Shamanic Psychopomp and Recognising the Signs: A Calling to Tara Hill in Co. Meath, Ireland
Shamanic journey to Tara Hill, Ireland: recognising signs from land, ancestors, and spirit guides
On the 19th of December, a clear calling arose, not from thought, but from the land itself. A quiet, unmistakable pull guided me to Tara Hill, one of Ireland’s most ancient and sovereign sites. This was not a visit, but a return, a moment of listening, remembrance, and service.
Known as Teamhair na Rí, Tara has long been recognised as the spiritual heart of Ireland. For thousands of years it was the place where the High Kings were inaugurated, chosen not through authority alone, but through resonance with the land and higher order. The earthworks, mounds, and ancient pathways hold memory, still responsive to those who arrive with reverence.
At the summit stands the Lia Fáil, the Stone of Destiny a living threshold rather than a relic. In the old traditions it was said to sound when touched by the rightful sovereign. Standing beside it, there was a deep stillness, not empty, but attentive. A sense that the stone does not merely witness history, but actively listens.
Tara is inseparable from the presence of the Tuatha Dé Danann, the people of Danu and the fae folk, guardians of the subtle realms. As I attuned, guidance moved not as instruction, but as inner knowing. The land was awake, responsive, and aware.
After speaking my shamanic words, the atmosphere shifted palpably. The energy rose and settled, as though the land itself had paused to listen. Moments later, a large flock of crows appeared, flying directly over my head before descending onto the land in front of me. There were between fifty and one hundred, spread across the land, as if gathered together in silence.
One crow stood apart. It walked slowly and deliberately to the Lia Fáil, circling the stone as though sealing, guarding, or witnessing the work being done. In shamanic and ancient traditions, the crow is known as a gatekeeper between worlds. Their presence was not symbolic. It was responsive.
As the crows settled, another layer revealed itself, not through the physical eyes, but through inner sight. Waves of pink and green light moved gently across the land, as though the ancient mounds were breathing once more. Pink carried heart resonance and ancestral compassion; green flowed with renewal, healing, and living earth force returning to the grid.
The land did not feel dormant. It felt alive, aware, and remembering.
Shamanic work is not about seeking signs, but recognising them when they arrive. When land, spirit, animal, and intention align, the message is felt, through the body, the breath, and the field around us.
This work is service to the land, the ancestors, and the unseen worlds. To listen. To witness. To walk gently between realms. It is an honour to be called, and an honour to serve.
May the land remember its breath.
May the stones continue to listen.
May the guardians walk beside us unseen.
And may we honour the ancient paths with humility, truth, and care.
This journey at Tara follows the same thread of remembrance woven through Newgrange, Knowth, and Dowth , and the wider shamanic path shared through journeys between Tenerife and Ireland . Together, these places form a living continuum, sites that respond when approached with listening hearts.