginning with the mother of the legendary Queen Mary of Scots.

It was here, in the dimly lit room where visitors need to walk single file to view the priceless artifacts of royalty on display behind a glass case, where I first began to really feel the presence of King Arthur, Merlin and the Knights of the Round Table. As my eyes landed on the scepter, I could feel the tears of truth rush to my throat, envisioning Merlin holding a similar scepter. I felt a strange familiarity with the intricately engraved sword, seeing Arthur pulling Excalibur from the stone, and with its protective scabbard that was said to magically protect him in battle.

Displayed with the crown jewels is the Stone of Destiny, or Stone of Scone, a relic shrouded in myth and mystery, used in the coronation of Scottish rulers since the time of the Dál Riata kings in the 9th century. It’s been used for enthroning Scottish monarchs at Iona, Dunadd and Scone {all places I was magically led to visit}. The stone was returned to Scotland in 1996, 700 years after it was stolen by King Edward of England I and taken to Westminster Abbey.

A powerful energy also moved through me as I looked up to see the Scottish coat of arms of the United Kingdom, which I had been seeing repeatedly since landing in Scotland.

I asked the docent why it was that the unicorn is always depicted in chains. According to legend, she said, a free unicorn was so pure and so powerful that it was a very dangerous beast. {Hmmm….}

It’s no wonder the ruling powers saw fit to depict the unicorn in chains. In Celtic mythology, the unicorn is said to symbolize bravery, innocence, purity, healing powers, intelligence, joy and virility.

Something stirred in me, a voice that said “Unleash the Unicorns!”

Left: Arthur’s Seat, Edinburgh | Right: Royal coat of arms of Scotland
Left: Honours of Scotland ~ crown, sword and scepter | Right: Edinburgh Castle, high atop a volcanic crag

An Encounter with an Egyptian Goddess (and an Egyptian Princess) in Scotland

I next visited Rosslyn Chapel, in the tiny village of Roslin, just south of Edinburgh. This chapel, a legacy to the Knights Templar, was built in 1466 by the Sinclair family and houses a treasure trove of mystical secrets encoded in the carved stone ~ so much that I could not take it all in, even with a four-hour exploration of this relatively small building. Various researchers have suggested that Rosslyn Chapel is the final resting place of the Holy Grail.

While there, I had a very powerful experience of connecting with the ancient Egyptian goddess Hathor, considered the primeval goddess from whom all others were derived. She is usually depicted as a woman with the head of a cow, ears of a cow, or simply in cow form.

While standing in the Lady Chapel at Rosslyn, I looked up and my eyes landed on a single carving of a woman’s head at the base of a window at the opposite side of the building. A thought flooded my awareness, “Wow, hello Hathor!” My mind instantly tried to discredit this thought: “What? She looks nothing like Hathor, no cow ears, just an ordinary peasant woman.”

That night, I scoured the internet searching for references to a carving of Hathor in Rosslyn Chapel. I came up entirely empty-handed. Yet, somehow I just knew that this was Hathor ~ the feeling that had moved through me in the Lady Chapel was just too strong to doubt it.

It was not until a week or so later, upon returning to Rosslyn Chapel, that I would receive confirmation. Through friends in Crestone, Colorado, I was introduced to Kris Kinosis, a brilliant expert on Rosslyn Chapel and many other sacred sites and ley lines across Scotland. I met up with Kris at Rosslyn Chapel on my way back through Edinburgh.

While we were traipsing through the old-growth forest of Rosslyn Glen and the incredible grove of ancient trees nearby, I asked Kris about the carved head of a woman that appears near the top of the stairs to the crypt in the chapel. He said, “Oh yeah, Hathor.” My whole body lit up and I stopped in my tracks, nearly bursting as I said “I knew it! So, how did you come to know that was Hathor?” He looked at me with a wry smile and said, “She told me.”

That was more than enough confirmation. My encounter with Hathor, while standing in the Lady Chapel, was also for me a very potent soul retrieval experience that had been foretold. But that is a story for another day….

So, what was Hathor doing in Rosslyn Chapel, a temple dedicated to the mysteries of early Christianity and paganism?

In a strong flood of synchronicities in the week leading up to my trip to Scotland, I continued to “stumble across” articles related to the many connections between Egypt and Scotland/Ireland. The information was fascinating ~ studies showing that many of the mummified pharaohs had been blond- or red-haired, blue-eyed Caucasians; archaeological finds in Scotland of tombs and necklaces that were nearly identical in time and styling to those of the boy-king Tutankhamun; and many overlaps in the beliefs held by the ancient Druids and the ancient Egyptians.

