A few weeks ago I wrote a post telling you about a festival in L.A. called Lovestock
, and I certainly hope I inspired some of you guys to attend because…
Last Sunday this party of parties went down at the Avalon Theater, from approximately 4pm to midnight. Now I’m not going to spend this entire post telling you all about the dancing (which was awesome), or the food (delicious), or even the amazing souls I met from all over the world throughout the evening (hullo Brits!) No. This column is about trying different spiritual practices, after all; and while I believe dancing the night away is spiritual in its own right, I have a feeling you guys are looking for something a bit more concrete.
So. Let’s get down to business.
I spent a good portion of my evening in the Healing Room on Sunday, where I met all kinds of delightful people and saw all kinds of weird shi—er, watched some extraordinary things. Tonight, though, I’m going to focus on one amazing man in particular, Dermot O'Hara.
, the “Celtic Shaman from Ireland,” is, well, a Shaman from Ireland. He specializes in Soul Illumination Integration Sessions, Brigit’s Celtic Oracle Readings, Spiritual Mediumship Readings, and Workshops and Celtic Fire Ceremonies. What’s all that? I don’t know—I’m just telling you what’s on his business card.
I’ve been hearing about Dermot O’Hara ever since Lovestock last year. Apparently, he has quite the following—which I found out around 5:30 on Sunday when I went in to see him; he was booked until 10 pm.
So I waited (mostly on the dance floor) and when I sat down across from him at 10:00 on the dot, I knew immediately that this fellow was worthy of the buzz.
“Alright, Natalie. I’m going to grab some water and when I get back, why don’t you tell me what’s going on with that right knee of yours?” He asked. Then he got up and left me to collect my jaw from the floor.
I hadn’t mentioned anything about my knee; I’d hardly had time to tell him my name. When he sat back down, I closed my eyes, and much like a Reiki healer, or any other type of energy healer, really, he moved his hands, hovering over different parts of my body. Occasionally he’d ask me to breathe in or out deeply, and he’d do the same, making a sort of leonine noise in his throat.
He focused a lot on my right side, my hips, my lower back, and my lower stomach. And then at the end, he did something—I don’t know what, as my eyes were closed, and I could only feel the air moving from his hands before my face—but it felt like he was pulling something out of me, like an elastic band that had been too tight this whole time, but I’d never noticed.
The greatest part about my experience with Dermot was this last bit. When I opened my eyes, I expected him to do that thing that most healers do—you know, tell you about how your energy is terrible, or how you have these pent up issues, or, basically, make you feel like crap about yourself, but it is okay, because they are just trying to free you from it. You know, that thing.
But he didn’t do that. In fact, he very practically, gave me some self-massage techniques to help loosen up the muscles on my right side, that are effecting the way my knee works.
Unfortunately by the end of the evening, I didn’t have any cash left to donate to Dermot (Lovestock is a free festival, but donations are suggested for the healers), so I hope that perhaps with this column, I can make it up to him.
So if you’re interested in meeting with a world-renowned healer—and apparently a hypnotherapist, life coach, actor, and musician for that matter, I absolutely recommend getting in touch with Dermot O'Hara
Photo: Courtesy of dermotoharaonline.com