Daithi O'Hogain, p19 of Fionn Mac Cumhal: Images of the Celtic Hero, quotes from the Munster Genealogies in LL 1373. Noine, is said to be lying in the womb, 'Nine years, that is nine months by nine.'
This implies that Druids counted one calendar as 9 X 40 days, which would give a year of 360 days, plus 5 extra days, identical to the ancient Egyptians.
The Bible has some mentions of 40 as a period of particular time, such as the 40 years the Israelites spent in the desert in Exodus. Jewish sources relate that their month of Elul, begins the 40 days of prayer that Moses made to God during a time of tribulation.
The Christian calendar may betray evidence of the same 40 day months. Lent is 40 days before Easter, while the Ascension of Christ is 40 days after Easter.
Perhaps the 40 days of rain from if it rains on St Swithun's Day, July 15th, is some memory of the same.
The esoteric nature of the 40 day Lenten fast preceding the 40 days from Crucifixion to Christ's Ascension, can only be marvelled at. Doubtless there was far more to it than this.........
Saturday, 24 September 2016
Wednesday, 21 September 2016
The British robin is uniquely friemdly as the druid bird
Today, i was chatting to a robin, as many gardeners do. This delightful friendly little bird, sat in the branches of an apple tree, wanting my attention. Unlike other gardeners, I do not feed my robin and our relationship is more one of mutual understanding and friendship. We communicate, not with words, although I do talk to him, but through the sense of meaning; an intuitive understanding between us.
Just why the British robin is so friendly, when apparently, he is not in other countries, is one of those ancient Druid mysteries handed down by tradition over the centuries. For sure, my grandmother, long since departed, had a similar close relationship with her robins, which I witnessed first hand.
In folklore, there is an ancient rhyme (LegendaryDartmoor.co.uk/wren) which goes 'Robin redbreast and the wren, God almighty's cock and hen, him that harries their nest, never shall his soul have rest, kill a robin or a wren, never prosper boy or man.'
The reason for this, was that a wren or a robin, on discovering a human corpse, will cover it over with leaves and moss as a mark of their love for the human race.
Certainly, my robin shows incredible love for me, similar to the gushing love which a dog will often display towards humans.
However, we also know that in folklore, the wren was the Druid bird. There is extensive lore on these two mysterious birds which reveals just how important they were to our ancestors. The name Jenny wren is comparable to the frequent use of Jenny for fairy or the goddess herself, whereas Cock robin can be either Welsh coch meaning red, for his redbreast, or be an oblique reference to cock as in the phallic nature of the Horned God, Cernunnos himself. This red nature of the god, is precisely what we find in Irish myth, where the Dagda is the red god, whose sexual propensity with the Morrigna or mother goddess, brought fertility to the River Unius, upon which they had a massive sexual liaison, and all the land around.
One only has to think of the importance of the 'Who killed Cock Robin ?' rhyme, to know that this conceals a great mystery which the Druids bequeathed to us and indeed, oral tradition insisted that this rhyme was of vital consequence. 'I said the fly, with my little eye' is in direct comparison with the curious reference in Culhwch and Olwen to Drem, whose vision could encompass the entire country while a fly......... It is therefore a rhyme which corresponds with our most ancient British myth.
So I love my little robin and I know that he is a representative of the almighty god himself and if one wants a classic example of the power of the red god, then one could do no better than to study the frenetic nature of the Irish tale, Da Derga's Hostel.
The mysteries of the 'red' are quite something, to overwhelm the Irish high king, but then for the Druids, all this made perfect sense when red is the highest colour in alchemy.
Just why the British robin is so friendly, when apparently, he is not in other countries, is one of those ancient Druid mysteries handed down by tradition over the centuries. For sure, my grandmother, long since departed, had a similar close relationship with her robins, which I witnessed first hand.
In folklore, there is an ancient rhyme (LegendaryDartmoor.co.uk/wren) which goes 'Robin redbreast and the wren, God almighty's cock and hen, him that harries their nest, never shall his soul have rest, kill a robin or a wren, never prosper boy or man.'
The reason for this, was that a wren or a robin, on discovering a human corpse, will cover it over with leaves and moss as a mark of their love for the human race.
Certainly, my robin shows incredible love for me, similar to the gushing love which a dog will often display towards humans.
However, we also know that in folklore, the wren was the Druid bird. There is extensive lore on these two mysterious birds which reveals just how important they were to our ancestors. The name Jenny wren is comparable to the frequent use of Jenny for fairy or the goddess herself, whereas Cock robin can be either Welsh coch meaning red, for his redbreast, or be an oblique reference to cock as in the phallic nature of the Horned God, Cernunnos himself. This red nature of the god, is precisely what we find in Irish myth, where the Dagda is the red god, whose sexual propensity with the Morrigna or mother goddess, brought fertility to the River Unius, upon which they had a massive sexual liaison, and all the land around.
