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Celts: Kings and Druids

"If I break faith with thee,
may the Sky fall upon me,
may the Sea drown me,
may the Earth rise up
and swallow me." - Celtic oath

This great Celtic oath calls the very elements to witness. The Celts held a panentheistic or primal holistic concept of deity. They regarded "the Elements" as the most powerful manifestations of the gods, not to be trifled with.

This great oath is a most solemn pledge to the elements to destroy those who do not keep their word.

The state of the land is always a reflection of the kingly rule.

Omens in the sky, the soil no longer growing crops, the rains coming at the wrong times, unseasonable cold and hot waves, all pointed to poor stewardship on the part of the king who directed the activities of the people.

Or did these omens point to a bad adviser ?

"Good is his reign. Since he assumed the kingship, no cloud has veiled the sun for the space of a day from the middle of spring to the middle of autumn. Not a dewdrop has fallen from grass till midday."

The word druid (Irish drui, Welsh derwydd) is derived from the Sanskrit: veda - to see or know, combined with the word for Oak: Gaulish dervo, Irish dour, Welsh derw. The words for wood and wisdom are very close: Irish fid and fios mean tree and knowledge; Welsh gwydd and gwyddon mean tree and knowledgeable one.

This close connection suggests that wé should think of the druid as 'a knower of the tree' or 'the tree-sage', which would give ús a closer feel of what the druid really was - a seer of great knowledge, whose closeness to the natural world put him or her in the position of a Walker of the Thinspace between the collective subconscious of mankind and the unseen collective consciousness of Nature.

The druids, sons and daughters of the Oak, were distinct by reason of their gifts.

Male and female druids were gifted people who exhibited excellence in various arts (talents or skills) while maintaining shamanic roles.

Druids were the repositories of wisdom/knowledge.

Druids, who searched for deeper understanding in the patterns revealed throughout Nature, used that wisdom/knowledge to note the right time for spring sowing or the prognosis of an injured limb.

Some druids specialized in branches of Nature, becoming judges, seers or fáithi, teachers, poets, satirists and battle strategists as well as advisers to kings.

A druid was a man or woman of natural wisdom whose advice was sought on all matters of daily life, one who perhaps also fulfilled a craft, one who was married and had a family, one who brought the people together for common celebrations.

In the druid we see the earliest form of tribal leadership - which was spiritual rather than temporal.

The distinctions between king and druid are sometimes blurred in Celtic tradition.

For though the king is the assumed leader of his people, it is the druid who really rules, for his or her word is law.

Rome banned the Druidic arts or crafts after sacking of the Druid's centre at Anglesey in AD 64.

The function of the seer or fáithi, to divine the affairs of humans through a close observation of Nature, is one still very much associated with people of Celtic extraction, many of whom possess 'the second sight'.

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Da Derga's Hostile

Four men in chariots were on the plain of Liffey at their game, Conaire himself and his three foster brothers. His fosterers aprise him that he might go to the Druid.

The Druid beheld a man stark naked passing along the road of Tara, with a stone in his sling.

Conaire left his foster brothers at their game, and turned his chariot and his charioteer until he was in Dublin.

There he saw great white-speckled birds, of unusual size and color and beauty.

Conaire pursues them while his horses grow tired.

The birds would go a spear cast before him, and would not go any further.

Conaire goes after them until he is at the sea. Conaire alights and takes his sling out of the chariot.

The birds take themselves to the edge of the sea and into the waves.

Conaire enters the sea and overcomes them.

The birds quit their birdskins, and turn upon him with spears and swords.

One of them protects him, and addressed him, saying: "I am Nemglan. King of thy Father's birds; and thou hast been forbidden to cast at birds for here there is no one that should not be dear to thee because of his father or mother."

"Till today," quoth Conaire, "I knew not this."

"Go to Tara tonight," quoth Nemglan; "'tis fittest for thee. A Druid is, there, and through him thou shalt be king. A man stark naked, who shall go at the end of the night along one of the roads of Tara, having a stone and a sling -'tis he that shall be king."

Conaire fared forth; and on each of the four roads whereby men go to Tara there were three kings awaiting him, and they had raiment for him, since it had been foretold that he would come stark-naked. Then he was seen from the road on which his fosterers were, and they put royal raiment about him, and placed him in a chariot, and he bound his pledges.

The folk of Tara said to him: "It appears to ús that our Druid and our Spell of Truth are a failure, if it be only a young, beardless lad that wé have visioned therein."

