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The Book of Fail


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It was not what she said that night but that onething she did that captured me and made this tale of

quest, but before I begin, I must advise the reader thatin this enigmatic world of Womans Intuition, I, a mere

male, am prone to founder on the shoals ofcomprehension. Yet, this is as it seemed to me:

I chanced upon an invitation to an Artist's

Opening in a nearby gallery and, upon entering fromthe pouring rain was pleasantly greeted by my hostess,

the incomparable Leah Parone, who upon seeing my

soaking condition moved off to locate some relief forme and as she passed from view like a curtain opening


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there appeared before me a Womanan apparition of

elegance in a trim dark dress, standing foursquare withnot a trace of poseur who then spoke:

Hello, Captain, my name is Tara. I have seen youbefore and I wished to meet.

I was intrigued and said, Oh, Really! Are you an Artist in Residence?

To which she replied: No, Im just here chasing

My Child.Then she scampers off and I did note the scampering

in juxtaposition to her previous stance and mused tomyself:

Ah, Elegance with Bounce. Interesting.Was that Magnetic?

My hostess returns and we are presently engaged in

a detailed discussion of the finer points of amoeboid

aesthetics when whom should appear but that same one

Tara moving swiftly across the room and as she passedclose by she did that thing for which this story is told,

that is, she flashed a look to the other woman, my

hostess, to which anyone even slightly attuned to

women would recognize as meaning, in the words of

that famous cartoon character: Back Off! So

astounding was this gesture, lacking only the feline

hiss, that I did a spontaneous double take and even

exclaimed: Oh,My! as the further implications of this

gesture sank home:


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I had been Claimed!!!...

AAHHOOOGAAH--- Bridge, this is

Engineering, we are recording an anomaly in theMagnetic Perimeter.

Thank you, Mr. Scott... Mr. Checkov, ShieldReport?

Keptin, Shields are down due to diplometik

mission. Sensors report contact on the starboardquarter.

Damage Control. Report.

(vo): No Damage, Captain.

Repeat.

Repeat No Damage, Captain. Whatever it wasseems to have passed cleanly through the hull without

damage.

Keep Posted. Spock, whats happening?

It appears to be some kind of Intuitive Torpedo,

Captain. Tracers indicate it originated from a small

vessel detached from the Mercurion Fleet. What passedin is some kind of probe.

Communications, any Contact?

Negative, Captain. However, the vessel has

preempted our communication with the Emissary. The

Emissarys data transfer has beensuspended.


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Keptin, Central is reporting usurpation in the

processing banks. Probe has taken over anArchive Search Engine.

Archive?Mr. Spock?

It appears the probe is carrying some heavily

encrypted data, Captain, and is searching our archivefor the matching decryption circuit.

Mr. Sulu, what is this vessel?

Unknown, Captain. Its coming up on the screennow. Magnification: 3000X. Range: .03 parsec.

(Scott Enters) Captain, the Magnetic Anomaly hasreceded. We are back toelegant!

Say again, Scotty?

That ship, Captain, (points to screen) TisElegant. Wheres she hail, sir?

Shes Mercurion, Scott. What can you tell meabout her?

Corvette-class by the look of her, sir.

Courrier/reconnaisance and Escort duty.Escort...

Aye, shes a quick one all right. Built to run before

the Cosmic Wind. No one in the Federation hasdiscovered the secret of her Power.

We can say one thing for the Mercurions, Scotty.


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Sir?

They sure know how to build ships.

Aye...that they do. Captain. That they doAny Lifeforms aboard her, Sulu?

Tricorder reads just two, Captain.

(GONG) Bridge, this is Dr. McCoy. Our internal

monitors are recording a marked increase in heartbeat

and respiratory rate among the crew. Especiallyyourself, Captain. Is anything the matter?

No, not really, DoctorSay, Bones, youre a manof science. What can you tell me about intuition?

What kind of intuition, Captain?

Well, what kinds are there?Well, there's so called common intuition which

most everyone has, and then theres Vulcan intuition

which is, of course, very logical, and then

thereswell

Yes, Doctor?

TheresWomens Intuition, of course.

Womens Intuition?

Yes.

Can we decipher these?

We have decoders for most common types and


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of course the Vulcan kind, but here in the 26th

Century, Science still hasnt a clue to the enigma of

Womens Intuition, Captain. Theory is that it is some

kind of Parallel Effectuate Matrix independent of thebasic laws of physics. Its thought to be the province of

the High Priestesses of the Mercurion civilization andtheir counterparts throughout the Galaxy.

Can you help us with a translation, Bones?

Sorry, Captain. Im a Doctor. Not a Magician(Click)

Captain, we have a identification of the subject

vessel.

Yes?

Its the T A R A, sir. Fast-packet auxiliary to theMercurion Fleet. Recon/Escort.

Lleagh Fail!!!

(PAUSE)

Say again, Scotty?

Its The Song of Destiny, Captain. Its a Legend ofthe Scots and of the Sea. Tara is the ancestral home of

the Scots, consecrated by the Egyptian Princess Tia

Tephi and her sister Scota, Grand Damme of all the

Scots. At Tara resided the Lleagh Fail, the great Stone

of Destiny upon which the Coronations and Betrothals

of all the Scottish Kings have been performed sinceTime Immemorial. The Legend is that in the presence


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of the True Claimant or the True Betrothed, the Stone

emits a mystic sound which became known as the

Song of Destiny.

The TARA was the ship that bore Tia Tephi andthe Stone from Egypt to Ireland (from whence the

Scots came) and it is thought to bring good luck to the

voyages of a ship so named. TARA is believed to mean

Destiny in the far ancient tongues of Egypt.

(PAUSE)

Fascinating, Scotty!.Spock. What do yousupposehe wants?

Its a She, Captain.

A She?

Two Shes, actually.

TWO Shes??

(Zoom inmusic up. title over:)

TO BE CONTINUED

Coming Next:STONE OF DESTINY


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FOREWORD:The Legend of the Lia Fail is one of the oldest,

most persistent and indeed hotly debated legends

associated with any known artifact in the Westernworld. The Stone of Destinys known history as the

coronation seat of all Kings and Queens of Britain

since 1307, and before that of all Scottish Kings backto 840AD, makes it one of the oldest artifact in

continuing Ceremonial Use in any Western Culture.In the mists of Legend before that date we see that

Use dating back another thousand years through the

early Kings of Scottish Argyll to the Ancient HighKings of Ireland at their Capital, Tara. From there

the Bardic Tales suggest yet another thousand yearsto a time when Men were Magic, when angels

appeared on earth, when Stones sang.

