The Golden Grail: The Rise of the Magdalene Witches Summer Solstice Soul Gathering 2023

“We made a pact to return.

With teachings intact,

collectively we rise

to complete our golden grail promise.”

Dear Reader,

I've being holding something close to my heart. Something that's being unfurling since the divine spark of inspiration ignited within me, with the help of Brigid's Flame at Imbolg.

You most likely already know of my witch awakening experiences since that fateful day on 8-8-2020 of my descent into Edinburgh's dungeons. Going on mock trial by that wig wearing judge on his wooden pulpit. Him armed with his wooden hammer. Me infused with a deep soul knowing that this time, in this life, I will not be burnt at the stake for upholding this great lore of my divine truth. No, no, no.

The resultant trilogy of WITCH summits brought deep witch healing in 2020; a collective witch rising in 2021 AND a global reclamation of The Round Table Portal & Throne in 2022.

Now, in 2023, it is with my greatest honour and pleasure to invite you to this, my 5th Global Online Event called

The Golden Grail:

The Rise of the Magdalene Witches

Summer Solstice Soul Gathering

~ Where emerald crystal hearts merge with golden resonance, resurrecting our divine spark within ~

16 - 21 June, 2023

You can find out more and join The Golden Grail: The Rise of the Magdalene Witches Summer Solstice Soul Gathering 2023 by clicking here to register for free.

I created this trailer for you where I speak about my inspiration for this soul gathering event. Watch it by clicking here to feel the energy of what I and 25 other speakers are calling forth within the golden grail chalice container in the name of Magdalene Witch.

​This is now our time.

The time of the Magdalene Witch to reclaim all that was stolen and locked in golden tabernacle.

Our bread,

our blood,

our wisdom and gnosis.

Reclaiming what was always ours in the first place. They had no right to strip us of our treasures.

These, our golden Magdalene codes held within the wisdom of our eternal soul.

We are calling all these soul parts home to heal back to wholeness in this greatest reunion of all - this soul epic soul gathering event.

The golden grail portal is now open.

Come, step inside and join this unique online event for free, infused with deep Magdalene Witch love and fierce

Rebalancing the scales back to harmonious equilibrium whilst resting back into our new earth called 5D Tara.

So I am calling on you as Magdalene Witch, Mystic, Priest, Priestess, Sorcerer and Druid. Great weavers of golden Christos light.

Gather your golden threads to spin our collective webs. We are weaving ourselves anew.

There is no cost to attend this soul gathering.

Simply register for FREE by clicking here.

When you register, you’ll receive the event schedule and joining details directly to your email inbox. We begin on 16 June with my LIVE opening ceremony and talk at 6pm UK time, BST.

I can't wait to join global forces with you.

Le grá / with love,

Eimear Stassin​
Your Soul Gathering Creator & Host

​www.eimearstassin.com​

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PS: This year’s amazing line-up of soulful speakers are:

Annemiek Van Helsdingen Live, Alegna Moss, Aletheia Pistis Sophia, Amantha Murphy, Cali White, Cheryl Prince Live, Danielle Rama Hoffman, Denise Alamo & LuLu Live, Dottie Lamoureux Live, Elizabeth Bercovici, Indigo Angel, Jane Burns, Janet Connor, Jennifer Connolly, Jocelyn Star Feather, Kate Ballo, Laura Eisenhower, Marguerite Rigoglioso, PhD, Mary McLaughlin, PhD, Peggy Reeder Moore, Phoenix Popiolek, Tash Mitch, Tayria Ward, PhD, Veronica Goodchild, PhD, Wyn Tyrie and your summit creator and host, Eimear Stassin Live.

PPS: Here are some of our Trailblazing Topics:

• The Golden Grail: The Rise of the Magdalene Witches - HerStory

• Redefining Witch

• Lemurian Implants

• The Return of the Cathars

• Righting and Retrieving your Souls Story - Rebirthing the Earth through Soul Sovereignty rather than Sacrifice

• Manifesting Multidimensional Abundance with Magdalene Energy

• Raising The Red Flag

• Becoming the Living Magdalene

• Sacred Sexual Abundance

• FIRE & ROSES ~ Walking the Path of the Red Witch Priestess

• The Ancestral Irish Keen

• Goddess Trees of the Celts and the Gift of the Great Song

• Journeying to a Time Before the Great Woundings ~ Opening Portals of Light & Remembrance

• The Magdalene Mysteries and the Path of the Blue Rose: How the Celestial Grail Codes are helping us to Awaken today

• Eden and the Quest for the Holy Grail

• The Historic Magdalene

PPPS: You can join The Golden Grail: The Rise of the Magdalene Witches Summer Solstice Soul Gathering 2023 by clicking here to register for free.

