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Lughnasadh Trip and Brontesaurus Hill,
« on: July 20, 2012, 03:02:59 am »
Lughnasadh Trip and Brontesaurus Hill,(note: i feel that having so much focus upon me goes against tao)


elder woodrose

after reading some of the trip reports on basendra i had an odd
feeling the internet was trying

to coordinate my life, it seemed like they all knew and were making a
path for me, whether i

liked it or not, but more or less with love, i was at the center of
some kind of rave storm.
the guy who i had recently moved in with had a dog named charlie, and
i had met these pagans on

youtube, one of whom was also named charlie and somehow they did seem
connected. She reminded me

of someone i went to highschool with, but then she moved back to
peurto rico, we would talk

sometimes on the bus, but she just seemed more popular than me, in
another circle, she wanted to

try shrooms and her mom did reiki. one day she talked to me about how
her friend and her were

planning the communist revolution and if i wanted to join

i was more of an anarchist

now she returned again in another form, it had to mean something. she
made a video about lucid

dreaming, and the trip reports, i can't explain how but they seemed to
point to another persons

video on lucid dreaming, a guy who looked a lot like a girl.

maybe these were the bi-sexual spirit beings both in the internet
world and out, wholistic beings

who could help me
it seemed like flo was kind of like this too, and really everyone.

i was a part of their tribe on the internet, and these seeds had
something to do with it.

it was about april 23.... my birthday... they were showing the trail,
the fairy trail, into the

psychedelic community, things were lining up, it wasn't going to
happen in the same way, but

messages could go out, real healing vibrations, just in this way.

i noticed also, all the people on erowid would always talk about their
girlfriend, and it just

seemed funny, did they all really have a girlfriend who would trip
with them like that? or was it

just a shaman, was it just one shaman, writing all of the stories?

i felt like i was meeting more people raving, i was living my life and
finally meeting people who

understood me, outside of our tribal spell, which gave me a home.

i was talking to the animals, the whole medicine circle, the hippie
ways were coming alive,


there was a church right outside our neighborhood with a huge triangle
sign that looked like a

pyramid i thought it was hypocritical,

it all seemed like a huge pyramid scheme. but slowly it was getting
better. i had trust more in

the circles. i would meet people on the internet and then it would
seem like they would leave

signs of being there, near me, in the recycling, like they were all
watching me each day, and i

was helping them all reincarnate, until they reached nirvana.

i am diagnosed with schizophrenia, but i swear it all follows like an
arcane order, i dont see it

as schizophrenia but a psychic sensitivity or call to shamanism. we
had moved to a place called

aspen hill, on youtube also, the druids there seemed to mention it, as
a place that they were

present, in going along recycling, there was a sign someone put in the
grass saying it was for

real estate, i took it down and recycled it also. It was Open I
remembered, because I'm learning

gaelic that Druid in gaelic means Shut in this case it was a good
thing. The teaching that the

land cannot be owned.

aspen hill is a shopping center... it looks like a dragon, i think its
a metaphor, for the

kundalini energy, there is a K mart down the street from it, and Home
Depot on the other side of

the street. and as you walk the gas stations begin to look like a
dragons head, at least they did

when i was high, and that huge K mart sign above it. Also, down the
street in the opposite

direction on one side there is another church, and the other side of
the road a huge tube.

on the bridge there is both I love you, but then it says Faggot in
another place.

this is the place the internet was talking about, they were the ones
who were reaching out to me,

trying to shepherd me along, this place is sacred to the Divine
Feminine. But I felt too much

dragon imagery, I would have to defeat the dragon in some way, or at
least prove myself against

it.

I saw they were the reason. I was tired of being followed, led along
through everything, everyone

being a part of it, me being the only one left out.

