The Book of Fail

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It was not what she said that night but that one
thing she did that captured me and made this tale of quest, but before I begin, I must advise the reader that in this enigmatic world of Womans Intuition, I, a mere male, am prone to founder on the shoals of comprehension. 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 from the pouring rain was pleasantly greeted by my hostess, the incomparable Leah Parone, who upon seeing my soaking condition moved off to locate some relief for me 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 with not a trace of poseur who then spoke: Hello, Captain, my name is Tara. I have seen you before 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 to myself: 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 passed close 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 the Magnetic Perimeter. Thank you, Mr. Scott... Mr. Checkov, Shield Report? Keptin, Shields are down due to diplometik mission. Sensors report contact on the starboard quarter. Damage Control. Report. (vo): No Damage, Captain. Repeat. Repeat No Damage, Captain. Whatever it was seems 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 passed in 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 been suspended.
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Keptin, Central is reporting usurpation in the processing banks. Probe has taken over an Archive Search Engine. Archive?Mr. Spock? It appears the probe is carrying some heavily encrypted data, Captain, and is searching our archive for the matching decryption circuit. Mr. Sulu, what is this vessel? Unknown, Captain. Its coming up on the screen now. Magnification: 3000X. Range: .03 parsec. (Scott Enters) Captain, the Magnetic Anomaly has receded. We are back toelegant! Say again, Scotty? That ship, Captain, (points to screen) Tis Elegant. Wheres she hail, sir? Shes Mercurion, Scott. What can you tell me about 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 has discovered 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 do Any 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. Especially yourself, Captain. Is anything the matter? No, not really, DoctorSay, Bones, youre a man of 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? Theres Womens 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 the basic laws of physics. Its thought to be the province of the High Priestesses of the Mercurion civilization and their 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 the Mercurion Fleet. Recon/Escort. Lleagh Fail!!! (PAUSE) Say again, Scotty? Its The Song of Destiny, Captain. Its a Legend of the 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 since Time 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 and the 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 you suppose he wants? Its a She, Captain. A She? Two Shes, actually. TWO Shes?? (Zoom inmusic up. title over :) TO BE CONTINUED

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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 Western world. 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 back to 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 High Kings of Ireland at their Capital, Tara. From there the Bardic Tales suggest yet another thousand years to a time when Men were Magic, when angels appeared on earth, when Stones sang. We Canna prove the Truth of these Legends of Lia Fail; it was after all, a Bards Tale to start. If True, it reveals a most startling story of intrepid migration and a statement of continuity which throws new light on human history. But just as important 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. The question is: Why? Why all this interest, indeed reverence, shown to this Stone if indeed its Tale was not 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 wizards without apology or discount, and similarly convey the Lia Fail as the Stone that Roared without any suspense of disbelief. It is clear these monks purpose was not to write fiction but to convey a history and, in this, they embrace the Legend of the Lia 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 feel What is for Troth therein. This is a collage of vignettes "adapted" (as they say) from the diverse Legends of the Lia Fail, Tia Tephi, and the Sons of Mil and just windows on what might 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 Anew and guide Mind's Eye to where, perhaps No One Has Gone Before... Coming Next:
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Newgrange (Bur na Boine)

County Meadh, Ireland
DEC 15, 2012
THE RIVER BOYNE was shrouded in mist as we sculled along her glassy faade in the early dawn. . . . an ther be some kind of Majuc thereabout the Bur, mused our skipper, an unlikely sort by the name of OConnor. His high fishing boots and weathered face betrayed decades at sea; our small craft, a curragh, the favored of rivermen for centuries. Its from Before Before by some Ancient Hand. Me ancestor Conn was buried there and before him 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 than land so as to capture the iridescence of the approach, and so had commissioned our skipper at a pub in Blulaney near the mouth of the Boyne. An it was hereabouts, too, that Baru met the Thors. 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 wondered as he shoved the craft off. We bid him farewell and turned to the thin gravel path from the shore. The high mists parted leaving only a low blanket across the heath through which resolved the shadowy spectre of three Standing Stones, each eight feet tall. Silent sentinels before the sculpted mound beyond, whose white granite walls just now caught the dawns early light. Strewn across the fields a motley of bright tents and shrouds showed that, though Solstice was yet a week away, the faithful gathered anon. We had known little of Newgrange but that it was near to Tara, our Quest, and the Funary Site of all her High Kings. Then we learned of its incredible age, its importance in the Ancient 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 voice amplified 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, is etched with a distinctive Spiral Motif. No one knows the meaning of these Spirals or who made them, but they recur often within the Barrow and indeed throughout Ancient Erin."