"That is of no moment," quoth Conaire. "For a young, generous king like me to be a king is no disgrace, since the binding of Tara's pledges is mine by right of father and grandsire."

"Excellent!" quoth the host. They made him king of Alba.

And he said: "I will enquire of the Druid that I myself may be wise."

Then he uttered all as he had been taught by the vision of Nemglan at the wave, who said this to him:

"Thy reign will be subject to a geise, but the bird reign will be noble, and this shall be thy geise:

Thou shalt not go righthandwise round Tara and lefthandwise round Bregia.

The evil beasts of Cerna must not be hunted by thee.

And thou shalt not go out every ninth night beyond Tara.

Thou shalt not sleep in a dwelling from which firelight is manifest outside, after sunset, and in which light is manifest from without.

No rapine shall be wrought in thy reign.

After sunset a company of one woman or one man shall not enter the Hostel in which thou art.
And three Reds shall not go before thee to the Hostel."

Time passes.

"What is this?" asked Conaire.

"Easy to quoth," his people answer. "Easy to know that the king's law has broken down therein, since the country has begun to burn."

"Whither shall wé take ourselves?" quoth Conaire.

"To the Northeast," quoth his people.

So then they went righthandwise round Tara, and lefthandwise round Bregia, and the evil beasts of Cerna were hunted by Conaire. But Conaire saw it not till the chase had ended.

They that made of the world that smoky mist of magic were elves, and they did so because Conaire's geise had been violated.

"Good judgement goes with good times," quoth Conaire. "I had a friend in this country, if only we knew the way to his Hostel!"

"What is his name?" asked Mac cecht.

"Da Derga of Leinster," answered Conaire. "He came unto me to seek a gift from me. I gave him nine enneads of the kine. I gave him a nine enneads fatted swine. I gave him a nine enneads mantles made of close cloth. I gave him a nine enneads blue-tempered steel swords. I gave him nine red, gilded brooches. I gave him nine vats good and brown. I gave him thrice nine hounds all-white in their silver chains. There would be no abatement in his case though he should come again. He would make return. It is strange if he is surly to me tonight when reaching his Hostel."

When Conaire after this was journeying along the Road of Cualu, he marked before him three horsemen riding towards the Hostel. Three red frocks had they, and three red mantles: three red bucklers they bore, and three red spears were in their hands: three red steeds they bestrode, and three red heads of hair were on them.

Red were they all, both body and hair and raiment, both steeds and men.

"Who is it that fares before ús?" asked Conaire. "It was a geise of mine for those three Reds to go before me to the Hostel.

Conaire sends his son to hail them.

They reply to his hail, "Lo, my son, great the news. Weary are the steeds wé ride. wé ride the steeds of Donn Tetscorach from the elfmounds. Though wé are alive wé are dead. Great are the signs; destruction of life; sating of ravens; feeding of crows, strife of slaughter; wetting of sword-edge, shields with broken bosses in hours after sundown. Lo, my son!"

"All my geise have seized me tonight," quoth Conaire, "since those Three Reds are the banished folks."

They went forward to the Hostel and took their seats therein, and fastened their red steeds to the door of the Hostel.

Tis then the man of the black, rough cropt hair, with his one hand and one eye and one foot, overtook them. A sackful of wild apples hung on his crown, not an apple would fall on the ground, but each of them would stick on his rough cropt hair. Each of his buttocks was the size of a cheese on a withe. A forked pole of black iron was in his hand. A swine, black-bristled, singed, was on his back, squealing continually, and a woman big-mouthed, huge, dark, sorry, hideous, was beside him.

So black hair goes to the Hostel, with his great, big-mouthed woman behind him, and his swine bristled, black, singed, squealing continually, on his back.

Now plunder was taken by the sons of Donn Desa, twelve enneads there were in the body of Reivers.

"Wain over withered sticks," was a name, a good fighter from the north country. He was so called as he used to 'go over' his opponent even as a wain would 'go over withered sticks'. Now plunder was taken by him, and there were six enneads in the body of his Reivers alone, besides underlings.

This, too, was a geise of Conaire's, that plunder should be taken in Alba during his reign.

There was a valiant trio of the men of Cualu of Leinster, namely, the three Red Hounds of Cualu, called Cethach and Clothach and Conall. Now rapine was wrought by them, and six enneads were in the body of their marauders, and they had a troop of berserkers.

In Conaire's reign a third of the men of Alba were Reavers. He was of sufficient strength and power to drive them out of Alba into Albion; after this route they now returned to Alba.