I recycled everyday and added my own writing to the bridge, a
pentagram and a spell, Aeris, I

identified with her. I also wrote about paganism. I didn't want to
discriminate against the

dragon, but I am practicing Irish witchcraft. We had to find our
group, maybe someone would

appear, after a while, maybe this is where it had to end.

been listening to so much drum n bass, it all seems so archetypal,
this is true zen. I am

schizophrenic, but Christ is not my medicine (as if so often pushed
for some reason especially upon the schizophrenic community), cannabis
is, and sometimes tripping. I was tired of

the dishonestly of the antiquated paradigm of it all. the same
initials began appearing of the

guy who abused me, through the illusion, so the voices told me. I went
across the street, i left the huge yellow tube on the other side, it
was

symbolic of the dragon, i was closer to the church, but it wasn't that either
its like they wanted me to have no place to go. they were all doing it
on purpose. bringing it up

again and again, it was something bigger, it had to do with the patriarchy.

It was celtic spirituality, the traditional vision, thats why they
have so many crosses, i

understood but the cross isn't christianity, the cross existed before
that. all the badness was

the dragon.

I was returning to the truth, my true family i had seen, because
everyone was sick, the system

made them sick tried to program them. In the mundane world, they
didn't accept me, but i kept

having visions that they were there, they understood what i was
struggling with, they were

helping me, they couldn't as much physically because of the church.

the christians had a monopoly on the schizophrenic healing, they would
try to force it all into

their paradigm but that wasn't helpful it was too dualistic.

i kept it pagan. i am a black person but i don't feel so connected to
african spiritualities, i

feel saddened at rastafari, for all of its condemnation and hypocrisy.
i am more comfortable

piecing together the mythologies of all peoples and the mythology of
my own personal experience

into this moving model that reflects the psyche and spirit beyond time.

it was a shamanic calling. i had always done that, since i would read
greek and egyptian mythology and king arthur as a kid and connect
them, they always seemed so similar. first i felt

native american, then celtic, and flemish, is my family, from
flanders. is that really me? its

what i feel, somehow my spirit had been caught in the void, and
randomly ended here. because my

true being is so old, so wise. has not died (fairies have very long
lives, i think i have been reborn at the different stages of my life,
but this is still in essence the same life)

maybe they were all waiting on me, i really was an old druid, i did
have the truth, a very

special truth, i have always felt like one, and now things were
strange all the forums had banned

me for writing about wantis, saying it was incoherent. I didn't feel
it was incoherent, just

nonconventional.

it was alchemical almost, like it could have been something from a
movie or something. i didn't

want to be associated with masons though, or rosicrucians, or aliester
crowley, that was

something else, not that it was defaultly bad, but it just wasn't me.
the people who seemed to be

against me, trying to pain me associated with satan and with egyptian, hindu.

in the end it was just hippieness, gypsyness, pure and simple, it
seemed. i was truly not with

them, they were not the guru, or the baba, i never had a guru like
that. i was never for the

guru, though i listened to ram dass and respected it, also leary, and
i practiced devotional

yoga, i felt a deep mystical love and powerful spiritual awakening in
teenage years, for the

Goddess, for God, now I use the names, the names of the Pagan Gods, of
many pantheons, many faiths,

I see that all species and gendered and spiritualities are archetypes
of the essential spirit and

thus are part of us all.

i like that my worldview doesn't fit in with the conventional world,
its non traditional in a

sense, its truly me own, yet it is rooted in something, in the
tradition of wantism, i feel

connected to that, that there is an order to it which i can't fully
express. and there are those

who came before me who lived and felt similar. i've felt deep
connections and all this makes me

feel like they are out there even now and we do know eachother, but
mostly we meet magically its

like the moon, there are some physical signs though and those are
important. its all like a

universal pattern, its the spiral. the galaxy, the cosmos. Always they
were trying to speak upon

it, saying it was not what it truly was, but the truth came back again
and again, just because

they would say those things, tht was not the essense of what it was,
just like with zen, they say

its patriarchal, but you get over that, and you just live in the
moment and do it and you are so

much happier, eventually you learn fools will always talk but the
truth is deeper than that.

its now lughnasadh. i'm going to trip, i've just started my own forum,
its to gather with people

like me, because the other forums for schizophrenia seem to be just
about moderators having a

power trip and freaking out people who want comfort even more, causing
huge drama and making it

all seem fake. and the other forums for psychedelic community, idunno,
i just dont feel at home

there. this is different. i can trust it, because i know its me, and
even if no one else writes

there, its okay.