Brigid's Flame: Awakening the Spirit of the Celtic Lands Within You

I woke the other week to the sight of Brigid standing before me. I sat up with a start and asked why she was there.

She didn’t reply, but held her steady gaze upon me.

That gaze was as still as the flame she was holding.

It was the eve of Brigid’s Day. Her day. Marking the turning of the seasons from Winter Solstice into Imbolg. The changing of the goddesses from Cailleach to Brigid.

“You’re early”, I said.

Still, she didn’t reply.

That flame she was cradling appeared to get bigger. Expanding in the palm of her hands. Mesmerising my awakening eyes.

“I don’t know if I’m ready for the glow of your fire”, I said. “I like the darkness you see. Can I stay here a bit longer, in this warm winter womb, in this place of relative safety?”

With that, she sparked to life.

Her flame now surrounding her. She was silhouetted in the brightest of light.

She took a step towards me and began to recite:

“I have held this flame for eons for you. Since time began. This flame is an ancient being of pure elemental fire. I stand before you today to remind you of this flame. It is indeed a flame of remembrance.”

She continued:

“This is my time”, she said. “The threshold time of Brigid. We're stepping into Tara and continuing to seed this new earth.”

She handed the flame to me. It became a tiny spark which felt warm in the palm of my hand.

“Nurture this flame.

Connect with this flame.

Feed it with your desire.

Feel this flame.

Dance this flame.

Honour your inner fire.”

And with that, she was gone.

Brigid is one of the first goddesses whose energies I began feeling many years ago. She is such a powerful space holder as keeper of the sacred flame. As triple goddess, she represents many aspects of who we are becoming. Her energies are so very strong at this time. When she visited me last week, I knew I had to take heed.

Because of this,

I'm delighted to invite you to join my newest writing series

called

Brigid's Flame:

Awakening the Spirit of the Celtic Lands Within You

 Watch my webinar here where I speak about Brigid.

For 21 weekdays (starting on 15 Feb 2023), with Brigid holding space with her flame, I will delve into topics such as:

·       Irish mythology from my lived experience of growing up in Ireland and walking upon these sacred Irish lands

·       The impact of Irish Emigration

·       The potato famine – the great hunger

·       The loss, grief and pain that is still held within these lands

·       Healing the Colonial Wound and the curse it’s placed upon our lands

·       Excavating the truth of Ireland’s ancient wisdom for modern times

·       The land of Ireland as our teacher

·       And who knows what else will want to come through!

Join me in this free writing series where I write to you over the next 21 weekdays. We begin on 15 February 2023.

Register for free here in order to receive these daily emails straight to your inbox.

Allow yourself to open to the spirit of the Celtic lands that wishes to awaken within you.

Le grá / with love,

Eimear xxx

Sweet Magdalena

Today, 24 February, is the 29th anniversary of my father's death.

This poem emerged from him through me for you.

His name was Arthur, Art for short.

Read the poem below or watch me recite it live by clicking here (with a little visit from my dog Riley!).

Magdalene speaks:

His final word.

His final breath.

Resting now.

Lest we forget.

From Mount Carmel hospital

to Mount Venus grave.

Dublin mountains,

Art The Brave!

Resurrection.

Death to life.

A visitation

Late one night.

My disbelief turned to grief

In that moment,

bereft,

I knew you were gone.

You teach me now,

your earthen daughter.

You bless me with

your holy waters

of wisdom, knowledge,

ancient teachings.

These are the prayers

from all his preachings.

I feel your presence

Stronger than ever

I love you deeper

Now and forever.

19 years

we lived together

at home in Dublin

whatever the weather!

Together we’ll write

the book from our hearts.

Divine father,

holy child.

Egyptian mysteries

Magdalene sisters

Cathars, Essenes

and of course the witches!

Filling the gaps

of what was omitted.

Correcting the distortions

of what was scripted.

Stuck souls thawed

with dragons breath.

Released, healed

home to source.

Emerald hearts shall rise again.

Five months after your final breath,

You saved me from undoubtable death.

So with my breath of life I speak

of resurrection. We’re diving deep!

Into the mysteries,

wisdom and gnosis.

Resurrecting the truth

of what was stolen.

Art responds:

With golden crown

and wings of Isis

I Knight you now

Sweet Magdalena.

Priestess, witch, holy daughter.

Resurrection Teachings.

You are the sorcerer.

Dissolving density.

Ascending consciousness.

Born anew.

Rebirth young daughter.

5D Tara.