When they had reached the shoulder on the edge of the sea, they meet Ingcel the One-Eyed and Eiccel and Tulchinne, three great-grandsons of Conmac of Albion and the three Reds of Roiriu on the raging edge of the deep cold sea.

A man ungentle, huge, fearful, uncouth was Ingcel, a single eye in his head. Nine enneads were in the body of his Marauders. The Reavers, men of Alba, were more numerous than the marauders, men of Albion.

They go for an encounter on the main.

"Thee should not do this," quoth Ingcel: "Do fair play upon ús, for thee are more in number than I."

"Nought but a combat on equal terms shall befall thee," quoth the Reavers of Alba.

"There is somewhat better for thee," quoth Ingcel. "Let ús make peace since thee have been cast out of the land of Alba, and wé have been cast out of the land of Albion. Let ús make an agreement between ús. Come thee and wreak thou rapine in my country, and I will go and wreak my rapine in thou country ."

"Let some one go," quoth Ingcel, "who should have there the three gifts, namely, Gift of Hearing, Gift of Far Sight, and Gift of Judgement."

"I", quoth Mane Honeyworded, "have the Gift of Hearing."

"And I," quoth Mane Unslow, "have the Gift of Far Sight and of Judgement."

Nine men leave until they were on the Hill of Howth, to know what they might hear and see.

"What deemest thou," quoth Ingcel, "of that Conaire's reign in the land of Alba?"

"Good is Conaire's reign," replied Fer rogain. "Since Conaire became king, no cloud has veiled the sun for the space of a day from the middle of spring to the middle of autumn. And not a dewdrop fell from grass till midday, and wind would not touch a beast's tail until midday. And in his reign, from year's end to year's end, no wolf has attacked aught save one bullcalf of each byre; and to maintain this rule there are seven wolves in hostageship at the sidewall in his Hostel, and behind this a further security, even Mac-locc, and tis he that pleads for them."

"In Conaire's reign there are the three crowns on Albion, namely, a Crown of Millet, a Crown of Flowers, and a Crown of Oak. In his reign, too, each man deems the other's voice as melodious as the strings of lutes, because of the excellence of the law and the goodwill prevailing throughout Albion. May the Creator not bring that man there tonight! Sad is the shortness of his life!"

"This was my luck," quoth Ingcel, "that he should be there, and there should be one Destruction for another. It was no more grievous to me than it was to my father and my mother and my seven brothers, and the king, whom I gave up to thee before coming on the Rapine."

The Marauders make a start from the Strand of Fuirbthe, and bring a stone for each man to make a cairn; for this was the distinction which at first the Bards made between a "Destruction" and a "Rout." A pillar-stone they used to plant when there would be a Rout. A cairn, however, they used to make when there would be a Destruction.

At this time, then, they made a cairn, for it was to be a Destruction.

Far from the Hostel was this, that they might not be heard or seen therefrom. For two causes they built their cairn, namely, first, since this was a custom in marauding, and, secondly, that they might find out their losses at the Hostel.

Everyone that would come safe from it would take his stone from the cairn: thus the stones of those that were slain would be left, and thence they would know their losses. And this is what the Bards recount, that for every stone in Cairn Lecca there was one of the Marauder killed at the Hostel.

Ingcel went to reconnoitre the Hostel with his single eye which stood out of his forehead, to fit his eye into the Hostel in order to destroy the king and the youths who were around him therein. And Ingcel saw them through the wheels of the chariots.

Each circle of them was set around another to hear the tidings - the chiefs of the Marauders being in the very center of the circles. There were Fer ger and Fer gel and Fer rogel and Fer rogain and Lomna the Buffoon, and Ingcel in the centre of the circles.

And Fer rogain went to question Ingcel.


"There is nothing stranger. Two hills by a mountain covered of thorns of a white thorn tree on a circular board. And it appears to be somewhat like a slender stream of water on which the sun is shining, and its trickle down from it, and a hide arranged behind it," quoth Ingcel. He goes on …


"There I saw three men to the west of Cormac Condlongas, and three to the east of him, and three in front of the same man. Thou wouldst deem that the nine of them had one mother and one father. They are of the same age, equally goodly, equally beautiful, all alike. Thin rods of gold in their mantles. Bent shields of bronze they bear. Ribbed javelins above them. An ivory-hilted sword in the hand of each. An unique feat they have, to wit, each of them takes a sword point between his two fingers, and they twirl the swords round their fingers, and the swords afterwards extend themselves."