The Newgrange Barrow, or Bur-na-Boine in Gaelic was first discovered in 1699, by the crew of Sir Lawrence Cambell, the Norman landowner, in search of quarry stone for his Estate, and, indeed, some of those Stones remain at Campbell Manor. The tomb entrance had long since been covered by a fell of white granite blocks from an upper wall or revetment, and it was in pulling these away that the entry was revealed. Thanks to the fortuitous proximity of a noted antiquarian the discovery was recorded for science,

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affording the Bur some protection from further depredations these 300 years. While further research was done in the 18th and 19th Centuries, it was not until the 1960s that a full investigation revealed many of its true secrets and resulted in its restoration and opening to the Public...
The tour moved on but we lingered. We reached to touch the spiraled stone. Some say the spiral is a symbol of the Ancient Interdimensional Vortex by which we came here, I ventured. Some say its the path of your soul, she replied. We scurried to keep up as the tour-voice came on again:

Step up now onto this flat stone which is the doorstone of the tomb. When raised it seals the Tomb. It weighs seven tons. Here you can see the ancient inscriptions 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 only since that we have understood the amazing design of the Passage by which the first rays of Midwinter Dawn are focused to the furthermost end of the Passage. Please duck your head as we now enter the Tomb...
As the tour moved in, we lingered, touching the walls, the inscriptions. We felt a cool breeze brush us as we ducked 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 echoing from ahead.

The first thing you may notice is that we are moving uphill and not down. This is because the Bur is not a cave or burrow, but was built atop the original hill, on which we stand, and later covered. The Passage rises 7 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 tall and averaging 17 tons. This is twice the number at Stonehenge, for instance, and indeed the largest assembly of such Stones in the world. It is also the largest example of their use to create an enclosed structure, seconded by the Mound of Hostages at Tara Hill.

"Mineral analysis has shown that these Stones were not local to Meath, but brought from afar. We know not how they came here, as no tools or conveyances have ever been found, but the builders did give clue to just when they came here in the mortar they made of

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leafy matter and sand of the Boyne, from which carbon dating has revealed dates of 2700-3100 B.C.E, that is, 5000 years ago. This is 1000 years Before Stonehenge and 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 dont know their meaning but they are thought to refer to Danu, Mother Goddess of All Erin, and to Lugh, the Sun 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 Winter Solstice, 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 we said earlier was built above-ground, gathered Primordial Mists conveying the Spirits of Earth, Wind, Fire, and

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Water, which condensed and collected in this basin in the Altar stone. At Midwinter, the shortest day, the Sun God came and created from this Danu, and each year returns. Their union conceives life for the New Year, which comes to fruition in Spring. Druids read the interplay 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 High Kings of Tara, who commend by the Lia Fail at Tara. Their cremation here symbolized their reunion with the Spirits of Earth and Sun, and a completion of the circle of FAIL, or fate, as decreed by these Stones of Destiny."
As the tour moved on we lingered, touching the walls, the inscriptions, we felt a cool breeze. Listen! she whispered. And from high in the tower, echoing on the Stones, a cry on the wind:

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

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NEWGRANGE County 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 great C-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 to face 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 Altar Stone. As the glow grew greater we saw a hooded figure knealing before the Stone, blowing softly on the glow, 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 saw another figure standing behind and above her also dressed in a hooded robe and shaking a bone sceptre topped 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 the twigs, a wisp of smoke curled upward.

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Suddenly, a brilliant shaft of light shot through the Passage 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 the Stone, gazing at it intently as the Light played across. Wafts of pyre-smoke cast a dancing half-shadow across Symbols hewn in the Stone.

Occasionally A Hooded One would gesture or place a new 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 - e e- i - i - r - r- r - i - i - e - e - e ")
As Light fulfilled its track across the Stone and bid adieu The 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 EIRIEE Where eer gae the Irish, hear what they Say: Our heartstrings beginning happened that Way Twas Eirie as claimed us that Bonnie Fine Day When She came to Tara and started to Play.