We Canna prove the Truth of these Legends ofLia Fail; it was after all, a Bards Tale to start. If True,

it reveals a most startling story of intrepidmigration and a statement of continuity which

throws new light on human history. But just asimportant is the very persistence of the Legend

itself and the continuous effort over centuries to

bring forward this Tale; to embellish it and to work


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out the detailed scenarios. What is important is how

many people over these centuries believed it True,or more subtly, wanted to believe it True,

notwithstanding the apparent implausibility. Thequestion is: Why? Why all this interest, indeed

reverence, shown to this Stone if indeed its Tale wasnot True? Perhaps we will discover a Truth that

transcends facts.They say the Ancient Texts, having been

compiled by monks, were Christianized and one

can see their point. But significantly, these texts

convey the Tuatha de Danann as druids and wizardswithout apology or discount, and similarly convey

the Lia Fail as the Stone that Roared without any

suspense of disbelief. It is clear these monkspurpose was not to write fiction but to convey a

history and, in this, they embrace the Legend of theLia Fail as True. So if we now embrace these Tales

as True and pass them on to you, then you, the

Reader, may decide or feelWhat is for Troth therein.

This is a collage of vignettes "adapted" (as theysay) from the diverse Legends of the Lia Fail, Tia

Tephi, and the Sons of Mil and just windows on whatmight have been. And while it is surely a Story of a

Stone, still it is most truly the Story of a Song.

It is the Bardic Call, me Lass,

to tell the Tale Anewand guide Mind's Eye to where, perhaps

No One Has Gone Before...Coming Next:

< < Before Before > > -


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Newgrange (Bur na Boine)County Meadh, Ireland

DEC 15, 2012THE RIVER BOYNE was shrouded in mist aswe sculled along her glassy faade in the early dawn.. . . an ther be some kind of Majuc thereaboutthe Bur, mused our skipper, an unlikely sort by thename of OConnor. His high fishing boots andweathered face betrayed decades at sea; our small craft,

a curragh, the favored of rivermen for centuries.Its from Before Before by some AncientHand. Me ancestor Conn was buried there and beforehim the Mils, and before them the Dannan. Its a sidh,you know, a place of the little people. Some say. . ., but


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then he fell silent.We had resolved to come by river rather thanland so as to capture the iridescence of the approach,and so had commissioned our skipper at a pub inBlulaney near the mouth of the Boyne.An it was hereabouts, too, that Baru met theThors. he added.

As we touched ashore, he said Ill not go along.It neednt the likes of me, an I already know.Know? we enquired.

Know Eirie. he whispered and we wonderedas he shoved the craft off. We bid him farewell andturned to the thin gravel path from the shore.The high mists parted leaving only a low blanket acrossthe heath through which resolved the shadowy spectre ofthree Standing Stones, each eight feet tall. Silent sentinelsbefore the sculpted mound beyond, whose white granitewalls just now caught the dawns early light.

Strewn across the fields a motley of bright tentsand shrouds showed that, though Solstice was yet aweek away, the faithful gathered anon. We had knownlittle of Newgrange but that it was near to Tara, ourQuest, and the Funary Site of all her High Kings. Thenwe learned of its incredible age, its importance in theAncient Legends, and its unique alignment to the


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Midwinter Dawn. Was this not a key to Tara?We came to hear what 5000 years would tell us.

* * *As we fell in line the tour began, our guides voiceamplified by a small box on his belt:...As we approach the entrance we must step

around this long entry stone, which, as you can see, isetched with a distinctive Spiral Motif. No one knows themeaning of these Spirals or who made them, but they

recur often within the Barrow and indeed throughoutAncient Erin."

The Newgrange Barrow, or Bur-na-Boine in Gaelicwas first discovered in 1699, by the crew of Sir

Lawrence Cambell, the Norman landowner, in searchof quarry stone for his Estate, and, indeed, some ofthose Stones remain at Campbell Manor. The tomb

entrance had long since been covered by a fell of whitegranite blocks from an upper wall or revetment, and itwas in pulling these away that the entry was revealed.

Thanks to the fortuitous proximity of a notedantiquarian the discovery was recorded for science,


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affording the Bur some protection from furtherdepredations these 300 years. While further research

was done in the 18th and 19th Centuries, it was not untilthe 1960s that a full investigation revealed many of itstrue secrets and resulted in its restoration and opening

to the Public...The tour moved on but we lingered. We reached totouch the spiraled stone.Some say the spiral is a symbol of the Ancient Inter-dimensional Vortex by which we came here, Iventured.Some say its the path of your soul, she replied.We scurried to keep up as the tour-voice came onagain:Step up now onto this flat stone which is the door-

stone of the tomb. When raised it seals the Tomb. Itweighs seven tons. Here you can see the ancientinscriptions etched into it...

Looking above the entrance, see the Roof-Box,through which the Sunlight passes. This aperture

remained undiscovered until the 1960s and it is onlysince that we have understood the amazing design of thePassage by which the first rays of Midwinter Dawn arefocused to the furthermost end of the Passage. Please

duck your head as we now enter the Tom b...As the tour moved in, we lingered, touching the walls,the inscriptions. We felt a cool breeze brush us as weducked in....


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We came up in a long narrow passage, walls of Stone,the tour single file along and the tour voice echoingfrom ahead.

The first thing you may notice is that we aremoving uphill and not down. This is because the Bur isnot a cave or burrow, but was built atop the original hill,on which we stand, and later covered. The Passage rises7 feet from front to back, and the sunlight enters at less

than one degree of arc from horizontal...This gallery is constructed of 53 Large

Standing Stones, or Megaliths, each over seven feet talland averaging 17 tons. This is twice the number atStonehenge, for instance, and indeed the largest

assembly of such Stones in the world. It is also thelargest example of their use to create an enclosed

structure, seconded by the Mound of Hostages at TaraHill.

"Mineral analysis has shown that these Stones werenot local to Meath, but brought from afar. We knownot how they came here, as no tools or conveyances

have ever been found, but the builders did give clue tojust when they came here in the mortar they made of


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leafy matter and sand of the Boyne, from which carbondating has revealed dates of 2700-3100 B.C.E, that is,5000 years ago. This is 1000 years Before Stonehengeand many hundred before the Great Pyramids of

Egypt...As we approach the inner chamber we see

again the Spiral motif engraved in the Stones. We dontknow their meaning but they are thought to refer to

Danu, Mother Goddess of All Erin, and to Lugh, theSun God who was her Consort, for whom this Bur is, in

Legend, Home...The tour-voice, echoing through the chamber,seemed answered by a faint whistle in the wind.Here at the back is the Stone Altar to which

the Suns Rays reach only at Dawn on the WinterSolstice, a phenomenon which last but 17 minutes. The

rays pass across the Stone and light the inscriptions.Above us the Corbelled Tower made of 126 flat

interlocking Stones rises 49 feet from where we stand.

The Legend is that this Tower, which as wesaid earlier was built above-ground, gathered Primordial

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Water, which condensed and collected in this basin inthe Altar stone. At Midwinter, the shortest day, the SunGod came and created from this Danu, and each yearreturns. Their union conceives life for the New Year,

which comes to fruition in Spring. Druids read theinterplay of light upon the inscriptions on the altar to

Divine the FAIL, or Fate, of the Tribe in the New Year.Thus is this Altar a Lia Fail, or Stone of Destiny.

