Showing posts with label Sheean. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sheean. Show all posts

Sunday, 3 July 2016

“In silent need they searched for Hallowed ground” The Pagan burials of rural Ireland.


Rath Coffey, also known as Raheen or the Fairy Hill.

I visited Rath Coffey before Bealtaine, when the leaves were just a haze on the branches and the Aos Sídhe had not yet emerged to travel the land.



A boreen skirts the river and leads to a tangled ditch filled with brambles but once clambered over, the mound is just a short walk away.
Although close to the road, it remains somehow remote and isolated.
The ráth is home to the Good People and there are many stories which relate the consequences of interfering with the trees and land about it. 


Human activity near the Otherworld mound is unwelcome, 
today Raheen Field is used to graze cattle.

It was understood that entering the mound led to underground passages which radiated outwards, enabling the Good People to travel beneath the land to various locations in the neighbourhood.


One such passage led to another local Fairy Fort near to the home of a family, the Bells, who were tormented by invisible hands. 
Why they attracted this attention isn’t recorded, though it was known that the unseen activity led the householders to block up a window.

The strong belief in the Good People meant that the Fairy Hill was respected but avoided and it’s position, close to the river Barrow, added to the perception that it was a liminal place, between this world and the Otherworld. 


Known as ‘the graveyard of Pagans’ the rath invokes an air of sadness even 
on a clear spring morning.

Rath Coffey once held an important role in the community but today few remember its’ secret: the mound was a cillín, an unofficial burial ground, where grieving families came to bury their unbaptised babies. 


Stones were placed to mark small graves on Rath Coffey.

The Church held that stillborn or unbaptised babies who died soon after birth, could not be regarded as members of the Church.
As they were considered to inhabit the Limbo of Children, a place between Heaven and Hell, these infants were denied internment in the consecrated grounds of Catholic cemeteries.


In the face of this decree some parents, if they had land, buried their infant in the corner of a field or garden, others had no choice but to lay their babies to rest in a once sacred place, away from prying eyes.


This ruling also applied to people who had died by suicide, mothers who died 
in childbirth but hadn’t been churched and strangers whose religion was unknown.
But the greatest number of those buried in pagan graves were unbaptised babies.

Throughout rural Ireland cillíní were in special locations, at the in-between places; 
by Megalithic tombs and ring forts, on beaches and islands, near sacred wells and old churches 
or beneath lone whitethorn trees.


Lone thorn and stone on Rath Coffey.

Perhaps some families believed that their infants would be cared for by their Ancestors or by the Good People when there was no place in heaven for them.


Research in 2013 recorded 1,394 children’s burial grounds within the Republic.

It was customary in rural areas to perform burials between dusk on the day the infant died 
and sunrise the following day. Often the father would be alone when he dug the grave and marked 
the site with stones.  
In one community, where 21 babies had been buried, WHITE QUARTZ  had been used to outline each resting place.


Raithin Well, Co. Clare which is surrounded by an air of melancholy. 
Research after my visit showed the presence of a cillín behind the well, 
close by the lakeshore.

Visiting the cillíní was a very moving experience for me, remembering the lost infants and the countless bereaved women brought me to tears and it is unsurprising that many of these places are still shrouded in aura of sorrow.

However these lonely burial places are now being remembered and brought back into the community. 


This is a reclaimed ring fort in the Midlands, used by generations as an unofficial burial
ground for their unbaptised babies until recent times.


The site was cleared of brambles and undergrowth, the stones placed upright where they had fallen and new trees planted to create a place of remembrance and play.


On some days the space is filled with the laughter and shouts of local children



and offerings are left.




As time passes the fort will hold happier memories but the lost children will always be recalled by local people. 
And the land still remembers.

Please take 30 minutes to watch Oileán na Marbh, Island of the Dead, a programme first shown on TG4, broadcast in Irish with English sub-titles.
















Saturday, 26 December 2015

'Otherworld Shenanigans' posts

If you're looking to escape the weather with a cup of tea and a short story here are links to my
'Otherworld Shenanigans' posts.
They are based upon real places in Ireland, tales and reminiscences of my elderly neighbour, Jim, 
who lived his life in the same house he was born in. 
The stories reflect a time when the belief in the Good People was more common than it is today. 
Just click on the titles below & you will be transported.



Map showing the local Fairy Path -The 1829 Ordanance Survey Map of the area
 which depicts Lough Duff with the island &  tree. 
Our home is marked X,  the wooden cabin Y & the second field Z. 



The Comb Field of the Banshee today.


The Diviner - Pic © 'Ireland: the living landscape' 
by Tom Kelly, Peter Somerville-Large & Seamus Heaney.



Lough Doire Bhile, Glengoole © peterdriver.blogspot.ie
The island on Lough Duff , in which the Good People live, may have looked like this.



Under the whitethorn on the mound at Sheean.



I hope you enjoy them!

Sunday, 26 April 2015

Sheean - a place apart.

Although Sheean lies within the townland of Ballygillaheen, it is a place apart, hidden by woodland within the landscape.
Sheean - An Sián / An Síodhán, The Fairy Mound aerial view. © OSI.ie
There are two routes to the fairy mound, the first takes you past the COMB FIELD, up a bohereen
to the top of the ridge and into a field which looks towards the Slieve Bloom mountains.

Past the Comb Field

To the top of the ridge
Here there is a small standing stone known as the Licking Stone, beloved of the cattle who graze here. One theory for its' attraction is that it provides the animals licking it with essential minerals, the other is that it sits close to Sheean and therefore contains some sort of animal magnetism which draws the cows and keeps them healthy.

 From the Licking Stone it is an easy walk across the fields to the mound within the trees, seen in the distance.

The second route runs along a green lane, then, byway of field margins, onto the small woodland which surrounds Sheean.

The green lane to Sheean.

I first went to Sheean by this route many years ago and when I mentioned my visit to Jim he seemed surprised that I would want to go there. Then he warned me never to visit after dark. 
"Even in summer" he explained "you have to be away from there before 9pm." 
His advice apparently came from his own experience. 

When he was a young man, he and his friends would ramble to a house near to Sheean to play cards. 
"And there was no drink taken on these occasions" he insisted.  
They would usually leave together but one night Jim was the last to go and passing the woodland in the darkness he heard music. It was beautiful music and he knew that it was the Sídhe enticing him into trees and on into their mound.
He ran as fast as possible until he got home to his mother and he admitted to me that he was afeared 
and would never pass there alone again.

Another man, Pat, farmed the land in the area and worked late in the fields, but never past 9pm. 
Many times he returned to his tractor to drive home only to discover that it wouldn't start and 
he'd have to leave it overnight. On returning the following morning the tractor would start up immediately and finally Pat realised that it was the Good People. 
They were tricking him into staying, would try to keep him there and he would never see home again. 
From then on Pat always left the engine running in the evening whilst he worked so if  he lost track 
of time and it began to grow dark he knew he could make a quick escape. 


Trees enclosing the mound.


Today Sheean is still known as the place of the Good People and is rarely visited.

If you do take a chance and go there, walk through the surrounding trees until you reach a clearing
and make sure to bring a gift for the Sídhe, some cheese or a drop of poitín will do nicely.
Approach quietly, acknowledge their presence and leave your offering at the foot of the tree which stands like a guardian on the path.


Walk slowly into the wide ditch and make your way, sunwise, until you reach a small overgrown path.

Climb the path with care and stand beneath the old archway of two whitethorn trees.

Two entwined whitethorns covered with ivy stand on the mound.


Listen to voices on the wind....


but be sure to leave before 9pm.