"I saw another room there, with a huge trio in it: three brown, big men: three round heads of hair on them, even, equally long at nape and forehead. Three short black cowls about them reaching to their elbows: long hoods were on the cowls. Three black, huge swords they had, and three black shields they bore, with three dark broad green javelins above them. Thick as the spit of a caldron was the shaft of each."


"There I beheld a room with nine men in it. Hair fair and yellow was on them: they all are equally beautiful. Mantles speckled with colour they wore, and above them were nine bagpipes, tuned, ornamented. Enough light in the palace were the ornament on these nine tuned, ornamented bagpipes that the sight was blinding."


"There I saw a room with one man in it. Rough cropt hair upon him. Though a sack of crab-apples be hung on his head, not one of them would fall on the floor, but every apple would stick on his hair. His ugly wife was over him in the Hostel. Every quarrel therein about seat or bed comes to his decision. Should a needle drop in the Hostel, its fall would be heard when he speaks. Above him is a huge black tree, like a mill shaft, with its paddles and its cap and its spike."


"There I beheld another room with a trio in it, three half-furious nobles: the biggest of them in the middle, rock bodied, angry, smiting, dealing strong blows. A wooden shield, dark, covered with iron, a boss thereon, the depth of a caldron, fit to cook four oxen, a hollow maw, a great boiling, with four swine in its maw. A spear he hath with an iron point upon it, dark, red, dripping. Four amply-measured yards between the two points of its edge. An ennead of amply-measured feet in his deadly-striking sword from dark point to iron hilt and a palace house-post shaped like a great lance. A weight of a plough-yoke is the shaft therein.".


"There I beheld a room with a trio in it, to wit, three tender striplings, wearing three silken mantles. In their mantles were three gold brooches. Three golden manes were on them. When they undergo head-cleansing their golden mane reaches the edge of their haunches. When they raise their eye it raises the hair so that it is not lower than the tips of their ears, and it is as curly as a ram's head. Everyone who is in the Hostel spares them, voice and deed and word."


"I beheld a room there, with a trio in it. Three brown, big men, with three brown heads of short hair. As thick as a man's waist was each of their limbs. Three brown and curled masses of hair upon them, with a thick head: three cloaks, red and speckled, they wore: three black shields with clasps of gold, and three five-barbed javelins; and each had in hand an ivory-hilted sword. This is the feat they perform with their swords: they throw them high up, and they throw the scabbards after them, and the swords, before reaching the ground, place themselves in the scabbards.


"There I beheld in a decorated room the fairest man of the champions of Albion. He wore a tufted purple cloak. White as snow was one of his cheeks, the other was red and speckled like foxglove. Blue as hyacinth was one of his eyes, dark as a stag-beetle's back was the other. The bushy head of fair golden hair upon him was as large as a reaping-basket, and it touches the edge of his haunches. It is as curly as a ram's head. If a sackful of red-shelled nuts were spilt on the crown of his head, not one of them would fall on the floor, but remain on the hooks and plaits and daggers of his hair. A gold hilt sword in his hand; a blood-red shield which has been speckled with rivets of white bronze between plates of gold. A long, heavy, three-ridged spear: as thick as an outer yoke is the shaft that is in it."


"There I beheld a room, more beautifully decorated than the other rooms of the Hostel. A silver curtain around it, and there were ornaments in the room, I beheld a trio in it. The outer two of them were, both of them, fair, with their hair and eyelashes; and they are as bright as snow. A very lovely blush on the cheek of each of the twain. A tender lad in the midst between them. The ardor and energy of a king has he and the counsel of a sage. The mantle I saw around him is even as the mist of Mayday. Diverse are the hue and semblance each moment shown upon it. Lovelier is each hue than the other. In front of him in the mantle I beheld a wheel of gold which reached from his chin to his navel. The color of his hair was like the sheen of smelted gold. Of all the forms that I beheld, this is the most beautiful.

"Rise up, then, thee champions!" quoth Ingcel, "and get thee on to the Hostel!"

With that the Mauraders march to the Hostel, and make a murmur about it.

"Silence!" quoth Conaire, "what is this?"

"Albion champions at the Hostel," Conall Cernach rejoins.

"There are champions for them here," quoth Conaire.

"They will be needed tonight," Conall Cernach rejoins.

Then went Lomna Druth before the host of Mauraders into the Hostel. The doorkeepers struck off his head. Then the head was thrice flung into the Hostel, and thrice cast out of it, as he himself had foretold.