"This Bur was also the Funery site of the HighKings of Tara, who commend by the Lia Fail at Tara.

Their cremation here symbolized their reunion with theSpirits of Earth and Sun, and a completion of the circleof FAIL, or fate, as decreed by these Stones of Destiny."

As the tour moved on we lingered, touching thewalls, the inscriptions, we felt a cool breeze. Listen!she whispered. And from high in the tower, echoing onthe Stones, a cry on the wind:

"e - e - i - r - r - i - e - e"


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NEWGRANGECounty Meadh, Ireland

DEC 16, 2012 (contd)As the eerie sound echoed among the Stones, a pale

mist filled the Tomb.The tour-voice faded out until all was still and gloom.

"We must go," said I. "Quickly now"but as I grasped her hand.

we hear a greatC-r-e-e-e-a-k" and "THUMP"and all went Totally Dark.

"What happened?" she exclaimed."Sounded like the Door-stone closed," ventured I.

"But that hasn't closed for three hundred years!" she


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cried. "Are we trapped?""Perhaps. Let's go see..."

Just then we hear a "SNAP!" from behind and whirl toface the sound.

It was pitch black, but we sensed some breathing.No. Blowing.

As one would a candle.As we watched, a glow spot emerged on the AltarStone. As the glow grew greater we saw a hooded

figure knealing before the Stone, blowing softly on theglow, bringing a small pyre to life.

"Aya hara eirin tul" she said. "It lives".She placed the two halves of the twig she had snapped

in a cross above the glow. As it increased we sawanother figure standing behind and above her also

dressed in a hooded robe and shaking a bone sceptretopped with a small skull over and all around the

Altar."Aya hara eirin tul" he echoed in a low whisper.

"Aya hara eirin dol."They repeated this enchantment together over and on

in ever rising voices. As the small pyre caught thetwigs, a wisp of smoke curled upward.


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Suddenly, a brilliant shaft of light shot through thePassage right past my ear, cutting through the thin

mist. It struck the far left of the Altar Stone.

Presently, the two fell silent and knelt before theStone, gazing at it intently as the Light played across.

Wafts of pyre-smoke cast a dancing half-shadow acrossSymbols hewn in the Stone.

Occasionally A Hooded One would gesture or place anew twig on the pyre but otherwise they remained

transfixed, silent.A cool breeze brushed my ear. The only sound was a

distant wail...


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("e - ee- i - i - r - r- r - i - i - e - e - e ")

As Light fulfilled its track across the Stone and bid adieuThe Pyre faded down and out and all was lost from view.But as she disappeared, the hooded figure turned to me.

"One Comes!" she said.... "It is your Destiny."< < * * > >

/ / / * * * PREVIEW * * * \ \ \

SHE WAS EIRIEEWhere eer gae the Irish, hear what

they Say:

Our heartstrings beginning happenedthat Way

Twas Eirie as claimed us thatBonnie Fine Day

When She came to Taraand started to Play.

COMING NEXT:

THE ROAD TO TARA


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"It's from this you get your strength.

The red earth of Tara..."

To many people in America, Tara

is best remembered as the home of Scarlett OHara in the

novel and movieGone with the WindThese passages

reflect the significance which author Margaret Mitchell

accorded it as a reflection of her own Irish ancestry:

P303: A SIEGE! Oh, turn the horse around! Im going

home, back home to Tara right away.

P412: Through the window in the faint light of the rising

moon, Tara stretched before her, Negroes gone, acres

desolate, barns ruined, like a body bleeding under her

eyes, like her own body, slowly bleeding. This was the end


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of the road, quivering old age, sickness, hungry mouths,

helpless hands plucking at her skirts. And at the end of

this road, there was nothing---nothing but Scarlet OHara

Hamilton, nineteen years old, a widow with a little child.

P413: She was seeing things with new eyes for,

somewhere along the long road to Tara, she had left her

girlhood behind her. She was no longer plastic clay,

yielding imprint to each new experience. The clay had

hardened, some time in this indeterminate day which hadlasted a thousand years. Tonight was the last time she

would ever be ministered to as a child. She was a woman

now and youth was gone.

P428: Only her feeling for Tara had not changed. She

never came home across the fields and saw the sprawling

white house that her heart did not swell with love and the

joy of homecoming. She never looked out or her window

at green pastures and red fields and tall tangled swamp

forests that a sense of beauty did not fill her. Her love for

this land with its sofltly rolling hills of bright red soil, this

beautiful red earth that was blood colored, garnet, brick

dust, vermillion which so miraculously grew green bushes

starred with white puffs, was one part of Scarlett which

did not change when all else was changing. Nowhere else

in the world was there land like this.

---- As from another world, she remembered a

conversation with her father about the land and


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wondered how she could have been so young, so

ignorant, as not to understand what he meant when he

said that the land was the one thing in the world worth

fighting for.For tis the only thing in the world that

lasts.and to anyone with a drop of Irish bloodin them

the land is like their mother.. Tis the only thing worth

working for, fighting for, dying for.Yes, Tara was worth fighting for and she accepted

simply and without question the fight. No one was goingto get Tara away from her.

P525: There isnothing left, She said at last. Nothing

left for me. Nothing to love. Nothing to fight for. You are

gone and Tara is going.

He looked at her for a long space and then, leaning,

scooped up a small wad of red clay from the ground.Yes, there is something left, he said, and the ghost of

his old smile came back, the smile which mocked himself

as well as her. Something you love better than me,

though you may not know it. Youve still got Tara.P529: So it was Jonas Wilkerson who wanted Tara.

Jonas and Emmie, who in some twisted way thought to

even past slights by living in the home where they had

been slighted. All her nerves hummed with hate, as they

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into the Yankees bearded face and fired. She wished she

had that pistol now.

Ill tear this house down stone by stone and burn it andsow every acre with salt before Ill see either of you put

foot over this threshold! she shouted. Get out, I tell you!

Get Out!

P1023: She had gone back to Tara once in fear and

defeat and she had emerged from it sheltering walls

strong and armed for victory. What she had done once,

please God, she could do again!

P1024: She thought of Tara and it was as if a gentle cool

hand were stealing over her heart.Ill Thinkof it all

tomorrow, at Tara. I can stand it then. Tomorrow, Ill

think of some way to get him back. After all, tomorrow is

another day.

(THE END)

from Gone with the Wind(MS Title "The Road to Tara")

1936 by Margaret Mitchell.

