Inner Journey To The Mystical Isle Of Avalon

Sometimes when the pressures and demands of modern life become too much, I retreat to one of my favorite places in the universe: the mythical island of Avalon.

This legendary island of Celtic mythology is steeped in legends of healing, psychic learning, sacred crafting, and the life and times of King Arthur. Its name translates as “Isle of Apples,” emphasizing its association with fertility, abundance, and otherworldly beauty.

In folklore, Avalon, or Insula Avallonis, was a sanctuary of deep spiritual and psychic knowledge and was known as a training ground for pagan priestesses dedicated to the Great Mother Goddess. These women dedicated their lives to spirituality, honing their skills in clairvoyance, herbalism, weaving, and deep devotion to the Divine Feminine.

But Avalon was not only a sanctuary for women. Men were also an integral part of its story. Merlin the magician is inextricably linked to the history of the island, having trained the young Arthur there for his kingship.

Avalon is also entwined with many other tales woven through the lives of King Arthur, Guinevere, Morgan le Fay, Merlin, Nimue (the Lady of the Lake), and others. Legend also has it that King Arthur was brought to Avalon by his half-sister, Morgan le Fay, to heal after being badly wounded in battle.

The question of whether Avalon really existed straddles the line between myth and reality. Some historians and researchers speculate that Avalon may be based on a real place. Glastonbury, England, is often associated with Avalon because of its mystical aura and ties to Arthurian legend.

In the Middle Ages, monks at Glastonbury Abbey claimed to have discovered King Arthur’s tomb, fueling the connection. Glastonbury Tor, with its enigmatic hilltop and sacred springs, is believed to be a physical echo of the mythical presence of Avalon.

Avalon will always be there for all men to find if they can seek the way thither, throughout all the ages past the ages. If they cannot find the way to Avalon, it is a sign, perhaps, that they are not ready ~ Marion Zimmer Bradley

To this day, many people like me feel an inexplicable connection to Avalon, as if it were whispering to our souls across time. Do you perhaps remember a life when you walked its shores? Whether real or symbolic, Avalon continues to inspire seekers of magic and mystery. For us it is a metaphorical place — a realm of spiritual transformation, healing and inner wisdom. It represents a liminal space where the material and spiritual worlds meet, accessible through altered states of consciousness.

And while the island may no longer exist in the physical world, it remains accessible to those of us who believe. We can visit this magical place through visualized meditation, dreamwork, or an inner immrama, an Irish-Welsh word meaning “spiritual journey” on the astral plane.

Here’s a guided journey to experience Avalon for yourself. Get comfortable in a quiet place where you won’t be disturbed. Close your eyes and take three deep, calming breaths. Allow your imagination to awaken as the vision unfolds.

Inner Journey To Avalon

You find yourself standing on a twilight shore, the air cool as a gentle breeze brushes against your face.

Beside you stands an apple tree, its branch bedecked with nine silver bells swaying softly in the wind. You feel an irresistible pull to shake the branch. As you do so, the melodious chimes ring out, and through the mists, a barge emerges, gliding toward you.

Three hooded figures stand aboard, waiting in silence. Stepping onto the barge, you feel the gentle rhythm of the waves as the vessel glides through the fog. Time seems to dissolve as the boat scrapes softly against a marshy shore. You’ve arrived at the Holy Isle of Avalon.

An older woman rushes to greet you. She grasps your hands warmly, her eyes filled with recognition and ancient wisdom. This is your guide.

She leads you to a roundhouse, where others sit gathered around a crackling hearth. Around the room, you notice crystal balls, weaving looms, and a black cat perched near the door. A broom leans beside her.

An instructor shares sacred knowledge — precisely the kind of wisdom you’ve long sought. You listen intently, feeling deeply connected, as though among your own tribe. A surge of energy awakens within you. Your chakras open, and your psychic centers activate.

Needing fresh air, you step outside to a lush, grassy hill sloping gently toward a serene lake. Sitting on a bench by the water, you absorb the tranquility of the scene, surrounded by vibrant flowers.

A noise draws your attention to the right. A unicorn drinks from the lake, its smoky-gray eyes meeting yours. Telepathically, it tells you its name: Destiny. The unicorn reveals that the lake belongs to the Lady of the Lake and holds the Excalibur, the Sword of Truth. Drinking from these waters, Destiny says, will reveal the truth about anything you seek.

You kneel by the water’s edge, cup your hands, and drink. The cool, fresh liquid clears your throat chakra, releasing every lie you’ve ever told or heard. What remains is pure, unshakable truth.

Refreshed, you walk back toward the roundhouse, where women dance in a circle under the rising Full Moon. They welcome you into the circle, holding your hands as you join their joyful, moonlit dance. As the ritual ends, the women bow in gratitude, and your guide appears once more, gently reminding you it is time to leave. She leads you back to the barge, where the hooded figures await. As the boat glides away, the moonlight illuminates your path through the mists.

Upon reaching the mainland, one of the hooded figures removes his hood, revealing a man with twinkling eyes and a knowing smile. You recognize him instantly — your master teacher and spirit guide. As you step ashore, he hands you an apple from the tree and instructs you to slice it vertically once home. Though you don’t yet understand, you know the meaning will become clear.

Back in your home, you cut the apple as instructed. The seeds inside form a perfect star. Looking out the window, you see women dancing under the Full Moon, their voices echoing in song. A shooting star streaks across the sky, and everything falls into place. You feel deeply connected to Avalon, its magic, and its truths.

Returning to this time and place, take three deep breaths, grounding yourself once again. You now carry the ancient knowing of Avalon within you, alive and ready to be reclaimed. The Isle awaits your return whenever you feel called. Many blessings on your journey.