7D Gaia.

Return to love.

Your heart’s desire.

In the temple of Dendera,

Mother Mary, Hathor, Isis,

Here we wait

for you.

Brigid’s Flame: Magdalene flame.

Your inner flame

That guides forever.

We are the Magdalenes.

We’re back together!

All that was suppressed,

distorted

resting on unlikely altars.

Reclaim that gnosis.

Tabernacle flung wide open.

Now reclaim what was stolen.

Golden chalice, water, wine,

his bread; my body,

all that’s divine.

We come in peace,

to correct the story

We come in glory.

We are the story.

Yeshua walked

upon these lands.

Apostles dear,

reach out your hand.

Magdalene sisters,

blood red.

Resurrecting souls,

living and dead.

Be not afraid,

I go before you.

Divine Fathers,

we adore you.

Follow me.

Home to source

Follow the flame.

Eye of Horus.

Cruxification wasn’t that pleasant.

Humanity’s deepest darkest oppression.

Power over or source connection?

Please pay very careful attention.

We are here.

We hold the flame.

The way of the rose

Golden grail.

Inner union

with the mysteries.

Golden rose.

Resurrection.

Magdalene sisters

Surround you now.

Step forth. Be brave.

Sweet Magdalena.

Join me in lighting a candle today for Art and all who have lost loved ones to the spirit world. Brigid's flame burns bright in their memory.

This is day 8 of 21 days of writing exploring Brigid’s Flame: Awakening the Spirit of the Celtic Lands Within You. You can still register for free by clicking here.

Join us for more magic and sorcery at the in-person Witches Rise Up Equinox Retreat Scotland 2023. Connect to your innate magic by awakening the Spirit of The Celtic Lands Within You.

​Click here to find out more.

Le grá / with love,

Eimear x

I Buried The Book in the Bog

I buried the book in the bog.

I died for it.

I had to.

It was inevitable.

Unavoidable.

I wasn't going to let that book be destroyed. It held the meticulous script and texts. Written in a sacred tongue, preserving oral lore.

So I gave up my life to preserve the book.

Sacrificing myself.

The horse reared up above me with a strong soldier atop. My crumpled form lay there, adorned with brown robes and brown wooden cross. I held on for hope until the very end.

I died upon that very bog where the sacred text lay buried.

As my body returned to the earth,

SHE gathered me home.

Holding me in her arms;

consumed by her immortal soils

as I became one with HerStory.

She sang me home to source.

We knew the bog would preserve our stories. We knew the texts were safe beneath those soils. Cradled within the roots of our ancient tree ancestors. Preserved alongside their gold.

Until such time as we felt the vibrations as messengers,

calling us to rise up,

for our stories NOW to be told.

Their cries rang out along the ley lines.

The ground rumbled her response.

Uphold the gold in these sacred texts that tell of the ancient lore. Of cosmic stories passed down in whispers direct to the hearts of the story keepers.

Uphold the gold!

The oracles, seers and witches.

The druids, monks and priests.

The bards, priestesses and nuns.

We are The Poets of old.

Oh wait til you read of our true adventures.

Of our deep knowings and spells!

Oh wait til you gaze upon the magic symbols that will crack your heart wide open!

We are resurrecting The Truth in these stories, encased in pure elemental gold.

We are resurrecting The Golden Grail by waving our magic wand.

Resurrecting the truth of Tara, of these ancient, timeless lands.

Resurrecting the knowing of what's possible now as we reach out our ancestral hands to you to walk into new ways of being.

We are your ancestors of then and now.

We are your future knowings.

We ask that you write us back into the scriptures now, remembering the sacred texts of Éiriú.

These books that you buried in the bog hold all of the ancient mysteries.

We ask you to remember now, all that you buried in that bog because...

Now it is safe for the wisdom to return.

It is safe to share all that you learnt, through the endless lifetimes you reincarnated here.

Including those lifetimes where you were burnt.

We ask for you to share this knowledge now.

Write, paint and draw.

Chant these mantras to remember your courage:

I am safe now.

It is safe now.

Your words are a gift to the world.

This is part of your legacy.

By honouring The Witches & Druids.

By honouring all those Wise Ones ~ their voices want to flow through you.

My whole body shuddered and trembled with all of this ancient knowing. As these words flowed through me, I knew that it was time.

I planted that book in the bog then to be found now at this time. To call all that wisdom back for the here and now!

I planted it like a seed that would sprout for these times to resurrect the gold.

This is the word of the witch and I shall keep my word!

