Imbolc At Tara 09.

An Bruane Samhain.

Once by the luminous light of the 11th full moon, druids gathered near Tara and kindled a sacred fire of Oak and Rowan twigs. When the fire took hold it was then passed on and carried across the land into cleaned out hearths, a new year was welcomed in, it started in womb like darkness but grew into the light of Spring, bringing growth and plenty.

The priesthood of modern Ireland have used another sort of kindlings, these have given off a toxic smoke but have refused to light leaving us now in doubt, dept and despair. Samhain is here but the graves and spiritual places of our ancestors lie ruined across the old fields of Tara, our young are preparing to leave again, our environment is in ruins and our luck has gone.
Is it what we deserve?

Samhain 2008

The bones of our ancestors which lie scattered behind the bulldozers across the Tara landscape in 2007.
Remember the M3 proponents and the bastard politicans who did this.







Samhain is a time of the dead. A time to remember our dead. A time as Summer ends to reflect on our own death, certain and inevitable and comming down the track. These dead remains, human and animal, left life at Tara believing that they would be allowed rest, and secure that their own people would not desecrate their graves. This did not happen. In 2007 they were pulled from the earth by the bulldozers of the M3 and then scattered around the valley like rubble.
This Samhain remember them and those who did this. If we allow this stand then this too may befall us when we die.

Road Kill.

Autumn's approach. Oak tree at Tara.

A Foolish Crime.

Temair of the cantred, and of the house,
without hurry, without frenzy of heroes,
was mother of the wealth of every tribe
till a foolish crime destroyed her.

The Metrical Dindschenchas. 1170.
Translated by Edward Gwynn. 1903.

A foolish crime has again destroyed Temair-Tara. Power hungry, ego driven politicians have run the M3 through its complex and the results of this stupidity becomes apparent. An unforeseen recession has hurled back to us with alarming speed and suddenly everything seems to be going wrong. With every destroyed fairy fort, henge and emptied grave our luck has changed and it now runs out. Our prosperity, happiness and social cohesion may be unravelled by powers older and greater than us, powers which in the past helped us and gave us our identity. This is not new.
Through out our history everyone who approached Tara with malignant intent was laid low. This includes the Vikings, Normans, British, and British Israelites. Even mighty Rome who claimed victory over her is finally in retreat.
Are we next on this troubled list or do we have the sense of civilised people and undo the wrong done to Tara? If not then we will be forced to face the results of our actions; because the truth is that we are all to blame. We have all allowed our once unique and spiritual heritage be bulldozed as though we were clearing rubble.
August 2008.

The Collierstown Burial Ground.

Body At Collierstown, before been dug out.
Photographer unknown.