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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 movie Gone with the Wind These 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 had lasted 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 blood in 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 going to get Tara away from her. P525: There is nothing 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 had hummed that day when she shoved the pistol barrel

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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 and sow 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 Think of 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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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 was known as the fairest of the fair, the Idyll of Innisfail. And well it was, too. Her Middle Kingdom (Meath) realm had been the Seat and site of Coronation of the High Kings of Erin for a Thousand Years before the Birth of Our Saviour, and fully a Thousand Years thereafter. Not till 1169, with the coming of the Normans, were the High Kings overthrown and Tara overcome. In that time over A Hundred Kings have sat her throne. But, as the Bards recount: Many a war has been waged for the Dominion of Tara, and many a lad gone down for his Liege before her. But for all of that, of the six score and more Kings who have sat Her Throne, who have earned the wail of the Llia Faill, who have wed the Sovereign of Erin, who have relit Her Pyres at Samhain, and feasted in the mighty Great Hall, not one has 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 The Gods. Tara was Eirie. Tara is Old. Very Old. Tara is one of the Oldest sites of human occupation known to science. The Stellae (stones) of Tara are much like those of Stonehenge, but are a thousand years older. The record of Human occupation of County Meath goes back Five thousand years to the time of the Barrow People. The famous Newgrange Barrow, whose design admits the Sun to its chamber exactly on the Winter Solstice is dated to 3200 b c e. and the Stellae of Tara are part of that time. Five thousand years. Long before the Irish. Long before the Celts. Long before the time of Tia Tephi and Eremon of our story. Long before Lugh and the Tuatha DeDannon. Before Nemed and the evil Fomoirie. Before Partholan, grandson of Japeth, son of Noah....

BEFORE EIRIE:

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"Let us cease from the stories of the Gaedil, that we may tell 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 Gale And 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 Sound A 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 in To 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. --<^>-41

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 harm Rose up and looked around. She gazed out across to the far other side Where two Spires of Stone reached to the sky Beneath 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.
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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.
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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 Day When 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 long She 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 Love And 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 presently Show 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 ear Same 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

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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 County Meath, Ireland, occupying an important place in Irish legend and history. The earliest local remains consist of a small passage grave (c. 2100 BC) known as Dumha na nGiall ("Mound of the Hostages"). Numerous Bronze Age burials were found in the earth mound, which lies just inside the perimeter 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") and Teach Cormaic ("Cormac's House"). On the latter is a pillar stone, often thought to be the inauguration stone of the kings of Tara..." Encyclopedia Britannica

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"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 it from 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 as the Gods of the Celtic Race and the foundation of Irish and Wiccan Legends. Their Stories are legion, but, as introduction, 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 Erinne A.D.1035

55. So that they were the Tuatha De Danann who came to Ireland. In this wise they came, in dark clouds. They landed on the mountains of Conmaicne Rein in Connachta; and they brought a darkness over the sun for three days and three nights. 56. They demanded battle of kingship of the Fir Bolg. A battle was fought between them, to wit the first battle of Mag Tuired, in which a hundred thousand of the Fir Bolg fell. Thereafter they [the D] took the kingship of Ireland. Those are the Tuatha Dea - gods were their men of arts, non-gods their husbandmen. They knew the incantations of druids, and charioteers, 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 of Danann. Wherefore they were called 'gods' (is) from the wonderfulness 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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"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 South is 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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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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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 the time 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 poet said: 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 some antiquaries, 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 one band, 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 to teach 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 (as we 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 your Sovranty and that of every prince that will come of you in Tara forever.

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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 trepidations:

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From the Ramparts at Tara the watch espied four 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 ramparts And 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 this has 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

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Lgh Lmhfada, Son of Cian, son of Dianchacht, son of Easar Breac, son of Nd, son of Iondaoi, son of Allaoi, 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 of the Fir Bolg, and who was wife after that to Eochaidh Garbh, son of Duach Dall, a chief of the 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 honourable commemoration for her Lgh instituted the games of the Fair of Taillte a fortnight before Lghnasadh, and a fortnight after it, resembling the games called 'Olympiades': and it is from that memorial which Lgh used to make. Lghnasadh is given (as name) to the first day of the Calends of August, i.e. the nsadh (commemoration) of Lgh. History of Ireland 1635

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Lughnassadh (pronounced "LOO-nahs-ah") or Lammas, is one of the Greater Wiccan Sabbats and is 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 holiday on the first Full Moon in Leo. This holiday celebrates the protective power of the god Lgh, who presides over this holiday and is honoured as guardian of the wild and cultivated crops. Lghnasadh was celebrated with market fairs and games, offerings to the god on hill tops, and horse races through water. Just as Brighid tempers the winter elements at Imbolc, Lgh tempers the heat of summer at this, the hottest time of the year. Thunderstorms on this day are considered a good omen. Like Bealtaine and 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. Samhain marks 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 veil between this world and the Otherworld was thinnest and the spirit of Ancestors could return, or in some legends, Mortals could enter the Otherworld. In the time of darkness before the pyres were relit, spirits of the Dead could mingle aboveworld. This is the origin of the masquerade of Halloween as these spirits were by rights allowed to attend the the Great 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 Tara from the Underword marauders who had been plagueing her for nine years at Samhain. And St. Patrick is said to have challenged the High King by lighting a Pyre before that of Tara:--