Warner Books edition 1993

Photo Warner Brothers Studios 1939


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The Irish heart is bound to Tara.Where eer may he roam, where ere he live,when his dreams go back to the Fair hills of

Erin, they go back to Tara. For Tara wasknown as the fairest of the fair, the Idyll ofInnisfail. And well it was, too. Her MiddleKingdom (Meath) realm had been the Seatand site of Coronation of the High Kings ofErin for a Thousand Years before the Birth ofOur Saviour, and fully a Thousand Yearsthereafter. Not till 1169, with the coming ofthe Normans, were the High Kingsoverthrown and Tara overcome. In that timeover A Hundred Kings have sat her throne.But, as the Bards recount:

Many a war has been waged for theDominion of Tara, and many a lad gonedown for his Liege before her. But for all ofthat, of the six score and more Kings who havesat Her Throne, who have earned the wail ofthe Llia Faill, who have wed the Sovereign ofErin, who have relit Her Pyres at Samhain,and feasted in the mighty Great Hall, not onehas ever laid claim to the possessing of Tara,

or to not know that he himself was but a guest.


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For it was known then as it might even now,that Tara was of Before. Tara was of TheGods. Tara was Eirie.Tara is Old. Very Old. Tara is one of theOldest sites of human occupation known toscience. The Stellae (stones) of Tara are muchlike those of Stonehenge, but are a thousandyears older. The record of Human occupationof County Meath goes back Five thousandyears to the time of the Barrow People. Thefamous Newgrange Barrow, whose designadmits the Sun to its chamber exactly on theWinter Solstice is dated to 3200 b c e. and theStellae of Tara are part of that time. Fivethousand years. Long before the Irish. Longbefore the Celts. Long before the time of TiaTephi and Eremon of our story. Long beforeLugh and the Tuatha DeDannon. BeforeNemed and the evil Fomoirie. BeforePartholan, grandson of Japeth, son of Noah....

BEFORE EIRIE:


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"Let us cease from the stories of the Gaedil, that we maytell of the seven peoples who took Ireland before them.

Cessair, d. Bith s. Noe took it,

Forty days before the Flood..." *

Leber Gabala Erinn: The Book of Takings of Ireland (c1035 A.D.)

She was Eiriee

She came on a cloud some bards will say

Or a raft if you take the Mortal way:

Daughter of Bris, fourth son of Noah,

Who, Scoffing the Ark, Set off on his own

. With family and Crew to West did sail

Following after an Oracles Tale.

Go west, it had prophesied

Follow Moons Trail

Find the Island of Destiny: Innisfail.


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Many moons West these brave did sail

Searching the Stars for Innisfail.

But though they did sail intrepidly

Alas, they foundered on Harsh North Sea.

All that survived were only She

And Finntain, her Promised, but separately.

He was blown overboard, Force of the GaleAnd swam, (but that is another Tale).

She rode a raft, no paddle, no sail,

Adrift on the currents of Innisfail.

She drifted along for many a day

Until the Moon had gone away

And when it did return again,

She saw its Crescent far ahead

That very moment it caught her Ear

So faint, So Distant, and yet so Clear

A Call on the Wind came cross the Sea

She heard it again! Eiriee! Eirieee!

A gull! She thought, A Seabird, no doubt!

And that means Land is here about!


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She broke off a scrap and began to row

Following after the Crescent's glow.

She harkened that sound come across the Sea.

Louder and clearer:

EIRIEE! EIRIEEE!

As Dawn's first fingers anointed her brow

She thought She heard another SoundA Rumble like Thunder, a distant Roar.

Surf! she cried. Destinys Shore!

She stood aloft and there in her sight

Glistening under Dawn's early light

A Headland of Green over cliffs so high

As to challenge a man to reach the sky.

And mighty boulders guarded it base

To challenge a man:

"You must earn this place."

Her thoughts aloud which trailed her stare

Of that strange sound had brought her here.

She spoke them on the wind that day

Fate commended her to say:


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I found this Place; it falls to me

To call it for posterity.

It is the Home of Destiny.

It is Eiriee Eiriee.----

She dwelt Many Moons in those Northern Reaches

Hearing the Sea and combing the beaches.

She spoke to the gulls and they talk her back

She learned of their language for all of that

But She became lonely, restless, and so

In the Spring bid farewell and started to go.

Toward the High Heathered Hills that beckoned her inTo her Destiny at the Heart of Erin.

That Summer she followed the brooks and streams

Giving them names as they guided her dreams.

Learning the nook and cranny features

Friending all the small wild creatures

She dwelt in the forest and ran on the plaine

Still harking that sound her heart drew in

Carried along upon the wind:

Eiriee, Eiriee, Eirieee.----


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First snows of Winter dusted her Path

Pale Crescent Moon rose up at her back

Came on a High Meadow flowered in Heath

Shrouded before her in cold swirling mist.

As she approached, dim forms did appear.

Persons? she wondered, froze still in fear.

She watched for awhile but the forms made no move,So she took a deep breath and gathered her nerve

She crept forward softly until she could see:

Stones! she said softly Around a Gold Tree.

The Stones were like Giants,twice height a man,

Displayed in a Circle, like some kind of Plan.

A Path led her onward close to the rim

She stood on the threshold and as she stepped in:


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C-C-CRASH! Came a Thunder close all around.

F-F-FLASH!! Came a Lightening up out of the ground.

She fell on the Threshold, froze in alarm,

Wondering if she had done something wrong

But becoming convinced she had come to no harmRose up and looked around.

She gazed out across to the far other side

Where two Spires of Stone reached to the skyBeneath and Between them, a Stone-wrought Pyre.

Now on it erupted a god-wrought Fire.

She watched and She waited and Listened and then

That faint eerie sound did beckon her In

She rose and She tiptoed light cross the Heath

Stood by the fire, feeling its Heat

She sat long beside it, then nod away

Her Dream is what brings us this Tale today

She saw leven children, or so they did seem,

But their faces were aged, their Eyes a wise gleam.

They gather around her and link all their arms

In a circle for chanting some unknown Charms.

She feel herself rising, yet no touch of Hand

And finds herself looking out cross the Whole Land


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Its Rivers and Forests, Its High Hill of Green

Its Glens and it Meadows and clear lakes pristine

Spread there before her, she took it all in

It is Eirie! she cried.She named it Erinne.

.She woke with the Dawn and Neath the Gold Tree

Was an Item of Beauty as eer She did see.

Mountain Ash wrought by some unknown One,

Its filigreed giltings Glowd in the Sun..

Its Silver Strings glisten with morning dew

She came up beside it and then She Knew!

Her songs are beloved throughout the Land.You know it is Eiree. Eirieee!

Where eer gae the Irish, hear what they say:

Our heartstrings beginning happened that Way

Twas Eirie as claimed us that

Bonnie Fine DayWhen She came to Tara and started to Play.

The Bards call her Cessair, Medeb, Erin.

She became known as The Sovereign

But there in the Memory of those Stones so longShe called herself Lyra. She was:

The Song,

She was Eiree. Eirieee!

