Well lads… Ive finally landed on this island full of history and mystery.

It was a rough journey, but ive landed in one piece.

When studying the history of the quiet little

beach town Ive gotten a house on, I remembered the tale of Loftus hall.

I can see it from the small hill I live on known as Hook View.

Its a bit of a long story, but Ill keep it short. (from wikipedia):

Loftus Hall is a large mansion house on the Hook peninsula, County Wexford, Ireland that is said to have been haunted both by the deviland by the ghost of a young woman…

Charles Tottenham and his family came to live in the mansion in the middle of the 18th century. Charles Tottenham’s first wife had been the Honourable Anne Loftus.

Charles came for a long stay in the house with his second wife, and his daughter Anne from his first marriage. During a storm, a ship unexpectedly arrived at the Hook Peninsula, which was not far from the mansion. A young man was welcomed into the mansion. Anne and the young man became very close. Then, one night they were in the parlour; when the young man dropped a card on the floor and Anne went to pick it up she glanced under the table and noticed that the young man had a hoof in place of a foot.

It is said that Anne screamed and the man went up through the roof, leaving behind a large hole in the ceiling. Anne was in shock and was put in her favourite room in the mansion, which was known as the Tapestry Room. She refused food and drink and sat with her knees under her chin until she died in the Tapestry Room in 1775. It is said that when she died, they could not straightin her body as her muscles had seized and she was buried in the same sitting position in which she had died. A rumour states that the hole could never be properly repaired, and it is alleged that even to this day, there is still a certain part of the ceiling which is slightly different from the rest.”

The story has been called a myth among other things, but never the less, the island surrounding my new home has an eerie feeling indeed. I was speaking with Trevor (dreamwalker) about this via email when I first landed an began reading the stories late into the night (as you do as a woman alone in a big empty house on a hill at 3 am) the minute I began reading about it… the storm of all storms rushed in, The rest of what transpired is in the following videos… Enjoy 😉

taking on the loftus storm part 1:

defeating the storm part 2:

the storm… aftermath:

the conclusion:

I can see it is going to be interesting here indeed.

I am also quite intrigued about all of the connections that Ireland has with Egypt and the Pharaoes.

I believe lisawolfke and others were speaking about this with me once.

I am interested in hearing others thoughts about Scota and her being buried on the Tara mound.

I plan a trip there soon… I will def be bringing a video camera with me for that one too.

Any suggestions is greatly appreciated.




Irish Legends …. Calming the Storm

i am stasha… (well, i am now anyway) an introduction.


Hello, I am Stasha… Well, that is who I am NOW, anyway 😉
I am a 7th Generation Cherokee of the Wolf Clan… 
I come from a long line of Warriors, Leaders, Medicine Men and Women, Shamans & Healers. I was born without a veil, yet with time I learned to cover it up in order to blend in with society.

I realized that most could not “see” the things that I experienced every day. 

I kept the veil on for as long as I could, but when destiny called in the form of messages from my 7th Grandmother, Nanyehi (Cherokee: ᎾᏅᏰᎯ: “One who goes about”), Known in English as Nancy Ward; to “live your legacy” You must listen. Keeping a veil on is one thing, ignoring Spirit is another. 

One thing I cannot deny is TRUTH. 
I am an ambassador of TRUTH and JUSTICE.

Her birth name was Wild Rose; On this day a white wolf appeared on the horizon.

This was very significant to the Cherokee people, as “white” was the color that symbolized “peace”. She had visions of helping spirits when she was growing up (as did I) and was renamed “Nanye’hi” (“One who is with the Spirit People”). Nanyehi was a Ghigau, or Beloved Woman of the Cherokee Nation. This was the highest position a woman could have. Believing in peaceful coexistence with the European-Americans, she helped her people as a negotiator. Leader, Ambassador and Leader of the Women’s Council of Clan Representatives, and a Member of the tribal council of Chiefs, Nancy was one of a kind. As a teenager, she accompanied her husband, Kingfisher, in war against the Creek Indians in the 1755 Battle of Taliwa. She knelt by his side, chewing the bullets to make them more deadly. Sadly, Kingfisher was killed. Nanyehi took his rifle and led the Cherokee to victory. She was then honored as a “war woman” and was given the right to sit on the War Council. She learned the art of diplomacy from her maternal uncle, the influential chief Attakullakulla (“Little Carpenter”). She was granted a power not even given to the Chiefs; determining the fate of captives, whether they were killed, enslaved, released, or adopted into the tribe. She wore a shawl of white swan feathers, which remained a symbol of her authority the rest of her life. 
With the wave of a swan’s wing, she saved lives.
In 1781, when the Cherokee met with an American delegation led by John Sevier to discuss American settlements along the Little Pigeon River, Nancy expressed surprise that there were no women negotiators among the Americans. Sevier was equally appalled that such important work should be given to a woman. Nancy told him: 
“You know that women are always looked upon as nothing; 
but we are your mothers; you are our sons.
Our cry is all for peace; let it continue . 
This peace must last forever. 
Let your women’s sons be ours; our sons be yours. 
Let your women hear our words.” 

For many years she tended to the wounded and cared for the many orphans left behind. Nanyehi entered the spirit world in 1822. Witnesses say that a white light rose from her chest, swirled around the room, took the form of a swan and flew out the window. The swan entered the sacred mound located in her beloved land of Chota. She explained to me the importance of the Sacred Pipe Ceremony and that in order to truly embrace the Shaman’s path I must begin with the sacred pipe ceremony.
Little did I know that the woman I had dreams of being was the one who brought the sacred pipe to the tribes of our ancestors. Nancy told me that The White Buffalo Calf Woman…was me. Every single day another petal in this tightly wound lotus flower opens… 
Thank you for joining me on this journey…
Stasha Eve
White Buffalo Calf Woman
Beloved Rose Dancing Crow
Cherokee Wolf Clan