In the same week, I learned that the Stone of Destiny, which had captured my attention since I first heard of it several years ago and which not only appeared in the display of crown jewels in Edinburg Castle but also in stories related to the Isle of Iona ~ was actually brought to Scotland by an Egyptian princess. What?!

It seems that the Egyptian princess Scota, also known as Meritaten, was the daughter of the pharaoh Akenhaten and Queen Nefertiti, and half-sister to Tutankhamun. She married a Scythian prince named Gaythelos. During a period of political unrest, Scota and Gaythelos fled Egypt for Spain, bringing the Stone of Destiny with them and eventually making their way to Ireland.

In another legend, with much confusion around dates, the Egyptian princess Scota married Milesius of Spain. Their sons were the Milesians who fought in a legendary battle against the Tuatha Dé Danann {the people of the Goddess Danu}, a race of giants with supernatural powers. During this battle, in which the warrior princess Scota was killed, the Tuatha Dé Danann were defeated. Legend has it that they were allowed to stay in Ireland, but only underground. Thus they became known as the ‘Sidhe’ (pronounced “Shee”), the people of the fairy mounds.

It seemed that these powerful feminine energies of Hathor and Scota were making themselves known, wanting me to understand the connection between Egypt and the lands of Scotland and Ireland. The myths, legends and theories are all over the map on this one, including the idea of a common heritage dating back to the times of Atlantis.

Did some of the ancient Egyptians migrate westward to found the lands currently known as Scotland and Ireland ~ or were they actually returning to a homeland they originally inhabited prior to the Great Flood?…

Left: Rosslyn Chapel, Scotland | Right: Lady Chapel in Rosslyn Chapel
Left: Hathor, Egyptian goddess | Right: Egyptian princess Scota (Meritaten)

Following the Flow to Iona

I left Edinburgh, intending to go directly across the country to the Isle of Iona. I ended up making my way there more slowly, however, called as if by sirens to visit several key places along the way ~ places which I only later found to be linked to King Arthur, the Isle of Iona, and a mystical monk named Columcille (or St. Columba) who founded a monastery on Iona in the mid-6th century. These places included:

  • the Holy Isle of Lindisfarne, the medieval seat of Aidan, an Irishman and a Culdee from Iona.
  • Perth and Scone Palace, where the Stone of Scone (Stone of Destiny) was historically housed in the now-ruined Scone Abbey. The Stone of Destiny was brought by St. Columba to Iona in the 6th century AD.
  • Dunkeld ~ I went in search of a famed bakery {which was closed} and later found that this was where relics of St. Columba were said to be brought from Iona for safekeeping from Viking raids in 849 AD.
  • Aberlemno and the Pictish sculptured stones ~ standing stones variously dating between about AD 500 and 800, carved by the Picts. The Pictish were the ancient inhabitants of northern and eastern Scotland, at least partially matriarchal, and fierce warriors who painted themselves blue for battle. They left many stone carvings, and chalices {hmm}. As I later learned, Guinevere was actually a Pictish warrior queen/priestess who lived in the 6th century.
  • Fortingall ~ I went to see the oldest living tree in Europe, the Fortingall yew tree, which is thought to be approximately 5,000 years old. Yew trees had been appearing in so many of the places I’d been visiting in England. The yew is a sacred tree of the Druids. Unlike any other, the yew tree can go dormant yet remain green, hollowing itself out, for an indefinite period of time; when it is ready, it sends a shoot down through the hollow center of the tree and begins new growth again. For this reason, the yew is associated with the Tree of Life, with immortality and resurrection. Interestingly, Fortingall is also said to be the home for a time to Anna, grandmother of Jesus, and her beloved Joachim. Legend also has it that Fortingall is the birthplace of Pontius Pilate, the Roman governor who ordered the crucifixion of Jesus.
  • Glen Lyon, the incredibly lush and beautiful valley known as the Valley of the Lion, said to be named after King Arthur. Weaving and winding through this 34-mile valley is a tiny single-track road that is populated by more sheep than people. Sir Walter Scott described Glen Lyon as the “longest, loneliest and loveliest glen in Scotland.” In this pristine valley, I hiked for miles to an incredible spot that contains standing stones known as The Praying Hands of Mary.

