Elenchos, always refers to a process: the process of demonstrating the truth about a matter, of exposing the truth, of getting to what’s real at all costs.

– Peter Kingsley, “The Spiritual Tradition at the Roots of Western Civilization: 10 Socrates”

Eros was the Greek god of sexual attraction and a frequent companion of Aphrodite.

Possibly due to the fact that Eros was constantly accompanying Aphrodite, later authors reimagined him as one of the many children of Aphrodite and Ares; whereas, according to Hesiod, Eros was the son of Chaos.

Eros is most commonly represented with a bow & an unlimited number of arrows which he uses to overpower the reason & incite erotic feelings in any mortal or god per Aphrodite’s or his own wish.

Once, Eros accidentally scraped himself with an arrow & that’s how he fell in love with Psyche who will later become his wife for eternity.

Enchantress of Avalon by Annie Stegg

"Riders of the Sidhe" by John Duncan (1911)

Lugh is the rider just left of center

“All around, the Druids, lifting up their hands to heaven, and pouring forth dreadful imprecations, scared our soldiers by the unfamiliar sight, so that, as if their limbs were paralysed, they stood motionless, and exposed to wounds."

– Tacitus, Roman historian and senator

One scene documenting the buildup Boudicca’s revolution against Rome in Britain, recorded by Tacitus, was on the Isle of Anglesey (🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿 Ynys Môn) in modern day Wales.

Female alongside male Druids were on the beach chanting to their Gods, intimidating the Roman’s until paralyzed with fear. A key note to be aware of, Roman’s are usually never described to having been paralyzed by fear except in this case.

As the Roman’s rallied, a troop of female Druids charged the Roman’s, still in the water, overcame them.

Morrígan flag held by a 1914 irish volunteer, wearing traditional garments.

"I know of the leafy paths that the witches take,
Who come with their crowns of pearl and their spindles of wool,
And their secret smile, out of the depths of the lake;
I know where a dim moon drifts,
Where the Danaan kind
Wind and unwind their dances when the light grows cool
On the island lawns, their feet where the pale foam gleams.
No boughs have withered because of the wintry wind;
The boughs have withered
because I have told them my dreams.

I know my sleepy country,
Where swans fly round
Coupled with golden chains, and sing as they fly.
A king and a queen are wandering there, and the sound
Has made them so happy and hopeless, so deaf and so blind with wisdom, they wander till all the years have gone by;
I know, and the curlew and peewit on Echtge of streams.
No boughs have withered because of the wintry wind;
The boughs have withered because I have told them my dreams."
W.B Yeats
The Withering of the Boughs
#Yeats
#CelticLiterature
#CelticRevival

The feminine urge to dress like an Indo-European shaman and exist deep in the woods

We need to bring back druidic rituals.
This is how we will win.

[The Druid's] chief doctrine is that souls do not perish, but pass after death from one individual to another, and this—the removal of the fear of death—they think the greatest incitement to valour."

The principles of divination are not overlooked among barbarous nations.
…
He professed to know natural philosophy, which the Greeks call - physiology, and he used to tell partly by augury, partly by conjecture, what was to happen in the future.

– Cicero, “Divination”

Birds of Rhiannon by Jim Fitzpatrick

The Tao does nothing, but leaves nothing undone.

If powerful men could center themselves in it the whole world would be transformed by itself, in its natural rhythms.

When life is simple, pretenses fall away; our essential natures shine through.

By not wanting, there is calm,
and the world will straighten itself.

When there is silence, one finds the anchor of the universe within oneself.

Tuan the Sea Eagle