Then Conaire himself sallies out of the Hostel to fight a combat with the host of Mauraders, and three enneads fell by Conaire before he could get to his arms.

The Hostel is thrice set on fire, and thrice put out from thence: it was granted that the Destruction would never have been wrought had not his arms been hidden from Conaire.

Thereafter Conaire found his arms, dons his battle dress, and falls to plying his blue-steel sword on the Mauraders, together with the three enneads of men that he had.

After getting his arms, six enneads of Mauraders fall by him in his first encounter.

Quoth Fer rogain son of Donn Desa, "I have told the champions of the men of Albion to attack Conaire at the Hostel. The Destruction will not be wrought unless Conaire's fury and valor be quelled."

"Short will his time be," quoth the Druid to the Reavers.

The Druid works a spell.

A needle pierces Conaire's flesh and a scantness of drink seizes Conaire.

Thereafter Conaire entered the Hostel, and asks for a drink.

"A drink to me, 0 master Mac cecht!" quoth Conaire.

Quoth Mac cecht: "This is not the order that I have hitherto had from thee, to give thee a drink. There are spencers and cupbearers who bring drink to thee. The order I have hitherto had from thee is to protect thee when the champions of Albion may be attacking thee in the Hostel. Thou wilt go safe from them, and no spear shall enter thy body. Ask a drink of thy spencers and thy cupbearers."

Then Conaire asked a drink of his spencers and his cupbearers who were in the Hostel.

"In the first place there is none," they quoth; "all the liquids that had been in the Hostel have been spilt on the fire."

The cupbears found no drink for him in the Dodder and the Dodder had flowed through the Hostel.

Then Conaire again asked for a drink. "A drink to me, 0 fosterer, 0 Mac cecht! 'Tis equal to me what death I shall go to, for anyhow I shall perish."

Then Mac cecht gave a choice to the champions of Alba who were in the Hostel, whether they cared to protect the king or to seek a drink for him. Conan Cernach answered this in the Hostel - and cruel he deemed the contention, and afterwards he had always a feud with Mac cecht.

"Leave the defense of the king to ús," quoth Conall, "and go thou to seek the drink, for of thee it is demanded."

So then Mac cecht fared forth to seek the drink, and he took Conaire's son, Le fri flaith, under his armpit, and Conaire's gold cup, in which an ox with a bacon-pig would be boiled; and he bore his shield, his two spears, his sword and he carried the caldron spit, a spit of iron.

He burst forth upon them, and in front of the Hostel he dealt nine blows of the iron spit, and at every blow nine reavers fell. Then he makes a sloping feat of the shield and an edge feat of the sword about his head, and he delivered a hostile attack upon them.

Nine enneads fall in his first encounter, he goes through the circle to outside.

Conall Cernach arrives, takes up his weapons, opens the door of the Hostel and goes round the Hostel. He hurls back the Reavers over three ridges, boasts of triumph, and returns, wounded, into the Hostel.

Cormac Condlongas sallies out, his nine comrades with him, and they deliver their onsets on the Reavers. Three enneads fall by Cormac and nine by each of his nine comrades. And Cormac boasts of the death of a chief of the Reavers. They succeed in escaping though they be wounded.

The trio of Picts sally forth from the Hostel, and take to plying their weapons on the Mauraders. And three enneads fall by them, and they chance to escape though they be wounded.

The nine pipers sally forth and dash their warlike work on the Mauraders; and then they succeed in escaping.

The folk of the Hostel came forth in order, and fought their combats with the Mauraders, and fell by them, as Fer rogain and Lomna Druth had said to Ingcel, to wit, that the folk of every room would sally forth still and deliver their combat, and after that escape.

So that none were left in the Hostel in Conaire's company save Conall and Sencha and Dubthach.

But it seemed the greatness of the contest fought brought Conaire a great drought of thirst and he perished of a consuming fever, for he got not his drink.

So when Conaire died those three sally out of the Hostel, and deliver a wily stroke on the Mauraders, and fare forth from the Hostel, wounded, broken and maimed.

Mac cecht, unknowing, he went his way till he reached the Well of Casair, which was near him in Crlch Cualann; but he found no water to fill Conaire's cup which he had brought in his hand.

Before moonrise he had gone round the chief rivers of Alba, to wit, Bush, Boyne, Bann, Barrow, Neim, Luae, Laigdae, Shannon, Suir, Sligo, Samair, Find, Ruirthech, Slaney, and in them he found not a full cup of water.