The last three of these sites run along a ley line that runs east from Montrose to Iona in the west. In fact, three separate ley lines intersect in Fortingall, the home of the ancient yew tree {and more}.

Left: Glen Lyon ~ Scottish Highlands | Right: Scone Palace ~ Perth, Scotland
Left: Aberlemno sculptured stone | Right: Fortingall yew tree
Left: Roman aqueduct | Right: Praying Hands of Mary, Glen Lyon

Finally, it felt time for me to experience the mystical, magical Isle of Iona….

Iona, the Sacred Isle of Avalon and St. Columba

There is no other place on earth quite like Iona.
Like all Shamballah places, Iona shall always be.
Iona is a Grail-lit Isle. Iona is deathless.
On Iona one finds the Rainbow which bridges Heaven and Earth.
~ Elinore Dettiger

The Isle of Iona is a small island in the Inner Hebrides off the western coast of Scotland, barely three miles long and one mile wide, requiring two ferries from the mainland to get there.

Despite its small size and remote location, Iona had an incredible influence on the establishment of Christianity in Scotland, England, and throughout mainland Europe. Prior to that, however, Iona was a sacred place of the pagans. Its Gaelic name, Innis-nam Druidbneach means ‘Island of the Druids’.

I spent four days and three nights on Iona, exploring the magical island by foot from its boggy meadows to its white sand beaches.

On the morning of my last day there, I set out to hike Dùn I. Pronounced, Dunn-ee, ‘Dùn’ is Gaelic for hill, and ‘I’ is what Iona was once called. This mounded hill is the highest point on the island, and had been drawing my attention for days.

As I walked along the dirt road on the way to Dùn I, feeling so filled with joy on this bright sunny morning, I spotted a cow standing on the top of a mound in the distance. My mind thought, “Queen of the hill!” There is definitely a connection here with sacred cows ~ they appeared in so many potent experiences I had in my adventures through the UK. {More on the cow connection in another article.}

I was also hoping to locate The Well of Eternal Youth, which was supposed to be somewhere on Dùn I. The freshwater spring, which magically rises upward to the top of this hill that sits 333 feet above sea level, is especially associated with the goddess Brigid. Ancient Celtic myths speak of Brigid visiting Iona at midnight on the summer solstice. It is said that she blesses the waters of this little pool so that they carry healing for those who seek renewal.

After reaching the top of the hill and not seeing any sign of the well, I decided I would not go seeking for it. I sat at the top of Dùn I, leaning against the bee-hive shaped stone structure formerly used by the monks for solitude and meditation, the sun on my face, and put out this request: “If I am meant to find this sacred well, make it easy and effortless. Show me…”

Minutes later, I opened my eyes and my focus was drawn to a site marker nearby. I walked over to check out the marker and, as soon as I arrived there, I looked past it ~ right at the sacred pool, perched on the edge of a cliff. My heart leapt in joy, and I literally went skipping down the hill to the well!

In keeping with the myth of maidens finding eternal youth here, I splashed some of the cool, clear water on my face. After a few minutes, I decided to put my bare feet in the water. I was stunned to see my feet glowing red! Instantly, my mind flashed to the same red, iron-rich water that also flows through the glen behind Rosslyn Chapel and the gardens of the Chalice Well in Glastonbury. It seemed to be saying, “the magical healing powers of the goddess flows here.”

Left: Dùn I, Iona | Right: Holy cow!
Left & Middle: Well of Eternal Youth atop Dùn I | Right: white sheep, black sheep

After spending four days on Iona, one thought kept running through my mind: This place feels like the real Avalon.

Avalon is the mist-shrouded island in Celtic mythology that existed out of time and, in Arthurian legend, where the wounded warrior-knights would be taken for healing by the priestesses.

It turns out that my intuition may have been spot-on.

For several centuries before and after Christ’s birth, Iona was the site of a feminine mystery school, with a select gathering of priestesses known as the Priestesses of Ank {another possible connection to Egypt and the “ankh”}. The Isle of Iona was also known as Ì nam ban bòidheach ~ “the isle of beautiful women”.