I leave you with 3 last commands:

1. Resurrect Your Gold.

2. Excavate Your Truth.

3. Uncover the seeds of what you hid eons ago to support you and your work now in this lifetime.

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Within the fertile bog lies your gold.

With love,

Eimear xxx

{Newgrange Transmission} Oh Bitter Sweet Solstice

Newgrange at Brú na Bóinne taken on my visit during Aug 2022

The ancient heartbeat of Newgrange at Brú na Bóinne in Ireland's Ancient East has being calling out to me these past few days as we step over the threshold from Samhain into the season of Winter Solstice.

Aligned to the rising Winter Solstice sun as he rises above the outline of Red Mountain to slowly slowly begin to shine his celestial golden rays onto Newgrange, or Sí an Bhrú, to first activate the spiral rock art of the entrance stone with golden infused light codes and then make his way through the roofbox above the Pi Portal.

Creeping his golden rays up up along the narrow passageway, just like the birth canal, the golden rays eventually reach the central womb shaped inner chamber which bursts into magical golden hues, activating everything that he touches, almost reaching the triple spiral carved into the orthostat in the west recess, but doesn't quite because of the unnatural tilt of the earth's axis that knocks this monument slightly out of alignment.

This spectacle takes about 17 minutes in total as the sun then retreats as he rises higher in the sky and the womb of Bóinn rests in peace in darkness once again. This illuminated alignment occurs for longer than previously thought - nearly a whole month in duration.

I have a lot to share about Newgrange since it's a place that I have visited 3 times in the last few years.....feeling the call every time to learn and experience more as I walk upon these sacred lands.

During the Mentorship for Witches class yesterday, we resurrected our gold as we went into a deep meditation into Newgrange and also to Ancient Egypt.

Prior to the class, this poem came through in chunks yesterday as I went about my morning which I then had to share thanks to The Cailleach Witch. I share this with you now in spoken and written form in the hope that it too activates you to resurrect your gold at this time.

​Click here to listen or read on below.

Oh Bitter Sweet Solstice

Where were you in our moment of need?

Where were you when we needed you most?

We were left to starve as you trampled across our land. Told we were stupid, dirty and lazy.

Where were you when they exported the food and left none for us?

Our people exiled; our language quenched. Families split apart.

To Hell or to Connaught my arse! Shame on you Oliver Cromwell!

How dare you step upon our land and claim it as your own.

How dare you claim rights over the indigenous people of this land.

How dare you claim your entitlement to what was not yours to take. Renaming our ancient sites and “taming” our untameable wild natures.

Casting a colonial curse upon the bloodied land.

Yet the rising had to come from within in the end when no outside help was to be had. Such as the 1916 Rising where they fought back to reclaim our lands.

To fight for sovereign freedom and self rulership. To paint post boxes green again and wave the Irish flag.

But where were you when we needed you most to dig us out of our plight?

Where were you when we needed you most. 'Tis a bitter sweet day.

Now you come to celebrate. Now you sing and dance upon the land. As the light penetrates the deep winter darkness, oh bitter sweet solstice child.

Now you come in your droves to the land of Éiriú. Like they did in ancient times.

Now you come.

With you we stand still as a holy daughters of the sun.

We stand together in silence and reverence for all that has unfurled upon these lands.

She reaches out her gnarly ancient crone hand.

She rests it upon my shoulder.

She leans in with mossy earthy breath:

I’ve always been here dear child of mine. I have always been here. You were never abandoned even when it felt you were. I have always been here. Never abandoned you and never will.

Sweet solstice child.

Let me hold your bitterness in my outstretched hands. Your bitterness rattles my bones. Let me hold and cradle your bitterness now. Let me witness your anguish and pain.

I watched the horror play out.

I fed you when you were hungry.

I walked with you as you left the land that could no longer support you.

I left on the coffin ship with you as you sailed to far off lands.

As the ocean lurched and swelled, I held your dying hand.

I hold your hands in mine now and ask you to heed my loving command.

When you reclaim your Irish Ancestry, please remember this, my Cailleach Command.

Continue to heal all that rises within you as you tread upon this land. Lay to rest those who couldn’t. The responsibility is yours now. Your ancestors depend on you now. This is your passport to our new Earth. Calling the children of Tara home.

Understand our history of a freedom fought and the many lives lost.

As Newgrange puts on her spectacle, she sheds light upon our recent past to bring healing to the land.

We’re being called to look beyond our senses. To see and hear the story behind the story. To know the distortions of the truth. The battles that have happened upon this land. Look beyond the surface. Lift the veil of deception and amnesia to reveal the truth and true power of what it is to walk upon these lands.

May the rain fall down upon us to cleanse our souls.