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The Stones of Tara, five thousand years

Have stood on that Hill and gathered the tears

Of Joy and Sorrow, Hope and LoveAnd kept for you the meaning of

Your Spirits link to all you see

The Trees, the Stones, the Stars, the Sea

That you may find your Destiny

To be Eiriee Eirieee.

Five thousand years at Destinys Throne

A People, a Tribe, A Land they call Home

The Stones of Tara are standing there still

Alone in the Heather, upon Tara Hill.

Nobody knows where those Stones came of

Perhaps from Below, Perhaps from Above.

Perhaps they have grown from Irelands core.

Perhaps they have come from Before Before.

Nor ken Bards tell you how Tara be named

. Some will say Tamair, Some say Loghlaine.

But Tara is older, Grander than that:

Look Away, Look away to the Peaks of Tibet:


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Hindi will tell you: Tara they say,

is Goddess of Star; Immortal Fire.

Ruler of Nature , Mother of Earth

The Gods by her were given Birth

Her province is Mercy,

Her providence Grace

Keeper of Knowledge for all the Race

Rescue you from Ignorance to

Truths Commanding Shore

Sail you through the Stars tonight,

Like it was Before Before.

Make you live and laugh each day

Throughout your whole life long.

Bring you a sweet Melody;

Shes Goddess of The Song.

--

Ken you Believe Bards song is true,

That Spirit speaks through him to you

A Promise made to you today

Is all thats left for him to say:

Come to Tara, As You Will

Climb among Her Heathered Hills

Moon will find you presentlyShow you place where you may see


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A Maiden Fair with Auburn Hair,

and In her hands a gilded Lyre

Wind will bring it to your earSame for you as long Before

Youll hear a song of Destiny:

Eiriee-e! Eiriee-e!.. Eirieee-e-e!

* * * (The End) * * *

{Stone=Lia=Lya:(voice)=Lyra=Lyric=Song>Lyre=Harp}

"And when you hear that song...Come crying like the wind

It seems like all this life is just a dream--Robert Hunter

(Coat of Arms of Ireland)


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From "The Book of Goddesses by Nancy Blair ( Vega, 2002)

TARA: Tara is the Mother Goddess of Tibet and India.

Cultures from India to Ireland derived the names of

their beloved earth Mother from Tara. Hebrew: Terah,

Latin Terra Mater. Etruscan: Turan, Ireland: Tara.

In Hinduism, she is a Star Goddess, the unquenchable

fire, calling new life into being. Often appearing as a

celestial boat woman, she carries the suffering from

the shores of ignorance and illusion to the shores of

knowledge.

In Buddhism Tara is the Mother of all Deities. She is

devoutly prayed to for the relief of human suffering.

Her many guises include a young and playful girl:

Tara. She laughs and know the Lighthearted games of

life. Springtime is filled with her Song.

Affirmation: Tara speaks through me with words of

Love and compassion. I nurture the little girl who lives

in my heart. Every moment is a Blessing.

** * P R E V I E W * **He turned to his diminutive companion:

"I saw she was a rock!" he said.

"And?"

He bent to the Wee One's ear.

A Power! he whispered.

"And so now d' ye ken her Destiny?


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TARA: (Irish: "Place of Assembly"),

Low hill (about 507 feet [154 m]) in CountyMeath, I reland, occupying an important

place in Irish legend and history.

The earliest local remains consist of a smallpassage grave (c. 2100 BC) known as

Dumha na nGiall ("Mound of the Hostages").

Numerous Bronze Age burials were found inthe earth mound, which lies just inside theperimeter of a vast oval enclosure called

Rth na Righ ("Fortress of the Kings").

Near the centre of this are two conjoined

earthworks: Forradh ("Royal Seat") andTeach Cormaic ("Cormac's House").

On the latter is a pillar stone, often thought tobe the inauguration stone of the kings of

Tara..."Encyclopedia Britannica


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THE

OF TARA

"Tara is portrayed in the earliest Irish sagas as the

domain of gods and goddesses and heroic, semi-divine

kings. The god Lug and the goddess Danu are

particularly associated with Tara.

Lug was the greatest of the Celtic gods. He was the

divine manifestation of the kingship of Tara, whose

voice was heard through the utterances of the Lia Fil.

Danu was the greatest of the de Danann goddesses; she

was the mother of the Irish gods. Daughter of the

Dagda, and like him associated with the ideas of

fertility and blessing, Danu was also known as Brid "the

poetess". Brid is identified with the goddess Brigit or

Brigantia, territorial deity of the Brigantes, a powerful

Celtic tribe of North Britain. Brigantia was associated

with water and gives her name to rivers; the Brighid in

Ireland; the Braint in Wales; and the Brent in England.

"

From mythicalireland.net.


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The seventh name was Inis Fail; and it is the

Tuatha De Danann gave that name to itfrom a stone they brought with them into it,

Which was called the Lia Fail

The Tribe of Danu is writ large across the

History of Erin. They came in smoke and majick,Mortals who became Immortal and left their names asthe Gods of the Celtic Race and the foundation of Irish

and Wiccan Legends. Their Stories are legion, but, asintroduction, hear now, direct from the Ancient texts:The Coming of Thai De'...

Four gifts with them brought from afar,

By the nobles of the Tuatha D Danann:

A sword, a stone, a shapely caldron,

A spear for facing tall champions.

Lia Fil from Flias hither,

Which used to roar under the king of Ireland"


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*From: Lebor Gabala ErinneA.D.1035

55. So that they were the Tuatha De Danannwho came to Ireland. In this wise they came, indark clouds. They landed on the mountains of

Conmaicne Rein in Connachta; and theybrought a darkness over the sun for three days

and three nights.

56. They demanded battle of kingship of the FirBolg. A battle was fought between them, to wit

the first battle of Mag Tuired, in which ahundred thousand of the Fir Bolg fell.

Thereafter they [the D] took the kingship ofIreland. Those are the Tuatha Dea - gods were

their men of arts, non-gods their husbandmen.

They knew the incantations of druids, andcharioteers, and trappers, and cupbearers

The second order which used to be called D,such are their druids, whence it is the above

three used to be called the three gods ofDanann.

Wherefore they were called 'gods' (is) from thewonderfulness of their deeds of magic.

The third order which was called Danann, namely,the order which was given to dn,(art) or to crafts;

for dn and card are equal...


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From: (Faras Feasa Erinne ca. 1635:)

"Concerning the Tuatha D Danann, they

...came to Ireland; and, on their coming to

land, Monday Bealtaine in the north of Ireland,

they burn their ships, so to certify that, this

rann was composed:

Each warrior of them burned his ship,

When he reached noble Eire:

It was a grave decision in his state

The vapour of the ships being burned.

After that they put a mist of druidism

around them for the space of three days, so

that they were not manifest to any one of the

Fir Bolg till they reached Sliabh-an-iarainn.

Thence they send an embassy from them to

Eochaidh, son of Earc, and to the chiefs of the

Fir Bolg, to demand the kingdom of Ireland or

battle on its account.