Arthurian lore contains several tales of Nine Maidens or nine sorceresses, led by Arthur’s half-sister Morgan, who live on the Isle of Avalon and are both seeresses and healers. In one 12th-century Arthurian tale, the sisters receive the dying Arthur from Taliesin {Merlin}, who delivers him to them in the hope the priestesses could revive him. Their beautiful, wise and powerful queen Morgan herself takes the dying Arthur to Avalon.

In his extremely well-researched book King Arthur Conspiracy: How a Scottish Prince Became a Mythical Hero, Simon Andrew Stirling asserts convincingly that Iona is Avalon. Among many other supporting references, Stirling says that Iona was “the blessed isle ruled by Muirgeine and her nine beautiful maidens and the last resting place of the greatest hero Britain has ever known.”

In fact, forty-eight Scottish kings (including MacBeth), along with 4 kings from Ireland and 8 from Norway, are buried on Iona. Many believe that Iona is the final resting ground of Arthur mac Aedan, along with his great-great grandfather Fergus, his grandfather Gabhran, his great-great grand-uncles Lorne and Angus, and other members of his family.

in 563 AD, an Irish Celtic monk and missionary named Saint Columba (Latin for Columcille, meaning ‘dove’) arrived on the white sandy beaches of Iona with 12 warrior monks. There he founded his first Celtic monastery and set about converting most of pagan Scotland and northern England to the Christian faith.

Columba was one of the best scribes and copyists of illuminated manuscripts of his age. The most famous illuminated manuscript, the Book of Kells, is said to have been created at the Iona monastery, believed to have been brought to the Kells monastery in Ireland following a Viking raid on the Iona monastery in 806. {During my trip to Ireland one month later, I serendipitously visited the Book of Kells exhibition at Trinity College in Dublin. Only two pages of this ancient manuscript are displayed at a time. One of the two pages on display that day ‘just happened’ to begin with the words “Maria Magdalena”.}

St. Columba is also credited with bringing the Stone of Destiny from Ireland to Iona, using it in the coronation of Áedán mac Gabrán (the father of Arthur mac Aedan) as the Dál Riata king, or King of the Scots, in 574AD. This was the first recorded instance in the British isles of a king being anointed by a man of the Church.

It turns out that Columba and Áedán were quite at odds with each other, with Áedán representing the Old Way of the druids and Columba determined to extinguish paganism in favor of Christianity.

Apparently, St. Columba also banished women and cows from the island, claiming that “where there is a cow there is a woman, and where there is a woman there is mischief.” I suspect that this correlation between cows and women is related to the pagan worship of the Egyptian cow goddess Hathor, prevalent at the time.

Left: St. Martin’s Cross ~ Iona Abbey | Right: Iona Abbey
Left: St. Columba’s Bay ~ Iona | Right: St. John’s Cross ~ Iona Abbey

Iona, a Very Sacred Birthplace

To tell the story of Iona is to go back to God, and to end in God…. None can understand it who does not see it through its pagan light, its Christian light, its singular blending of paganism and romance and spiritual beauty. There is, too, an Iona that is more than Gaelic, that is more than a place rainbow-lit with the seven desires of the world, the Iona that, if we will it so, is a mirror of your heart and of mine. ~ Fiona MacLeod in ‘The Divine Adventure: Iona’, 1912

All of this rich history of the isle of Iona ~ the Druid center of influence; the presence of St. Columba and the spread of Christianity; and the ties to King Arthur, the Dál Riata kings and Grail lore ~ was made known to me only after I landed in Scotland.

I had been powerfully drawn to Iona for years for another reason ~ ever since hearing of a story that sent zings of truth and resonance through my body.

There is an oral tradition that holds that Mary Magdalene and Jesus together had a son named John Martinus, who was born on the Isle of Iona. It is said that Mary Magdalene left her son in the sanctuary of the priestesses who inhabited the remote island at the time, to be raised and initiated into the Mysteries.

Curiously, this holy isle is also known as the Isle of John. Two of the four main Celtic crosses at the Iona Abbey {pictured above} are St. John’s Cross and St. Martin’s Cross. Hmmm….

