Amantha Murphy is a Shamanic Healer & Teacher who follows the path of the Goddess. She started her work professionally in 1971 as a clairvoyant and moved into trance mediumship and healing within three years. Since then she has worked with, and continues to work with, groups and individuals here in Eire, in the UK, in Canada and the USA. Her passion is the Land and returning to HER story – working through the Grandmothers and the “Shining Ones”, the Tuatha de Danann. She has been running Sacred Pilgrimages successfully in Ireland since 1992 and returned full time to her roots in Co Kerry, Ireland in 1997.
Amantha facilitates workshops on a variety of subjects including: “Pre-Celtic Shamanism, levels 1, 2 & 3”; “ Astro Drama”, “Rites of Passage”, “Faces of the Goddess” & “the Arcane teaching of the Tarot” for women; meditation groups and woman’s groups. Amantha also works with the sacred ceremonies around the Celtic Wheel and is available as a Dula. Amantha’s teachings come from her Spirit and ancestral teachers.
Amantha’s Articles on MotherHouse of the Goddess
Amantha’s Book – Drinking from the Source
My passion has always been the Land and stories. The Land has always been my saviour, my protectress, and my mother. It was to Her I would turn to when in fear or pain. It was in Her arms I grew. It’s what kept me alive. It was the only thing that was real to me in my growing years. The only thing that fed me, spiritually, and it fed my yearning, it fed my needs. It gave solace to my pain. It brought beauty into my life. It brought life. It was the only time I felt life touch me because I had withdrawn at a very early age. I found it very difficult dealing with other peoples’ emotions and the energy of that was too much for me. I found it just too difficult to deal with. We lived, like thousands of other Irish families, in Kilburn, London and for most immigrants at that time this dislocation from the land brought disruption and a dislocation from themselves.
We would return to Ireland every year from when I was a babe in arms, and throughout the year it was the whole focus of the family. Often my brother and I would come over with the first relative in the summer and come back with the last. So hearth and home was always here in Ireland. It was important for us to reconnect with the land and our people. My Grandmother would always be waiting for us and the fire would always be lit, the kettle over the fire would always be bubbling, the fresh bread would always be made that day and on the table, neatly covered by a tablecloth, still warm, having been cooked in the cauldron. My Grandmother at four foot two inches (my Mother four foot six) was ‘one of the little people’ and always wore black with a black shawl, which she would put over her head when she went out, with little black lace-up shoes. She was a very slender woman with pure white silvery hair. Her features small, but her hands were big, just as her heart was. Her passion was for life itself. She loved people. She loved the Land. The Land for her was the mother and it was my Grandmother who gave me the gift of that – the gift of the awareness of the earth as my Mother.
People would come to my Grandmother, they would come with their needs and even children would ‘bunk off’ school to spend a day with her and she never told on them. She was a healer and a midwife and it’s said that she brought sixty-three children into the world and she never lost one. After the births Granny would then live on the farm, with the family, until the woman was back on her feet again. She would do all the jobs that the woman had done, until the woman was able to resume her role, so she became everybody’s Granny. The whole community held her in that sense and they took care of her. She was kept, until the day she died, with milk, eggs, vegetables and meat from the kills – chicken, pork and lamb – plus of course the greatest food of all, love and company.
My Granny would take me out onto the land, to talk to the fairy folk, taking our offerings of bread, butter and sugar sandwiches, which she said they liked the sweetness of, and sour cream, which she always maintained, they liked “better than porter”! We would go out onto the land and there were special places that for her held the energy. We would sit and commune with the fairy folk and the Shining ones – the Tuatha De Danann. I visit those places in Pilgrimage, even to this day; along with other sites I have been drawn to or called to, by Her nature. When I used to return from London, the first thing I would do, was to run out into the field and lie on my back on the grass with my legs and arms open, like a star, and breathe. I would lie there until I would become the field. I would feel the hill holding me. I would become the hill and, then the valley; all the way up to the mountains and only then I felt truly home. Home in Her arms – safe. That for me was my Mother. It was the only time I was ‘home’.