The following was channelled in 2015 when I wanted to know who the Sidhe really were. I had been working with them for years, and knew them as a reclusive, faery-like race of beings. Yet, they were generous, and in many of their special places, they gave me gifts to help me, and others, do the necessary energetic work. Yet, at certain times, they tested our commitment as to whether we could conquer our fears enough to meet them in their sacred places. If we see only negative energy where they reside, we are not ready. If we see only a dark history and are afraid of the energy we feel, we are not ready. If we allow the fear of that darkness to turn us away, we are not ready. We must see the darkness for what it is, see through it, recognising it as purely a thoughtform and therefore not really real. When we can do that, we are ready.

The story they tell spans thousands of years, going back to the mesolithic period, at the end of the last Ice Age. Some of it also feels allegorical, but I love that there is hope at the end and the desire to work with us. If we can cross the bridge. I had often wondered, and am still unsure, if they are the Tuatha de Danaan, because they feel connected, and yet they also feel vibrationally different. The Tuatha feel more human; more The Ancestors, who now inhabit a liminal realm; the sidhe feel much more fairy-like, but, as they suggest, they were human once too. Perhaps they inhabit different realms and have been on earth far longer than our Tuatha de Danaan ancestors. But, whoever they are, I’m glad they share their knowledge with us, for the Goddess is the one thing they have in common.

Here is the Sidhe’s story.

“It was on a moonlit night that we first left our shores. None of us knew when we would return, as we faced towards the West,and headed into an unknown future. We knew we could not look homewards, for in so doing, our hearts would surely break. Our destiny lay ahead, on wayward shores. Would the people on those shores welcome us with open arms, or would they repel us with swords and shields.

“We knew not where our destiny would lead us, but we knew, without a doubt, that it would lead us somewhere. Our lives, whilst on that journey, wore long and hard, and there were times when we believed we would never reach the distant land. But we did, eventually.

“When we landed, we were greeted by our fore-runners: those brave souls, who by dint of their upbringing, were the privileged few to come to this new land years before us. We knew not what to expect from them, for they were older souls than we, and knew how to live in this wild place. They greeted us, as though we were family, and welcomed us into their homes. We wined and dined and ate our fill, but soon it became clear, that this was not our home. We were needed elsewhere, somewhere wilder and altogether forgotten.

“Once again, we packed our belongings and set off into the wilderness, hoping to find a place wherein we could settle. Ours was a heavy burden and at times we despaired of ever finding a place to settle in. After years of moving and searching we came to this land, the land of your ancestors.  It was a wild place, full of forests and untamed beasts. No-one had yet settled here and so, in the beginning, we could only inhabit the outer edges, close to the sea.

“The winters were harsh, and the summers short, and food was often in short supply. We learned how to fish and how to hunt in these new surroundings and learned to live, and survive, in this New Land. But we still did not feel this was our home, so one day, we picked up our belongings and began to move again.

“The going was slow, due to the dense vegetation, and many of us lost our lives, scrambling through the thickets only to fall to our deaths over a sudden sheer cliff and into deep valleys below. We were lost, indeed. Until one day ,we found an area close to the sea, but on a rise in the land, and we decided to rest here awhile. We cleared away the trees and scrub and made an empty place in the forest. In order to keep out wild animals, we built a palisade with a ditch outside it, and inside we built simple roundhouses of mud and wood. This became our home … for a while. We fished, we hunted, and life became less of a struggle.

“One day a new person arrived. He had been travelling alone, lost and scared and had found our settlement. We let him in and listened to his story. His settlement had been some distance away and it had been a good place to live. His father had been master of their people and his Mother, the living representative of the Great Mother in form. But there were those amongst the people who took no part in the running of the settlement. They wanted to contribute nothing, but spent their days in lazy self-indulgence. Their settlement began to split in two, some people supporting the camp and the others taking from it.