May the fire ignite within to purge away the old his stories and spark to life the true divine flame of remembrance within.

May the air blow away the cobwebs and whisper divine messages as we walk soles to soil to activate the healing process of these memories within. The collective healing continues.

For she calls on us to be fierce. To strip away the lies.

She calls on us to rise up divine feminine and divine masculine in circles of protection empowering each and every one of us.

She walks with us on this soul journey home.

Cast your eyes over to the horizon towards the red mountain. Sliabh Rua.

Watch as the first rays of golden rising sunlight births the new day forth. Wait and allow this golden infused fiery sun to fill you with the golden rays of its emanation.

Oh golden child of mine. For you are golden, timeless and ancient. The solstice calls us to stand still with the sun at this threshold time.

To step into the womb.

The void.

The nothingness.

Oh sweet solstice child.

Newgrange entrance taken on my visit in Aug 2022

Let me know what this activates within you at this powerful threshold time.

With lots of solstice love,

Eimear

Dear Éiriú: There’s a Blight that Sits Upon These Coveted Lands

It angers me when I see Ireland solely portrayed as the mystical, magical island that She of course is. There’s a whole lot more to the story that lives out upon these coveted lands.

This anger rumbles deep within me, like a suppressed volcano that is waiting, waiting, for His time to erupt and spew out newly born molten lava flares from the mouth of The Mother. It surprises me when it arises. I feel a certain kind of protectiveness over these lands, just like the protectiveness I feel over my children and all that is precious and sacred in my life.

I visited the Famine Monument last month when I went home to Dublin. As I stood there witnessing the plight of 1,490 tenants forced to leave their home and, in May 1847, walk 165 km to Dublin docks.

It was part of an “assisted emigration scheme” organised by their landlord from where they took the coffin ship to Quebec in this instance, to start a new life.

The landlord, after evicting them, tore down their houses to make sure that they could not return. With rations of sugar, tea and bread, they made this epic journey, carrying and supporting each other as best they could.

There’s an ache in the bellies of the Irish Psyche.

Pangs of hunger in the Irish heart.

A worn forlornness born out of a land that’s been torn apart throughout history over the eons.

Divided and conquered.

Suppressed and oppressed.

Lands stolen and dominated making it illegal and dangerous to practise the indigenous crafts and speak the native tongue.

Gaeilge.

An Teanga.

The soul voice of the land.

Mythology distorted; stories changed to suit the intentions of the writers.

I feel this deeply. It’s hard to know where to start or end with the story of our land, and of course it is an eternal spiral of death and rebirth. Carved into the stones as symbolic messages to decode and share.

So I ask you, Éiriú, how can I best honour you and my ancestors at this time?

She replies:

Be our voice.

Speak our stories.

Honour our flesh and bones upon native soil. Home grown on the lands of Éiriú.

Don’t shy away from what’s painful.

Don’t use the name of Ireland to profit only your pockets.

Turn gently towards all of that painful history that’s still embedded in the bones of the collective.

Make it ok to speak about these wounds – the colonial wounds and all these wounds deeply felt by the people of Ireland.

When you speak this loosens the density of the shame and silence that’s holding these lands captive. This sets your cells free organically, naturally repairing your DNA as the pain releases and returns to earth source to be transmuted home to truth.

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During the times of the Great Hunger / The Irish Famine / An Gorta Mór, when a blight caused the potato crop to fail over many years during the 1800’s, millions died. Millions emigrated. Many died on those coffin ships. Those that arrived alive experienced hardship, racism, abuse and became enslaved by the systems and structures on these new lands. Others merged with the new ways and became very successful.

So many of us feel this ache of being exiled from ancestral lands.

Souls split apart.

Severed from indigenous Irish roots at the attempted soul stripping of the land.

An entire nation suppressed and silenced.

So when you tread upon these shores of the Emerald Isle, our door is always open to welcome you, and, please remember all those who have gone before you.

Dearest Éiriú,

It’s painful to write about these topics. Of the eons of heart ache and heart break. Yet I’m here now to honour my ancestors in the best way that I can.

I feel the blight that sits upon these coveted lands and I walk with you to heal home to whole soul truth with each and every step I take, soles to soil, on my individual soul journey at this time.

Will you pick up the flag in their honour now?

Will you bear witness to these wounds within you?

Can you reconcile all these exiled soul parts by calling each and every one of them home?

In the words of Laura Eisenhower “We have to have clear truth in order to heal.”

In honour to all of you at this Samhain threshold moving into Winter Solstice.

Eimear x

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Irish Famine Memorial, Dublin - I took this photo in November 2022.