Kilmore Church, Dervaig, Isle of Mull, Scotland

A church in Kilmore, on the nearby island of Mull, contains a stained glass window that is said to depict Jesus and a very pregnant Mary Magdalene, with right hands clasped as in a hand-fasting. At its base is a Bible verse related to Mary of Bethany {one of the three Mary’s known as Mary Magdalene} ~ “Mary hath chosen that good part which shall not be taken away from her.” (Luke 10.42)

On the tombstone of Anna MacLean, the last Prioress of the Nunnery on Iona, who died in 1543, is an effigy of a woman and child with an inscribed dedication to “St. Maria.” The typical presumption would be that this relates to Mary, the Mother of Jesus and the Christ child. However, this woman is portrayed with long hair and is flanked by twin towers, both medieval symbols that denote Mary Magdalene. And note the sun and moon above her head, often symbolizing the sacred union of Jesus and Mary Magdalene, the marriage of the Sun god and the Moon goddess.

Tombstone of Anna MacLean, last Prioress of Iona Nunnery

Iona, a Prophecy of Peace

And then there is the Iona Prophecy, which I first learned of during my travels through Scotland. This prophecy says “The Christed One shall come again on Iona in the body of a mortal woman, with the Soul of Mary Magdalene.”

According to the author William Sharp, writing as Fiona MacLeod in 1910:

A young Hebridean priest once told me how, ‘as our forefathers and elders believed and still believe, that Holy Spirit shall come again which once was mortally born among us as the Son of God, but, then, shall be the Daughter of God. The Divine Spirit shall come again as a Woman. Then for the first time the world will know peace’.
And when I asked him if it were not prophesied that the Woman is to be born in Iona, he said that if this prophecy had been made, it was doubtless of an Iona that was symbolic, but that this was a matter of no moment, for She would rise suddenly in many hearts, and have her habitation among dreams and hopes.

For me, this speaks to the epic shift in humanity’s consciousness that is currently underway ~ the rise of the Divine Feminine, after eons of dominance and suppression, allowing for the feminine and masculine energies within each of us to be integrated and balanced in a divine dance of harmony.

This is the sacred union that is at the heart of Sovereign Unity consciousness, which will bring peace to this world.

Several years ago when I was first “waking up,” I would be led down insane rabbit-holes of research, with every link I clicked taking me deeper into some new magical mystery of the universe. After a few months of this, I began to notice a pattern coming through loud and clear. It didn’t matter what I entered as a Google search term ~ at some point, the bread-crumb trail would inevitably lead me to Mary Magdalene.

My sense is that the truth of the lives, love and teachings of Yeshua and Mary Magdalene ~ Christos-Sophia consciousness ~ is the thread that flows through timelines, weaving together ancient Scotland & Ireland, the Tuatha Dé Danann, ancient Egypt, Biblical times, King Arthur & the Knights of the Round Table, and the Knights Templar. Far from being random people and times scattered across the ages, these mythic figures and epochs show up for me as facets that spiral around the same unifying column of Holy Grail energy.

{Click here to read The Hero’s Journey of Grail Leadership.}

Left: White sand and crystal clear water of Iona | Right: Iona from Dùn I

In the Footsteps of Grail Kings

After a solid week of non-stop travel and exploration, feeling like I was drinking from a fire hose of synchronicity and dot-connections, I decided that I wanted to find a quiet bed & breakfast in the middle of nowhere to take a breath, to write and to integrate all that had been coming to me.

Drawn by a photo of a claw-foot bathtub in the bedroom, rave reviews of the delicious breakfast and friendly hosts, and a tiny town I’d never heard of in Western Scotland, I booked a two-night stay in a B&B in Kilmartin. It seemed to be in the middle of nowhere and yet only an hour drive from the ferry terminal in Oban where I would arrive from Iona.

Ahh, the perfect place to do nothing, rest and write. {cue the Universe snickering}

The night before I left Iona, I looked up the town of Kilmartin to get directions. Here’s the first thing I found:

The area spans 5,000 years with a multitude of cairns, standing stones, carved rock, stone circles, forts and castles. Kilmartin Glen is considered to have one of the most important concentrations of Neolithic and Bronze Age remains in Scotland. There are more than 350 ancient monuments within a six mile radius of the village, with 150 of them being prehistoric.

In that moment, I knew that my stay in Kilmartin would not be filled with rest, relaxation and writing…..

I spent the next couple of days zipping all over Kilmartin Glen, exploring the most amazing stone circles, passage tombs, burial cairns, and prehistoric rock art dating back 5,000 years.

Kilmartin Glen ~ Left: burial cairn | Right: prehistoric rock art
Left: Grave slabs of medieval knights | Right: Standing stone circle, Kilmartin Glen

What I did not yet know, however, was that I had unwittingly dropped myself into the heart of the medieval Dál Riata and the true home of the flesh-and-blood man who inspired the Arthurian legend.