One only has to think of the importance of the 'Who killed Cock Robin ?' rhyme, to know that this conceals a great mystery which the Druids bequeathed to us and indeed, oral tradition insisted that this rhyme was of vital consequence. 'I said the fly, with my little eye' is in direct comparison with the curious reference in Culhwch and Olwen to Drem, whose vision could encompass the entire country while a fly......... It is therefore a rhyme which corresponds with our most ancient British myth.
So I love my little robin and I know that he is a representative of the almighty god himself and if one wants a classic example of the power of the red god, then one could do no better than to study the frenetic nature of the Irish tale, Da Derga's Hostel.
The mysteries of the 'red' are quite something, to overwhelm the Irish high king, but then for the Druids, all this made perfect sense when red is the highest colour in alchemy.
Monday, 19 September 2016
The lapwing, guardian of the mysteries
The lapwing or plover, is a very mysterious bird. Sadly much rarer these days, its haunting cry is still firmly etched in my mind, when one could often hear it on the moors.
It was the lapwing that was the bird which was involved with the bringing together of King Solomon and the Queen of Sheba, whose entrance was made even more famous by Handel's stirring 'Entrance of the Queen of Sheba'. She was the ultimate lady of magic and mystery and the source of the Shekinah, which we now call the Holy Grail.
In Britain, the lapwing was a prophetic bird. Donald Mackay, in This Was My Glen, wrote about Broubster, SW of Thurso in Caithness. He tells us that old James Macrory was a prophet who foretold the coming of the Macdonalds to the Sandridge Estate, because lapwings calling in Gaelic between Broubster and Reay on the hillside, sung to him "Willock-a wease se Innes tha bhain ach 'se Domhnullach bhios.' This translates as 'Its Innes that's in, but its Macdonald that's coming.'
In one of the Welsh Triads, Trioedd Ynys Prydein number 84, the mysterious Battle of Cad Godeu or Battle of the Tree Tops, was brought about by a bitch, roebuck and plover (lapwing). This battle was partly about the secret knowledge of the power of the letters and the trees, but it is far more than that. The bitch, was as Robert Graves observed, the Goddess herself as we discover in the various Neolithic burial chambers named after the bitch, whereas the roebuck is the source of the chase through the tangled forest of those tree tops which emerge as combatants in the conflict with an unnamed enemy. Yet it is fairly obvious that the enemy of the trees just happens to be a rather overpopulated species who develops land, which should be left to nature. So the lapwing may be reduced in numbers, but her time will come again......
It was the lapwing that was the bird which was involved with the bringing together of King Solomon and the Queen of Sheba, whose entrance was made even more famous by Handel's stirring 'Entrance of the Queen of Sheba'. She was the ultimate lady of magic and mystery and the source of the Shekinah, which we now call the Holy Grail.
In Britain, the lapwing was a prophetic bird. Donald Mackay, in This Was My Glen, wrote about Broubster, SW of Thurso in Caithness. He tells us that old James Macrory was a prophet who foretold the coming of the Macdonalds to the Sandridge Estate, because lapwings calling in Gaelic between Broubster and Reay on the hillside, sung to him "Willock-a wease se Innes tha bhain ach 'se Domhnullach bhios.' This translates as 'Its Innes that's in, but its Macdonald that's coming.'
In one of the Welsh Triads, Trioedd Ynys Prydein number 84, the mysterious Battle of Cad Godeu or Battle of the Tree Tops, was brought about by a bitch, roebuck and plover (lapwing). This battle was partly about the secret knowledge of the power of the letters and the trees, but it is far more than that. The bitch, was as Robert Graves observed, the Goddess herself as we discover in the various Neolithic burial chambers named after the bitch, whereas the roebuck is the source of the chase through the tangled forest of those tree tops which emerge as combatants in the conflict with an unnamed enemy. Yet it is fairly obvious that the enemy of the trees just happens to be a rather overpopulated species who develops land, which should be left to nature. So the lapwing may be reduced in numbers, but her time will come again......
Friday, 2 September 2016
The Tale of Branwen contains the oldest tradition in the world
The tale of Branwen, in the Mabinogion, has so many esoteric episodes, that it is a veritable cornucopia for any aspiring alchemist. The key component to understanding this myth, upon which the entire Holy Grail corpus is based, lies in the very names of Bran and Branwen; brother and sister, god and goddess, black and white/black. Bran in Welsh, means crow or raven; black being the focus of the myth, while wen means white, so that Branwen means white raven, or effectively the whitening of the black.
In Hindu myth, it is Varuna who is god of water and the darkness. In Welsh, -v mutates as -f and -b, so that Bran is often spelt as Fran. This is effectively Vran as an Indo-European common ancestry shared with Varuna. Bran is son of the water god Llyr, so the water and darkness components of these Indo-European gods are inherent in their ancestry and common identity.
These days, most people view the darkness and watery cold as being the antithesis of congeniality and comfort, as indeed they frequently are, but to the alchemist or spiritual practitioner, they are the the ultimate source of the very light which those that seek enlightenment, must discover for themselves. The name Branwen as white darkness, reveals the truth of this concept, which is confirmed by the opening lines in the Book of Genesis, where God incarnates light from the darkness as the prime motif of the act of creation.