Then before moonset he had travelled to the chief lakes of Alba, to wit, Lough Derg, Loch Luimnig, Lough Foyle, Lough Mask, Lough Corrib, Loch Laig, Loch Cuan, Lough Neagh, Morloch, and of water he found not a full cup.

He went his way till in the deepest part of night he reached Uaran Garad on Magh Ai. It could not hide itself from him and there he filled of Conaire's cup with water. After this he went on and reached Da Derga's Hostel at daybreak.

When Mac cecht went across the third ridge towards the Hostel, tis there the two stood striking off Conaire's head. Then Mac cecht strikes off the head of one of the two men who were beheading Conaire. The other man then was fleeing forth with the king's head.

A pillar stone chanced to be under Mac cecht's feet on the floor of the Hostel. He hurls it at the man who had Conaire's head and drove it through his spine, so that his back broke.
After this Mac cecht beheads him.

Mac cecht then spilt the cup of water into Conaire's gullet and neck.

Then said Conaire's head, after the water had been spilt into its neck and gullet:

"A good man Mac cecht! An excellent man Mac cecht! A good warrior without, good within, He gives a drink, he saves a king, he doth a deed. Well he ended the champions. Good should I be to far-renowned Mac cecht if I were alive. A good man!"

After this Mac cecht followed the routed foe. Hardly a fugitive escaped to tell the tidings of the champions who had been at the Hostel.

Where there had been twelve enneads, only one ennead survived, namely Ingcel, and his two brothers Echell and Tulchinne, the three great-grandsons of Conmac, and the three Reds of Roiriu who had been the first to wound Conaire.

Thereafter Ingcel went into Albion, and became king after his father, since he had taken home triumph over a king of another country.

Thereafter Mac cecht, having cleansed the slaughter, at the end of the third day, set forth, and he buried Conaire at Tara. Then Mac cecht departed into Connaught, to his own country, that he might work his own cure in Mag Brengair.

Wherefore the name clave to the plain from Mac cecht's misery, that is, Mag Bren-guir.

Now Conall Cernach escaped from the Hostel, and thrice spears had gone through the arm which upheld his shield. He fared forth till he reached his father's house, with half his shield in his hand, and his sword, and the fragments of his two spears.

"Swift are the wolves that have hunted thee, my son," saith his father.

"Tis this that has wounded ús, thou old hero, an evil conflict with champions," Conall Cernach saith.

"Hast thou then news of Da Derga's Hostel?" asketh Amorgin. "Is thy lord alive?"

"He is not alive," rejoined Conall.

"I swear to God what the great tribes of Ulaid swear, it is cowardly for the man who went thereout alive, having left his lord with his foes in death."

"My wounds are not white, thou old champion," asketh Conall. He shows him his shield-arm, whereon were thrice wounds; this is what was inflicted upon it. The shield that guarded it is what saved it. But the right arm had been played upon, as far as two thirds thereof, since the shield had not been guarding it. That arm was mangled and maimed and wounded and pierced, save that the sinews kept it to the body without separation.

"That arm fought tonight, my son," saith Amorgin.

"True is that, thou old champion," rejoined Conall Cernach.

"Many there are given drinks of death tonight in front of the Hostel."

Now as to the reavers, every one of them that escaped from the Hostel went to the cairn which they had built on the night before last, and they brought thereout a stone for each man not mortally wounded. So this is what they lost by death at the Hostel, a man for every stone that is (now) in Cairn Lecca.

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American social mores and values have declined precipitously over the last century as the corrupt international cartel has garnered more and more power. This power rests in the ability to deceive the populace in general through corporate media by pressing emotional buttons which have been preprogrammed into the population through prior corporate media psychological operations. The results have been the destruction of the family and the destruction of social structures that do not adhere to the corrupt international elites vision of a perfect world. Through distraction and coercion the direction of thought of the bulk of the population has been directed toward solutions proposed by the corrupt international elite that further consolidates their power and which further their purposes.

All views and opinions presented on this web site are the views and opinions of individual human men and women that, through their writings, showed the capacity for intelligent, reasonable, rational, insightful and unpopular thought. All factual information presented on this web site is believed to be true and accurate and is presented as originally presented in print media which may or may not have originally presented the facts truthfully. Opinion and thoughts have been adapted, edited, corrected, redacted, combined, added to, re-edited and re-corrected as nearly all opinion and thought has been throughout time but has been done so in the spirit of the original writer with the intent of making his or her thoughts and opinions clearer and relevant to the reader in the present time.

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