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Shamanic Journey via GPS

€40 is a lot of money these days. Spending it wisely is becoming an art form particularly when it comes to entertainment and non essential items. A day and night of music, art, culture and spirituality seemed a bargain buy to kick off the summer festival season.


The hill of Uisneach sits at 53 29’25”N, 7 33’45”W at an elevation of 182m/597ft and was once considered the naval of Ireland. A place for gatherings and rituals by our distant ancestors. The perfect location to assemble a mega mix of modern celtic hippies for a full moon party.


In true media savvy, the event organizers used every portal available to reach out to the masses. Radio, print, webpages, Facebook, Youtube. A constant stream of live updates accessible in real time across remote global locations, unlike our ancestors who relied on the first sign of fire on the hill to get their party started.


With a vague notion of where the site is, I set out solo from Dublin to rendez vous with my festival companion at the hill. A split second dilemma where the M4 and M6 divide made me realize at 120km per hour that I really hadn’t done my research. I had no idea where I was going. Inadequately equipped with no map and no internet access on my smartphone, I rang my buddy on route to hear she too was none the wiser. Aimless wanderers in search of a party in a field, relying on instincts that have been blunted by urban dwelling and an over reliance on skimformation. Ignoring the specifics of accurate directions which were so readily provided by our event host.


Some miles later I breathe a sigh of relief having emerged from a network deadzone. Now I can employ my go to plan: imap app. The ‘you are here’ blue dot pulses into life through the otterbox window, armour for my precious iphone. Mentor, oracle, navigator and custodian of details of my entire social network.


Only fifteen minutes or so away now and enjoying the bustle of Mullingar main street as I pass through. I pride myself on arriving ahead of my companion and ring her with details of land marks and signage to look out for. The colourful daytime scene of Uisneach is a delight to behold. Giant tepees and fluttering flags create a mystical backdrop to the painted faces and flowing costumes of the Uisneach warriors as they gallop across the hill on their trusty steeds.


A quick recce of the village layout and we are drawn to the tepee hosting ‘Shamanic Journeys’. Next trip departs at 18:00hrs, returning just in time to savour the rest of the festival delights. Magic. I settle myself into said tepee, shoes off and bonding with my fellow travellers. Ready to give to the communal vibe we make small talk: ‘Do you come here often? Any other good value festivals going on over the summer? Yeah, google it. How did you get here, did you get lost on the way?’

Pause, reflection. ‘Actually I just plugged the details into imaps and here I am!’ I admit to a ripple of laughter erupting through the virtual voyage tent with Glen as our guide. 30 minutes later I emerge inspired and enlightened. Somewhere on my journey I did meet my power animal, even if only briefly. Surely to be persued at a future place in time.


Within hours I manage to encapsulate the audio visual delighht of my experience. Patsylu and Nutrishon by accident hit in excess of 1,400 youtube views in less than 48 hours across all corners of the globe. Perhaps not viral but at least part of the microcosmic germ that is all essential in creating critical mass. Peace Love and Rock & Roll x x x






Festival Of Fires 2012, Hill of Uisneach, Bealtaine

Festival Of Fires 2012