Whereupon, the battle of Magh Tuireadh Southis fought between the Fir Bolg and the Tuatha

D Danann, so that the battle was gained on

the Fir Bolg, and that a hundred thousand of

them were slain, according as we have said

above...


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from: Leber Gabala Erinne c.1035

Four cities,justly famous,

They occupied in sway with great power,

Where they used to wage war ingeniously

For learning and for exact knowledge.

Filias and Gorias bright,Finias and Murias of great deeds,

To blazon their sallies abroad

And the names of the great cities.

Morias and Euras high-placed,

Arias and Semias austere;

Their naming is profitable discourse,

Of the names of the sages of the noble gain.

Morias the sage of Filias itself,

Euras in Gorias, of good disposition,

Semias in Murias, southern stronghold

Arias fair, sage of Finias.

Four gifts with them brought from afar,

By the nobles of the

Tuatha D Danann:


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A sword, a stone, a shapely caldron,

A spear for facing tall champions.

Lia Fil from Flias hither,

Which used to roar under the king of Ireland;

The sword of the hand of Lgh the active,

From Gorias-choicest of great store.

From Finias far over the sea,

Was brought the spear of Lgh who was not

weak;

From Muriasgreat prodigious gift

The caldron of the Daghdha of Lofty deeds.

King of heaven, king of feeble men,Protect me, king of the great stars,

Prince, who hast endurance of hateful things,

And the strength of the gentle tribes...


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From Faras Feasa Erinne 1635

The seventh name was Inis Fail; and it

is the Tuatha D Danann gave that

name to it, from a stone they brought

with them into it, which was called the

Lia Fail:

(i.e. Saxum Fatale, i.e.'Stone of Destiny')

,..and it was a Stone on which were

enchantments, for it used to roar under

the person who had the best right to

obtain the sovereignty of Ireland at thetime of the men of Ireland being in

assembly at Tara to choose a king over

them.

Here is a verse of quotation proving that

it is from this Stone that Ireland is

called Inis Fail, as Cionaoth the poetsaid:

The stone which is under my two heels,

from it is named Inisfail;

Between two shores of a mighty flood,

the plain of Fl on all Ireland.


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From: History of Ireland, Keating, 1635:

Of the invasion of the Tuatha D Danann here:

The Tuatha D Danann are of the posterity of the third

chief of the race of Neimheadh who had gone on adventures

from Ireland after the destruction of the tower of Conaing,

namely, Iobath son of Beothach; and, according to someantiquaries, the place which was inhabited by them was Boetia

in the north of Europe. Some others say that it is in the

Athenian territory they dwelt, where the city of Athens is.

Understand, O reader, that Boeotia and the city of Athens,

according to Pomponius Mela, are in the district of Greece

which is called Achaia: and that it is there they learned their

magic and their arts until they became skilled in every trick of

sorcery.

It happened about that time that a great fleet came from the

country of Syria to make war on the people of the Athenian

country, so that there was daily warfare between them;

As regards the Tuatha D Danann, when they saw the people of

Syria prevailing over the people of the country, they, in oneband, depart from that territory, for fear of them, and they

made no stay till they came to the country of Lochlonn, i.e.

Norway, where they got welcome from the people of the

country for the extent of their science and of their varied arts.

Indeed, they obtained four cities, so as to be teaching the young

folk of that country in them.


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The names of the cities here:Filias, Gorias, Finias, and Murias.

The Tuatha D Danann place four sages in those cities toteach the sciences and the varied arts they had to the youths of

the country; Semias in Murias, and Arias in Finias, and Eurus

in Gorias, and Morias in Filias.

They had four noble jewels, which they brought from those

cities, namely, a stone of virtue from Filias; it is it that is called

Lia Fil; and it is it that used to roar under each king of Ireland

on his being chosen by them up to the time of Conchubhar (aswe mentioned before), and it is to that stone is called in Latin

Saxum fatale. another name for it (is) the Stone of Destiny; for

it was in destiny for this stone, whatever place it would be in,

that it is a man of the Scotic nation, i.e. of the seed of Mleadh

of Spain, that would be in the sovereignty of that country,

according as is read, in Hector Boetius in the history of

Scotland. Here is what he says, viz

The Scotic nation, noble the race,Unless the prophecy be false,Ought to obtain dominion,

Where they shall find the Lia Fil

Ni fallat fatum, Scoti quocunque locatum,invenient lapidem, regnare tenentur ibidem.


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"I have come after death to be honoured by

you, and I am of the race of Adam.

My name is Lugh son of Ethniu son of

Smretha son of Tigernmar son of Faelu son

of Etheor son of Irial son of Eremon son of

Mile deSpaigne.

I have come to tell you the Measure of yourSovranty and that of every prince that will

come of you in Tara forever.

NEXT:

THE COMING OF LUGH


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Legend of Llyafayll

is the name given by Julius Caesar to the Celtic Sun

God, LUGH, the quote-marks distinguishing Him from

the Roman God Mercury, whom He closely resembles

as Sun God, Keeper of Knowledge, and Champion.

He is known as the Creator and Consort of DANU, the

Mother Goddess, and remembered in Legend as Hero

of the Tuatha De Danann. He was the first High King

at Tara, and Champion Leige to THE SOVEREIGN,

spiritual Queen of Ireland. He recurs as Mortal and

Spirit many times through the Legends.

Here, His first arrival at Tara, and the Terms of his

Admittance. Nuada of the Silver Hand has only lately

regained the Throne from the woeful Regency of the

demi-Fomorian, Bris, who in revenge has increased his

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From the Ramparts at Tara the watch espiedfour riders approach at the morning-tide..

Three dressed in black, but at the van

The One was in gold and green tartan

He wore a diadem aloft.

The Keeper hailed this party to avast and hold,Came he then down to the gate and told:

. Who be ye, One

And why thee come

This day

To noble Tara?


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I be Lugh, Milord.

Lonnan-sclech,

Son of Cian

Son of Dian Cecht

And of Ethene, daughter of

Balor son of

Tailtiu daughter of Magmor, King of Spain and

Of Medeb Gerb mac Dwach

Queen of Connaught.

.

I bear Liege, Milord,

To Tara this day

To the Ard Ri de Tuatha de Danann.

(High King of the People of Danu)

What Art it is

That Practice thee?

As none may enter Tara's realm

Lest they be possessed of Art.

Test me, milord! I am a Builder!

We do not need you. We have a builder

Lua-chada, whose skill these rampartsAnd this Great Hall attest.

Test me, sirrah, I am a Smith.

We do not need you.

Cualenech of the Three Techniques

is our Master Bronze Smith.


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Test me, One! I am a Champion.

We do not need you.

Our Champion is Ogma,

victor at Mag Tured.

Test me. I am a Harper.