This is an eternal truth, just as in Handel's Messiah, those who live in the shadow of great darkness will, within a short period of time from now, witness a great light of the glory of the lord and a renewed Golden Age will spring from the darkness of an old corrupt Iron Age.
Bran, the god of darkness, must seek out his light in the darkness sister in Ireland. To do this, he must traverse the Irish Sea from Wales, but the text contains a mysterious time slip which covers several thousand years in time. The English translation of G and T Jones, is rendered '....and in those days the deep water was not wide. He went by wading. There were but two rivers, the Lli and the Archan were they called, but thereafter the deep water grew wide when the deep overflowed the kingdoms.'
There has only been one period in historical time when the Irish Sea could have been two rivers and that was in about 10,000BC, during the last Ice Age, when sea levels were sufficiently low enough to have made most of the Irish Sea dry land, with evidence, from Admiralty charts that, indeed, two rivers would have dominated this wide landscape. Indeed, the proposed drop in sea levels suggested by scientists, would agree with this proposition that most of the Irish Sea was dry land.
This ancient tradition, would have been passed down the generations for over 10,000 years, which would completely overturn the notion upheld by proponents, such as Ronald Hutton, who felt that such long term transmission of myth and history was not possible. In fact, there is a considerable body of evidence to support how reliable such long term transmission of tradition can be, and in this case, the naming of these two rivers, where Lli means flood, suggests that the importance of this history, never left the powerful memory of the Welsh consciousness. The number of coastal flood legends in Cardigan Bay and elsewhere, also support this case.
We are then left with some very strange conundrums in this passage of Bran across to Ireland. The text states that he 'sailed', but at the same time there is no sea to cross with ships, so that Ireland and Wales were only separated by a large river or two. This appears to suggest, that two separate traditions were incorporated into the text, or more to the point, that there was a conscious updating of the tradition which meant that both ways of crossing were true, both wading a river, as this giant god was able to do later in Ireland as he stretched to form a bridge over the River Liffey, and crossing the sea by boat.
I would stress here, that time and space bend and bend, to the point that what was true millenia in the past, is also true now.
But then only those who study Fulcanelli, Ripley and the ancient cosmologists, could possibly get there heads round that.
In Hindu myth, it is Varuna who is god of water and the darkness. In Welsh, -v mutates as -f and -b, so that Bran is often spelt as Fran. This is effectively Vran as an Indo-European common ancestry shared with Varuna. Bran is son of the water god Llyr, so the water and darkness components of these Indo-European gods are inherent in their ancestry and common identity.
These days, most people view the darkness and watery cold as being the antithesis of congeniality and comfort, as indeed they frequently are, but to the alchemist or spiritual practitioner, they are the the ultimate source of the very light which those that seek enlightenment, must discover for themselves. The name Branwen as white darkness, reveals the truth of this concept, which is confirmed by the opening lines in the Book of Genesis, where God incarnates light from the darkness as the prime motif of the act of creation.
This is an eternal truth, just as in Handel's Messiah, those who live in the shadow of great darkness will, within a short period of time from now, witness a great light of the glory of the lord and a renewed Golden Age will spring from the darkness of an old corrupt Iron Age.
Bran, the god of darkness, must seek out his light in the darkness sister in Ireland. To do this, he must traverse the Irish Sea from Wales, but the text contains a mysterious time slip which covers several thousand years in time. The English translation of G and T Jones, is rendered '....and in those days the deep water was not wide. He went by wading. There were but two rivers, the Lli and the Archan were they called, but thereafter the deep water grew wide when the deep overflowed the kingdoms.'
There has only been one period in historical time when the Irish Sea could have been two rivers and that was in about 10,000BC, during the last Ice Age, when sea levels were sufficiently low enough to have made most of the Irish Sea dry land, with evidence, from Admiralty charts that, indeed, two rivers would have dominated this wide landscape. Indeed, the proposed drop in sea levels suggested by scientists, would agree with this proposition that most of the Irish Sea was dry land.
This ancient tradition, would have been passed down the generations for over 10,000 years, which would completely overturn the notion upheld by proponents, such as Ronald Hutton, who felt that such long term transmission of myth and history was not possible. In fact, there is a considerable body of evidence to support how reliable such long term transmission of tradition can be, and in this case, the naming of these two rivers, where Lli means flood, suggests that the importance of this history, never left the powerful memory of the Welsh consciousness. The number of coastal flood legends in Cardigan Bay and elsewhere, also support this case.
We are then left with some very strange conundrums in this passage of Bran across to Ireland. The text states that he 'sailed', but at the same time there is no sea to cross with ships, so that Ireland and Wales were only separated by a large river or two. This appears to suggest, that two separate traditions were incorporated into the text, or more to the point, that there was a conscious updating of the tradition which meant that both ways of crossing were true, both wading a river, as this giant god was able to do later in Ireland as he stretched to form a bridge over the River Liffey, and crossing the sea by boat.
I would stress here, that time and space bend and bend, to the point that what was true millenia in the past, is also true now.
But then only those who study Fulcanelli, Ripley and the ancient cosmologists, could possibly get there heads round that.
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