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The challenge of patrick

High King Leoghaire sat with all his royal entourage awaiting the moment when the Royal Fire would come to life, when suddenly all were struck with fear and amazement. To their consternation, a distant light appeared and began to grow gradually brighter on the Hill of Slane, 12 miles away. All wondered who would dare do such a thing as to light a fire against the kings edict and bring upon themselves the sentence of death. The king consulted his wisest men, yet no one knew the identity 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 extinguished this very night. Even more, it will be greater than the power of our fire, and the one who lit it will overcome us all, 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 Samhain takes 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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King Conn (of the Hundred Battles) with his FILI in tow
strode 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 Fili paused 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 and all 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 an ale 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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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 DEATH TO BE HONORED BY YOU AND I AM OF THE RACE OF ADAM. MY NAME IS LUGH SON OF ETHNU SON OF TIGERMAR SON OF EREMON SON OF MILE DESPAIGNE. I HAVE COME TO TELL YOU THE MEASURE OF YOUR SOVRANTY AND 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 BLINDS THE MINIONS OF DARKNESS WHOSE SACRED SPEAR PIERCES THE EVIL EYE ; WHOSE SWORD DEFENDS THE THRONE OF ERIN. I AM LUGH CONSORT TO DANU BY WHOM CONCEIVE YOUR SEASONS BOUNTY I AM LUGH CHAMPION LIEGE TO THE QUEEN OF EIRIE WHO GRANTS AND GUARDS YOUR SPIRIT HOME. I AM LUGH THE SAGE THE POETS CHARGE WHOSE WILL AND WISDOM COMES TO YOU BY SONG OF LIA FAIL I AM LUGH SON OF THE SUN WHOSE RAYS DISPEL YOUR DARKNESS. WHO RISES AGAIN TO THE CHALLENGE OF EVIL

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TO FREE YOUR SPIRIT FROM THAT DOMAIN. WHAT ARMS HAVE YE EACH AND AMONG TO WEILD AGAINST EVIL? WHAT TRUTH HAVE YE EACH AND AMONG? TO RENDER IN CAUSE OF SPIRIT? WHAT SONG HAVE YE EACH AND AMONG? TO ADD TO THE VOICE OF HOPE? WHAT SENSE HAVE YE EACH AND AMONG? TO BUILD THE CAUSE OF JUSTICE? THESE ABOVE ALL WILL HOLD ACCOUNT THE MEASURE OF YOUR SOVEREIGNTY. THESE ABOVE ALL SHALL BE THE MEASURE OF YOUR GRACE. THESE ABOVE ALL SHALL BE YOUR 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.

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The Sons of Mil

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But my people make a distinction between destiny and fate We dont think we are born with a fate that impells us to act out some script composed by a higher hand, but rather than each of us has a destiny, a pre-existing pattern which, in our hearts, we wish one day to fulfill.
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IRISH GIRLS NAME; HISTORIC LIST. DERIVES FROM OLDE GAELIC CHOILE SEA MEANING "VICTORY AT SEA"

Milesius (Mileadh) was the Celtic

King of Galicia, a region in Northwest Iberia ( Spain; hence Mile DeSpagne) His brother Ith was a builder and navigator. Legend is that Ith built a High Tower from the top of which he was able to espy a Green and Misty Island. So he set off to find it and claim it for Mil. When he arrived at what was then Innisfail, 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 under command 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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Rune of Amorgen: Amorgen was the Eldest son of Mil, a

Druid and High Priest of that Line. On the Night before Seventh Day, after much soothsaying and divination, he composed a Majick Rune to dispel the Stormes. But he took ill in the night on account of his efforts, and so it fell to his Consort, the High Priestess, to lead her Acolytes

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Irish hipness pop quiz: In the above piece mark with your pencil exactly where the Blarney begins.

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76. The Sons of Ml fought the battle of Life; there were monsters in shapes of giants which the Tatha D Danann 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, under Gabar Life rwminatur. They came thereafter till they were in the mountain over against [Loch] Dergderc. 77.The sons of Ml had colloquy with Eriu in Sliab Mis. Said She unto them: "If it be to take Ireland ye have come, not right were the 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. Lebor Gabala Erinn A.D. c1035

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