Ours is Aleen, of the Silver Song,

Whom the men of the three gods chose within

the Sidh.

Test me. I am a Warrior.

Bresal Etarlam mac Eodach Buethlaim

is the Name our Enemies Fear.

Test me. I am a Poet and Historian.

Our bard is An mac Ethamain,

Whose verse makes kingdoms quake.

Test me. I am a Sorcerer.

Our Druids are abundant

Their powers are Renown.

Test me. I am a Doctor.

Cian Cecht of the Silver Hand is our noble


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physician

Test me. I am a Singer.

Tara's Halls are filled with Song.

"Query me, then, Keeper,

if any one within

Is yet of all these things.

If so, I shall not pass.

The Keeper went before the King:

All Arts which help your People,Sire.

Test Him. saith Nuada King.

At the Boards.

And so Chess boards were Brought about

The Games went on all day

In the end the king was trapped

The Stranger had his ways.

Ard Ri, upon hearing this.

Conferred with his Fili

Such a one as wise as thishas never come to Tara.

I Wonder if he

Could assist our liberty

from the bond and bane of the Fomorii,

Bid him Enter.

And so Lugh entered Tara's Hall


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Was ushered to the throne,

Was bid to sit upon a Stone

The Stone of Knowledge

The noble Sages Stone.

There would be a test... began the King..."

(EN FIN)

19th

Century Illustration of Lugh playing chess or Fidchell

COMING NEXT:

MEASURE OF SOVRANTY


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Lgh Lmhfada,

Son of Cian, son of Dianchacht, son ofEasar Breac, son of Nd, son of Iondaoi, son ofAllaoi, held the kingdom of Ireland forty years.It is this Lgh who appointed the Fair of Taillte

at first as a yearly commemoration of Taillte,daughter of Madhmr, i.e. king of Spain, who

was wife to Eochaidh, son of Earc, last king ofthe Fir Bolg, and who was wife after that to

Eochaidh Garbh, son of Duach Dall, a chief ofthe Tuatha D Danann. It is by this woman

Lgh Lmhfada was fostered and trained till he

was fit to bear arms; and it is as an honourablecommemoration for her Lgh instituted thegames of the Fair of Taillte a fortnight before

Lghnasadh, and a fortnight after it, resemblingthe games called 'Olympiades': and it is from

that memorial which Lgh used to make.

Lghnasadh is given (as name) to the first dayof the Calends of August, i.e. the nsadh

(commemoration) of Lgh.

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July 15-Aug15. (Feast day Aug 1)

Lughnassadh (pronounced "LOO-nahs-ah") orLammas, is one of the Greater Wiccan Sabbats andis usually celebrated on August 1st or 2nd, although

occasionally on July 31st.The Celtic festival held in honor of the Sun

God Lugh (pronounced "Loo") is traditionally held

on August 7th. Some Pagans celebrate this holidayon the first Full Moon in Leo. This holiday celebratesthe protective power of the god Lgh, who presidesover this holiday and is honoured as guardian of the

wild and cultivated crops. Lghnasadh wascelebrated with market fairs and games, offerings tothe god on hill tops, and horse races through water.

Just as Brighid tempers the winter elements atImbolc, Lgh tempers the heat of summer at this,the hottest time of the year. Thunderstorms on this

day are considered a good omen. Like Bealtaineand Samhain it is traditionally celebrated with

bonfires.


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With the first snows of Winter came Samhain(pronounced "sow-en" or "sav-an") the Wiccan Grand

Sabbat and beginning of the Irish New Year. Samhainmarks the transition from summer to winter. It was a

harvest Festival and time to honor Anecestors.

Throughout Erin all hearth-fires were extingushed

and could not be relit until the Grand Pyre of Tara was

lit by the Archdruids. In this twilight time, the veilbetween this world and the Otherworld was thinnest

and the spirit of Ancestors could return, or in somelegends, Mortals could enter the Otherworld. In the time

of darkness before the pyres were relit, spirits of theDead could mingle aboveworld.

This is the origin of the masquerade of Halloween as

these spirits were by rights allowed to attend the theGreat Feast at Tara. These visitors from the Sidh were to

be accorded hospitality if they were civil, or if hostile,restrained or destroyed.

Samhain figures extensively in the Irish Legends. The

Second Battle of Mag Tured whereat Lugh slays the evil

Balor, was at Samhain. Fionn MacCuill, Legendary

Captain of the Fianna, earned his rank by rescuing Tarafrom the Underword marauders who had been

plagueing her for nine years at Samhain.

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The challenge of patrickHigh King Leoghaire sat with all his royal

entourage awaiting the moment when the Royal Firewould come to life, when suddenly all were struck withfear and amazement. To their consternation, a distantlight appeared and began to grow gradually brighteron the Hill of Slane, 12 miles away. All wondered whowould dare do such a thing as to light a fire against the

kings edict and bring upon themselves the sentence ofdeath.

The king consulted his wisest men, yet no one knew theidentity of the culprit. However, the court's wizards

made this declaration:O great king, live for ever. This fire, which has been

lit on the Hill of Slane before your fire here on the Hill

of Tara, will never be put out unless it is extinguishedthis very night. Even more, it will be greater than thepower of our fire, and the one who lit it will overcome usall, even you, and will win over all the men of your land,and all the kingdoms will be subject to it, for it will fill

all things and reign for ever!

"The first thing to note is that the feast of Samhaintakes place at Tara. Tara is the seat of the High King;

he represents the linchpin of his kingdom, the central

axis around which all else turns. Tara itself, along with

the Lia Fail, represents the order and foundation of the

earthly plane of Ireland."

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From "The Hidden House of Lugh"

King Conn (of the Hundred Battles) with his FILIin towstrode out upon the Ramparts of Tara as was his want by the

Eventide, lest her enemies or the Fairy-folk take Tara

unawares.

He chanced to step upon a certain Stone and immdiately

there filled the air a Wail as could be heard throughout all of

Tara like none ever heard before. Fifty-three times the wail

recurred long after the King had stepped away.

"What Wail is this that shudders me?" asked the King of the

Fili.

"What Stone is this which renders such Roar?"

The Filipaused as he stroked his long beard. "'Tis Danann,

Highness. "Tis Lia Fail. "Tis Fo-al, the under-stone, that is the

Stone which is under the True High King. The number of wails

reveals the number of your line as shall reign after you. but


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the measure of their sovranty is not mine to tell. Expect not

an answer for fifty-three days..."

On the fifty-third day the King and his crew were riding out

across Tara Hill when a dense mist arose all around them andall sound ceased. From across the field through the mist

appeared a Rider, quite tall and Blonde, dressed all in Tartan

with an Olde Crowne on his head. He made cast of three

spears one after each, which arched high and fell in a perfect

straight line before the King.

"Avast ye there, such assault on the Person of the King!"yelled the Fili. "On penalty of Death!"

At this, the Rider drew up and offered his sword to the King.