One morning at breakfast, my B&B host pointed toward the wall of windows and the beautiful expanse of uninhabited land that stretched out from their property. “That is Moine Mhor, one of the largest remaining peat bogs in Britain and a wetland habitat reserve. And the hill you see on the other side is Dunadd.”

I asked him, “What is the significance of Dunadd?” He turned and looked at me with surprise, saying “Isn’t that why you’re here?”

He then informed me that Dunadd was a hilltop fortress and royal capital of the Scottish kingdom of Dál Riata.

On a boulder at the top of Dunadd, a footprint depressed in the rock marks the coronation spot where the Gaelic kings were symbolically married to the land they were to rule ~ a consort to the female nature spirit which the Gaels worshipped. Nearby on the same stone is a Pictish carving of a wild boar {also associated with Arthurian lore} and a bit of ancient Ogham script that contains part of a Gaelic name.

Fergus Mór, a descendant of Scota and Gathelus {of Stone of Destiny fame} and son of Erc, the king of the Irish Dál Riata, sailed from Ireland to become the first king of the Dál Riata Scots in 496AD. Also known as Fergus the Great, he had the Stone of Destiny brought from Ireland for use in his coronation atop the hill of Dunadd.

It was also on this hilltop that in 574AD Fergus Mór’s great-grandson, Áedán mac Gabrán, became the first king in the British isles to be anointed by a man of the Church ~ St. Columba of Iona.

Áedán mac Gabrán was the father of Arthur mac Aedan, who is the man behind the legend of King Arthur. {Although Arthur was a revered leader of kings, especially in battle, he was never actually crowned king, having been killed while his father King Aedan was still alive.}

Kilmartin Glen would become the heart of this Gaelic kingdom. Out of all the places I could have ‘randomly’ chosen to stay after Iona, I am awestruck at the magic and synchronicity that brought me directly into the historic homeland of Arthur and the Grail knights.

I will never forget the feeling that moved through me as I stood on the top of Dunadd, placed my foot in the carved footprint, and spontaneously dropped to one knee.

Left: Footprint carved on Dunadd | Right: if the shoe fits…
Left: view from atop Dunadd | Right: Crinan Canal lock near Kilmartin

Long after all the eye witnesses and those who carried the oral traditions of those epic times have passed on, the land and the stones are still holding the true stories of these mythic legends ~ and they seemed to be activating some cellular memories held deep within me.

History is written by the victors. ~ Winston Churchill

With all that I have learned since arriving in Scotland, and all that I experienced while there, I have no doubt that the actual home of the “once and future king” known as Arthur, the Grail Knights, and the true isle of Avalon, are in Scotland.

It is clear that those wielding oppressive and mighty powers, imposing Christianity by force on this ancient and wild homeland of the pagans and Druids ~ those who ultimately ruled the land that would become England ~ had rewritten history and claimed the Arthurian legends as their own.

The spirit of the Old Way, however, is an eternal flame that cannot be extinguished ~ the true Holy Grail. It lives today in the cellular memory of our DNA, treasure long buried behind layers of protection and scar tissue, waiting to be revealed as we touch into our wounds and feel them, allowing that life-force energy to run freely again through our veins. It lives on in the energies held in safekeeping by the stones, and it lives on in the energies that flow through the ley lines and telluric currents of the earth.

It seems that when these two pieces of the puzzle meet ~ when the memories held in the physical bodies of those who are earnestly seeking or have glimpsed the divinity within themselves come into contact with the energies held in the sacred sites on the land ~ magic happens, Grail codes become activated, and we are ignited into life in the unconditional realm, restored to immortality in the knowing that we are inextricably connected to each other, to our ancestors, to our progeny, and to the elementals of the land and this majestic planet.

What a brilliant mechanism for protecting this sacred energy! After eons of the truth of the Old Way being brutally destroyed through oppression, persecution and manipulation, we devised a fail-safe way to preserve this energy and protect the sacred until the time when humanity was ready to live into this way of being with reverence, honor and stewardship ~ a time when we could truly embody the consciousness of Sovereign Unity, step into servant leadership, and live in harmony, abundance and prosperity.

That time is now. We are the once and future kings and queens, the Grail Knights, the priestess-healers, and the stewards of the Camelot of this new age….

Glen Lyon, Western Highlands, Scotland