Coral Sands update Irish folklore - How long before it works?
I remember how far I went to find LOVE and ROMANCE ... all the way to IRELAND!
For anyone wondering how well the Irish folklore of throwing coral sand over my left shoulder to find LOVE and ROMANCE is working. First though, I will give you a more detailed look into what happened a few days after throwing the sand.
Notes from my Irish daily journal:
The chest cold, now infection, is metaphysically GRIEF according to Jer
the Mind, Body and Spirit healer my friend Maureen insisted I see. I laid flat on my back on his massage table and he touched the lower end of my rib cage and felt the infection and said ‘this is pure grief’ and then grabbed handfuls of air from above my chest and threw out the infection and the grief out of my body. (he was actually getting a work out throwing fistfuls of air away from my body)
He gently asked me about my relationship with my Father (fishing for reasons of grief) and I said that my Dad died young at age 47 but he may be feeling grief from my husband Mac who had died a few years ago.
Poetry from the Burrens
I told him about the trip to Ireland being about the Irish Coral Sands legend. The symbolic trip to the Coral sands - then throw the sand over my left shoulder to find romance - being my true desire. He said that I was 'closed' and not 'open' for attracting a man ... that I am not yet released from grief. I adamantly said, and repeated several times, that I am definitely through all 'that'.
He was definite and strongly indicated that I must let the grief go. Needing to ’let go of’all or any regrets and residual guilt I continue to harbor. Of course I am surprised and shocked thinking that I have done the grief work to let go ... and am 99% sure that I am ready for love again.
Obviously, MUCH More work must be done in order to achieve my desire. I must be open for LOVE and Romance to come to me.
Jer noticed the gold heart necklace and the wedding ring I wore. I defended wearing these intimate pieces by saying that I moved the wedding ring from my left hand to my right hand. He said that the right hand ring finger is still the 'heart' finger. Take it off, and, take the heart necklace off. He shocked to me the core since I was really sure I had gotten through to the ‘other side’ of grief.
I need to put away my gold heart necklace and my wedding ring I adoringly wear on my right hand. I am not fooling anyone with that ... so, this morning I took it off. The tan line is there ... so I imagine that when that fills in ... I will have begun the journey ahead.
“Get your red dress on and have fun” - Jer said to me. He also assured me that this does not have to be a long process and that I could change my reality in a split second!
And, he then said I should write a book on bereavement for women. ‘Ah Ha’ moment there.... after telling him little about my writing and the story it may tell, he listened and then felt it necessary to direct me to writing on bereavement for women - in ‘simple words’, ‘your words from the heart’.
To travel this far, meeting the Poet Farmer, Patrick, who took me on a trek across the Burren hilltop. To be standing where a people lived and died with Gods, and Folklore and pure survival. To see the burial grounds of 3500 years past ... where the opening of the grave tells the date of their death by where the sun was setting during which season... good god I am drunk with learning.
Ireland, the place where I met my teachers to help me move forward and undo the chains of grief that still bound me...
Well now ... it is years later and nothing at all to report about Love and Romance! I sign up for an on-line dating site - then quit after a month or so, then go back on every 2 or 3 years. Once again I have decided it is not for me. Most of the photo's are like looking through the Sears clearance section!