The king, accepting, said, "Say well who you are and what

about, that I may return this to you."

"I am Lugh Lamphada, long of these parts, and I bear Tidings.

I bid you come with me to my house nearby for a sup and anale and perhaps a tale."

And so they rode off after the One till they came to a spot

that was glow'd by the sun. In the meadow hidden as just

sharp eyes might see, a small house was standing beneath a

Gold Tree.

Within the cottage a Maiden Fair stood waiting and holding a

cup of Ale.

"Bid welcome and Enter" she said to the King,

"a quaff and some broth as the evening begins."

It came not long after, a shadow it seemed. a trick of the

light that made a quick gleam. A vision most like their host

just well met, but dressed now in armour, with a sheild and a


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spear, and a Great Horned Helm upon his head.

It grew to great height in the corner there and when it spoke,

Thunder filled the air:

THE DELIVERANCE OF LUGH.I AM NOT A PHANTOM.

I AM NOT A SPECTRE

I HAVE COME AFTER DEATHTO BE HONORED BY YOU

AND I AM OF THE RACE OFADAM.

MY NAME IS LUGHSON OF ETHNU

SON OF TIGERMARSON OF EREMON

SON OF MILE DESPAIGNE.

I HAVE COME TO TELL YOUTHE MEASURE OF YOUR

SOVRANTYAND THAT OF EVERY PRINCE

THAT WILL COME OF YOU


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IN TARA FOREVER.

I AM LUGH,SON OF THE SUN

WHOSE BRIGHT SHIELD BLINDSTHE MINIONS OF DARKNESS

WHOSE SACRED SPEAR PIERCESTHE EVIL EYE ;

WHOSE SWORD DEFENDSTHE THRONE OF ERIN.

I AM LUGHCONSORT TO DANUBY WHOM CONCEIVE

YOUR SEASONS BOUNTY

I AM LUGHCHAMPION LIEGE

TO THE QUEEN OF EIRIE

WHO GRANTS AND GUARDSYOUR SPIRIT HOME.

I AM LUGH THE SAGE

THE POETS CHARGEWHOSE WILL AND WISDOM

COMES TO YOUBY SONG OF

LIA FAIL

I AM LUGHSON OF THE SUN

WHOSE RAYS DISPELYOUR DARKNESS.WHO RISES AGAIN

TO THE CHALLENGE OF EVIL


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TO FREE YOUR SPIRITFROM THAT DOMAIN.

WHAT ARMS HAVE YE

EACH AND AMONGTO WEILD AGAINST EVIL?

WHAT TRUTH HAVE YEEACH AND AMONG?

TO RENDER IN CAUSE OFSPIRIT?

WHAT SONG HAVE YEEACH AND AMONG?

TO ADD TO THE VOICE OFHOPE?

WHAT SENSE HAVE YEEACH AND AMONG?

TO BUILD THE CAUSE OFJUSTICE?

THESE ABOVE ALL WILL HOLDACCOUNT

THE MEASURE OF YOURSOVEREIGNTY.

THESE ABOVE ALL SHALL BETHE MEASURE OF YOUR

GRACE.

THESE ABOVE ALL SHALL BEYOUR LEGACY

TO ALL THOSE COME OF YOU

AT TARA FOREVER.


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He swirled his cape around himself

And vanished in thin air.

The Sovereign, for it was She,

Began to chant a poetry.A list of Kings, some fifty three.

"These are those to come of thee".

A mist arose and when it cleared,

The House and all had disappeared.

A field of Heath was all to see.And their horses standing beneath

a Gold Tree.

Coming Next:

. The Sons of Mil .


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But my people make a distinctionbetween destiny and fate We dont think weare born with a fate that impells us to act

out some script composed by a higherhand, but rather than each of us has a

destiny, a pre-existing pattern which, in ourhearts, we wish one day to fulfill.

From: The Magic Circleby Katherine Neville


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KELCEY:

IRISH GIRLS NAME; HISTORICLIST. DERIVES FROM OLDE

GAELIC CHOILE SEA MEANING"VICTORY AT SEA"

Milesius(Mileadh) was the CelticKing of Galicia, a region in Northwest Iberia

( Spain; hence Mile DeSpagne) His brother Ithwas a builder and navigator.

Legend is that Ith built a High Tower from the

top of which he was able to espy a Green andMisty Island. So he set off to find it and claim it

for Mil.

When he arrived at what was thenInnisfail, the Dananns, surmising his purpose,

slew him abruptly and sent his body back to Mil,who was enraged. He marshaled a Fleet of a

Hundred Ships which he sent forth undercommand of his Seven Sons to avenge the death

of Ith and take Erin,

Upon first arriving, the Sons of Mil landed


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unopposed and marched forthwith to Tara andthere laid siege. The Dananns, dispairing,

insisted the Sons of Mil to parley and there put it

forth that according to the Rules of War (asapparently practiced at that time) it was nothonorable to take a land by Stealth without

according option to defend or sustain a fair fight.The Sons of Mil concurred in this and so it was

agreed they would return to their ships andStand Off at Sea for three days beforeattempting to take Erin by force. In the three

days the Dananns were able to rally their Druids,who, by Magical Means, invoked Great Stormes

upon the seas and Great Windes against the

Fleet which battered it immensely and wouldhave prevailed but for the

Rune of Amorgen:

Amorgen was the Eldest son of Mil, aDruid and High Priest of that Line. On the Nightbefore Seventh Day, after much soothsaying anddivination, he composed a Majick Rune to dispel

the Stormes. But he took ill in the night onaccount of his efforts, and so it fell to his

Consort, the High Priestess, to lead her Acolytes


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in the Chanting of the Rune at Dawn. By thisChant was the Storme Spelle broken and

thereupon after Sons of Mil took Erin. When

finally Eremon, Son of Mil became High Kingat Tara, and Amorgen High Priest, She became

High Priestess.We know now not her One True Name but only

that which the people gave her:

She was the one who Quelled the Sea.She was Quellsea.

And her Victory at Sea was not one of armsbut ofMajick.

Irish hipness pop quiz: In theabove piece mark with your pencilexactly where the Blarney begins.


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76. The Sons of Ml fought the battle of Life; therewere monsters in shapes of giants which the Tatha DDanann had summoned to themselves by druidry. The

Sons of Ml (ber, rimn and r), fought the battle

valiantly. The horse (gabar) of rimn fell there, underGabar Life rwminatur. They came thereafter till theywere in the mountain over against [Loch] Dergderc.

77.The sons of Ml had colloquy with Eriu in SliabMis.

Said She unto them:

"If it be to take Ireland ye have come, not right werethe good-fortune in which ye have come."

It is by necessity," said Amorgen Glingel, the poet."A gift from you to me then," said she.

"What gift?" said they."That my name may be on this Island," said she.

"What is thy name? said they.

"Eiru," said she."Let it be a name for this Island " said Amorgen

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