“It was decided that those who took from it could no longer dwell within it, but they disagreed, and rebelled. The young man’s parents were both killed and the settlement burned to the ground. The survivors went out into the forests to find other settlements, as no-one knew where the others were, or if indeed, there were any.

“When we heard this man’s tale, it was unanimously agreed that a network of lines should be established, to connect the settlements to each other. Marker stones would be erected showing the position, and directions, to each one. People were elected to find the other settlements and to put this idea to them. We reasoned we would be safer if we knew the whereabouts of each other. We could form alliances to keep ourselves safe. Now, not only were we protecting ourselves from animals, but from people too.

“And so they set off and, in time, many settlements were discovered, and nearly all of them agreed that it was a good idea. It would be harder for the rebels to rebel if they knew other settlements would come to the aid of their leaders, most of whom were fair, and devoted to maintaining the integrity of the settlement.

“Then it was decided that there should be central communities whose job it would be to oversee, and feed, their own group of settlements. Huge banks and ditches were created to mark out their territory, and smaller settlements were under the protection of the larger ones. To maintain balance, the larger settlements were built on hilltops, and could be seen by the others.

“All worked, for a time. The people lived abundant lives, peace reigned, with only minor grievences. But came a day when the invaders rolled up on our shores and everything changed. Our lives, our way of life, changed dramatically. We were no longer lords of our lands and one with the God and Goddess. Now we were outcasts, sent to the margins to exist, but still under the central control of those who wished to take everything we had created.

“Our people became the unwanted ones, as others joined forces with these new invaders, who promised them power and wealth. Some of us remained separate, nomadic travellers. We had returned to the old ways, but it was harder now. The invaders had taken our land, which they now controlled and so, they also controlled the food. We returned to hunting and fishing to feed ourselves. What we had created, to serve and support the communities, was now being used to control them, and there was nothing we could do to stop it.

“In despair we turned to the Goddess, and she told us to bide our time, that soon her ways would return and the ‘takers’ of this land would be gone and all that had once been, would be again. Reassured, we waited, ever staying in the background, watching as waves of new invaders arrived, taking from the takers. But alongside them, came people from another land and they could see our handiwork. We rejoiced, for we thought this was the time spoken of by the Goddess. But we were disappointed. They too were overtaken by the takers and all they built, they lost.

“Over and over again, we watched those who would take, overtake those who tried to bring back the balance. To us it seemed like ‘soon’ was just too far away, so we shrank back into the forests and woodlands, slowly giving up hope that the Goddess would return. The land was a wasteland and we could no longer look upon it.

“One day, we noticed something changing. The world was becoming brighter. At first we did not understand what this meant, but the God and Goddess appeared to us and told us that it was Time; Time for their return to the land of men and to the honouring of each other and of the Earth.

“We were overjoyed, and celebrated with huge feasts and dancing in the moonlight, for we still did not wish to be seen. We began to notice people appearing in our world. People who could see into our hidden places; people who desired to bring back the ways of the Old Ones.

“We collectively decided to share our knowledge and wisdom with these people, for we could see who was pure of heart and who was not. Those whose intentions were true, we passed the knowledge to, making a pact with them that they would share this knowledge with others, who like them, also wanted peace and balance once more.

“And now you know our story. We are the Sidhe of Old, the ancient energies who live in this world and who have been waiting for this time. We hope our collaboration with you, and the ones like you who are trying to ‘right’ the imbalances in the world, yields positive results.  Only in working together can this work be established, and only in this collaboration can our lives have meaning again.

“We are glad that the humanity of the new World are working in partnership with the humanity of the Old World. Together we create a bridge of Light, a bridge that we hope many will cross, bringing our worlds together once more; bridging the wide gap of Time and Space to become One again.

“All this we hope for, and in our hope, lies our deepest desire for communion. All for One and One for all. That is our hope. We greet you on this bridge, so together we can walk into the future, hand in hand, as One.

The Shining Ones.”

2nd Level Attunements.