2 years ago today, I was hosting a retreat upon the sacred Celtic lands of Scotland. That weekend we switched off from the outside world and communed with the spirit of the land, the stones, the elementals and of course each other, the group that were called to join that particular retreat.
Word reached us of the attack in Gaza / The State of Palestine / Israeli-occupied West Bank. We gathered in circle and prayed for all those suffering in war, division, separation, lack of safety, violence, cruelty, dehumanisation, torture, hatred, inhumanity. While we were singing and praying, dancing barefoot around the standing stones, bombs rained down on the people of Gaza with deadly drones hovering overhead to complete the job.
Last week I watched live as the Global Sumud Flotilla sailed across the Mediterranean sea to bring humanitarian aid to the people of Gaza who have suffered so so much. Another epic attempt to reach Gazan shores to bring basic supplies. 44 boats with 462 people on board. The flotilla is described on their website as:
"...a coalition of everyday people—organizers, humanitarians, doctors, artists, clergy, lawyers, and seafarers—who believe in human dignity and the power of nonviolent action."
Ordinary people who heeded the call from over 40 different countries worldwide. A grassroots movement. I could feel the hope rising within me.
I also watched on social media as the people lined up along the shores of Gaza. The azure blue sea rolling onto the golden white sand. Of children sitting on the sand drawing pictures in anticipation of the flotilla's arrival. Filled with hope and joy. Some hoping for chocolate and sweets. Others made tiny paper boats, coloured in red, black, white and green representing the Palestinian flag with the words "Global Sumud Flotilla" written in crayon on them.
A beautiful mediterranean scene infused with so much love, until the camera angle turns inland to a land reduced to rubble, flimsy tents and the constant hum of horror; or zooms in to the faces of the people ground down and desperate yet courageous beyond my comprehension. Turning up the volume to the incessant sound of planes, bombs and drones.
From my peaceful perch in Scotland, I cried and cried for the people of war. For the brave activists sailing on the sea. Knowing exactly what they are sailing into. And going there regardless.
I cried for everyone. For humanity.
For all of the people.
For the perpetrators - for they know exactly what they do.
But what use are my tears? When have tears ended world wars?
Then I came across a message on social media that is so infused with love and humility, it melted my heart, all the way from a girl on the Gazan shore:
"To of the Global Sumud Flotilla… Know that it’s not only the sea awaiting your arrival, but all of Gaza watching the horizon for your ships. The journey may not be easy, but the moment you set sail, you already broke the siege—your sails carry the voice of freedom echoing in our hearts. Sail with peace of mind… here in Gaza, we are waiting for you with prayers, with love, and with the certainty that victory is closer than we think." - https://www.instagram.com/juwayriya208
Even with all the raw horror of war, love shines through the tears.
Ireland was the first country to be colonised by England with the Norman Invasion in 1169. Described as a laboratory for the British Empire by Jane Ohlmeyer, Professor at Trinity College Dublin. So successful was their colonial lab work, that many of the culprits (including the formidable Black and Tans) travelled to Palestine where a British Mandate of suppression was eventually enforced and the colonial template re-enacted.
On and on goes history repeating itself. Stuck in a colonial mindset which is at the root of division, war, the current atrocities and man-made famine.
Whether you've been colonised or the coloniser, the mind-set is present within our DNA.
Within my DNA.
It's this colonial mind-set that has birthed colonial queens (and kings).
It's our patriarchal structure that raises patriarchal people.
That's why the Sovereign Queen is rising now. To remind humanity of who we are as pure, noble hearted beings. Those who have the heart to heal and the willingness to transform.
This, therefore, is my kind of activism. Rooted in the voices of the land that calls on the ancient new Queens codes to rise again from the inside out in a renewed strength, love and peace. As an antidote to war or feeling helpless.
What I can offer you today is an invitation to step into sacred circle with me to call back our soul fragments lost to the ravages of time. To witness, support, activate and heal so that you may express the pure illuminated Queen energies into your form of activism.
Details are below.
1) Carriers of the Wisdom: Keepers of the Code
Return to Tara: Resurrect Your Gold
~ Become the Sovereign Queen Embodied once again ~
This is an 8-week online ceremonial pilgrimage through the deep pure wisdom of Ireland. We begin on 29th October 2025.
CLICK HERE to find out more.
2) Queen Code Wealth Temple Immersion
In-Person Spring Equinox Retreat Scotland
27 - 29 March 2026
~ A foundationally immersive transmission for women who have been in service, but not in wealth to become the prosperous Queen on sacred Celtic lands ~
CLICK HERE to find out more.
I believe in human dignity and the power of nonviolent action.
I believe in love.
I believe in peace.
I believe in unity.
I believe in humanity.
I believe in freedom of expression.
I believe in multi-cultural diversity.
I believe in our ability to end all wars. To end all suffering.
I know this journey starts from within.
And I too carry the voice of freedom that echoes in my heart.
From my heart to yours.
I ngrá agus síocháin / in love and peace,
Eimear x