Fairy Glen well water essence – Knocknarae Sligo


Fairy Glen well water essence – Knocknarae Sligo

An essence of survival and transformation


This well sits beside a large natural sheltered magical valley in the south side of Knocknarea. The Glen was potentially formed by a fault-line in the mountain while the glaciers were sculpting the landscape during the last ice age.

This glen/valley is near the sacred hill of Knocknarea where the ancient queen Maeve of Ireland is buried on top. There is archaeological evidence that suggests our ancestors carved rock from this glen thousands of years ago to use as Dolmen tombs across County Sligo, Ireland.


This essence is all about love and balance, self acceptance and intimacy. There is a connection to deep grief with oneself and a compassion within this. It helps to balance within one almost where we are as a society: antisocial, withdrawn, critical and judgmental, lonely and isolated. Unacknowledged grief, arising from divorce, death, loveless environments, conditional love and betrayal are all things that can lead us to believe in this lack within oneself.

There is an infinite supply of love in the world, and when we are loving to ourselves this ripples out and back in the world helping us to live in harmony with others.


It is a deeply transformative essence of fire. An essence of self definition, establishment of autonomy . There is a wanting within those who will benefit from this essence for security, safety, to protect others, to defend to be safe in the world and ourselves. There is almost a fear of life, a fear of engagement with its true love and magic.


Soon after coming to the slope of the hill you meet one of the queerest, wildest, and most beautiful of glens. It is a wondrously romantic freak of nature planted there in a cleft in the rock and walled off from the world, as if the Great Mother meant to lock it up and hide it away for her own use. It is thickly wooded, narrow and deep. The trees meet over the path in places, and the ferns touch you as you pass. The spirits of Knocknarea must love it. One can fancy how they made it their own centuries ago. A mystic poet might dream his life away in it, holding communication with the hero-dead of Connacht.”

William Bulfin in 1903