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Where I experience 6 PM as a bit of an anxious time, 9 PM seems to give solutions. I usually meet the right people at 9 PM, or get to the right places. The farmer who shows me a place on his hayloft, the spot at the lake of Killarney, The City: all of them around 9 PM. It is also the time I meet ‘strange’ people.

Om my way to Bweeng, a little village in a very rural part of Ireland, I come across this house where the stuff seems to bulge out of the doors and windows. On the street two little horses. “To get used to traffic”, owner Mick explains a bit later. He wants to go to fairs with them and have children ride them. And sell some of the excess stuff in his house at the same time. I am welcomed by 5 dogs, 2 of them wanting to eat me, the other 3 just curious. As he shouts at the dogs, (“they mean no harm”) he invites me in. He wants to know all about me, my journey and at the same time talk about his own ideas and business. He wants to help me on my journey. He gives me teabags, a piece of cheese and 4 boiled eggs. Almost a kilo of blood sausage as well, but that one I can refuse. He won’t let me go until I have eaten a sandwich and 2 cups of tea. It is all normal to him.

The people who seem strangest, share and give the easiest it would seem. The big cars that almost drive you off the road drive by. They would have more to loose, maybe.

Killavullen, another small village in rural Ireland. Again first the “oh’s” and “ah’s” and then the silence. I decide to spend the night in a house under construction. No one will see and it is a dry place. A bit later, a tractor pulls up to the house. Has the farmer seen me, then? He gets off his tractor and we talk. Wouldn’t you rather camp out, he says. I explain about the prediction of rain and packing up wet in the morning. But if he’d rather I camp, well…Where I come from, what I do, how I experience my walk? It is way past 9, and it is getting dark. He invites me into his house, offers me a bed and a shower. He turns out to be an energy worker. He works with Reiki and Taoist positions. 90% Of all our illness and disease comes from fear and anxiety, he says. And that can be helped, by taking on a more positive and constructive attitude to life. His practice doesn’t earn him enough to make a living, so he raises calfs as well. He used to be a dairy farmer but that was too intensive and too busy. Now there are the calfs and an adapted life style. It is his wife who supports most of that life style with the income from a job as a nurse in Limerick.

He wants to teach me how to use the divining rod. His grandfather had the gift, amongst others. It was not looked upon favorably by everyone, as is his Reiki work nowadays. In other times he would have been called a ‘black magician’, probably. Now, he is just ‘strange’. Most of his clients do not come from the village. It is an occupation that is not well accepted in Ireland still, or maybe yet.

We go to the pub that evening. We have a lot in common and share a lot of experiences and insights. Next morning after breakfast we say goodbye. “Now how did you know I was in that house?”, I ask him as I am leaving. “I just knew”, he says, with a little smile. His black dog accompanies me for at least 15 km on my way.


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