Once by the dimming light of the last October day, druids gathered near Tara and kindled a sacred fire of Oak and Rowan twigs. When this fire took hold it was carried across the land and into Tara. Blessed by priest kings there it was then carried further and into the cleaned out hearths of the common people. A new year was welcomed in. This year started in the womb like darkness of Winter but with time grew into the light of Spring and the sun of summer, bringing growth and plenty as it did. Seasons were allowed melt into each other, time was given to all things and the flickering kindlings "An Bruane Samhain" were seen as the earth bound representatives of the flaming sun on which all life depended.
The priesthood of modern Ireland have used another sort of kindlings, these have given off a toxic smoke but they have refused to light leaving us now in doubt,dept and despair.
Samhain still comes around but the graves and spiritual places of our ancestors lie ruined across the old fields of Tara. Our environment is in ruins, our wildlife tormented,our rivers ans springs are poisoned and our young are preparing to leave again. Our luck has gone.
Is it what we deserve?
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The Tara Circle
