Post by Emrys on Jan 15, 2012 23:16:41 GMT -7
I am but a perpetual Student of the Truth, a humble Seeker on a journey of discovery and enlightenment, a Perceiver of what is, a Witness, a Warrior, a Peacemaker, and a Friend.
This blog, in a sense, is like a journey to TÃr na nÓg (the "Land of the Living" from Irish lore), an "island" just off the west coast of Ireland said to be "the land of perpetual youth," where the Tuatha de Danann (the Sidhe) resided. Apparently it was a floating island, and time passed differently there than anywhere else on earth. It is said:
"Time stopped still on TÃr na nÓg, one never grew old or suffered from any illness, it was always of a temperate climate neither too hot nor too cold. The flowers bloomed perpetually and never died. There was no sorrow or pain, love was eternal it was without wars or famine or any of the ills of the earth.
To get to TÃr na nÓg it was necessary to cross a stretch of water and then to go under the waves for a time before coming again to dry land. The 'horses' of the sidhe crossed the waves as if they were a solid surface."
--quote from Magic and Mythology, www.shee-eire.com/magic&mythology/fairylore/Tir-na-nOg/page%201.htm
It is the quest to know that drives me, a sense of utter responsibility to know...that which must be known. To do so requires the open mind of a Fool to all possibilities under the sun, and so within these pages will be a plethora of different vantage points and trains of thought as those thoughts reveal themselves to me.
It can be no other way.
It is my only way home.
This blog, in a sense, is like a journey to TÃr na nÓg (the "Land of the Living" from Irish lore), an "island" just off the west coast of Ireland said to be "the land of perpetual youth," where the Tuatha de Danann (the Sidhe) resided. Apparently it was a floating island, and time passed differently there than anywhere else on earth. It is said:
"Time stopped still on TÃr na nÓg, one never grew old or suffered from any illness, it was always of a temperate climate neither too hot nor too cold. The flowers bloomed perpetually and never died. There was no sorrow or pain, love was eternal it was without wars or famine or any of the ills of the earth.
To get to TÃr na nÓg it was necessary to cross a stretch of water and then to go under the waves for a time before coming again to dry land. The 'horses' of the sidhe crossed the waves as if they were a solid surface."
--quote from Magic and Mythology, www.shee-eire.com/magic&mythology/fairylore/Tir-na-nOg/page%201.htm
It is the quest to know that drives me, a sense of utter responsibility to know...that which must be known. To do so requires the open mind of a Fool to all possibilities under the sun, and so within these pages will be a plethora of different vantage points and trains of thought as those thoughts reveal themselves to me.
It can be no other way.
It is my only way home.