i feel like this connects to the tuatha de danann, the people of danu,
but the more i say that

the more it seems like a cult, and thats not really the energy that i
want to invoke.

but you know, maybe its really true, its a fairy revival, and the
teaching is you can never truly

lose your spirit, but you can truly wander freely, the sidhe are the
most solar of them, and they can take us back to our true

roots, because they know of many worlds besides the ones which are
recorded associated with them. beyond the roman/christianized
recording of history

i'm coming together i feel with people, and seeing their native side,
native roots of all people,

because africa, its ways are too hidden, though i would like to
sometimes, i cannot penetrate there i must just take whats inside

and go with that, thats still native, native to the present moment,
but its just as significant,

it might have to appear in a different way but its just as authentic,
just as ancient, its like

the rainbow family, these rainbow beings, here, beyond race, its
beyond that, thats only seem as

a totem, communication beyond all that with the planet the universe
itself, thats where we are

really at, though we spend much of the time asleep, from tripping i
learned that its actually all

significant, everything, it shows you, it shows you about the
universe. so i stop fighting and

just live my own life. i started being myself. i rejected the image of
what i was supposed to be,

i found my true self, i can tell the old world is still apprehensive
about it, but what does it

matter, this is the realness, two dimensional decolonizers (TDD aka
tuatha de danann)

the truth is that world is mostly illusion, the tribal reality is so
alive now, i can't see it

fully, none of us fully understand, but this is the truth, 2012, its
real. there is a deep

healing happening. it goes beyond the rules of the status quo, but its
more alive, its more real.

kindred spirits everywhere, there is so much love, there is no
hierarchy, people just realize,

they can do what they want, this way of life, this wanti way, which
grew in me, which is the true

me, the world understands it. sometimes i think they all talk to me
secretly for a reason, its

all kind of a game, its for the feelings of it, and for the joy. its
because what else is there,

everything is pure energy, its always pure energy, there is no time
all times happen at once.

everything is natural, all of it is a plant. i feel so much but i
haven't even taken the seeds

yet. its like our minds are already there connecting psychically with
the earth spirit of the

plant, and its all going through the internet and its breaking down,
the ignorance on the

internet, its psychedelic research, they called me out, they saw how
trippy it was, they did it

in a covert way, on the internet for psychedelic research if you
search it, the last update for

one of the sites is on my birthday 4/23
thats how its happening, its all astrological, i am like the fairy
queen, at the festival for

now, i wrote on lycaeum and something real was created from that...
then i was called to be more

in my immediate community, but still internet, just not forums,
facebook, emailing friends.
working on bridging the internet without it becoming something
robotic, how internet can really

be a good thing.

i won't shirk from it, i am schizophrenic and its 2012, and the
universe seems to be speaking to

me directly, i love the universe... i love everything, mystical love,
divine love it is, but none

of it expresses it, yet all of it is perfect, thats just how we
communicate and we do help

eachother... the dragon just represents the universe, the spirit as it
flies in that form
in the street names it makes it seem like so many dragon eggs, or are
they changeling children,

or mushrooms?
or is it all one,thats the gift, its the rainbow
the kundalini has all forms none of them are default forms, i did feel
like a dragon, but i also

felt more like a fairy, and also like a porcupine, and a female,
though i am male, its always

changing, even my name,, thats the true essence of who we are, its not
about a physical place,

but spirit, that can immediately take us there, tao.

so i can just look at it, and see it as an ancient being, and they are
all ancient beings, and we

are all teaching eachother in these ways, we may not even realize, and
we are all one spirit. and

the ego is gone, its not one default form, its always changing, always
flowing, not steady... so

where am i from, everywhere... and my name is everything. its a wierd
druid order, its something

ancient, its something beyond time. its not really manipulation but
its cosmic law playing out,

as karma fades away, we see more of the truth.

its all witchcraft, what is writing that on the internet going to do?
what is being so open going

to do, surrendering to Goddess/God

hopefully find the true cure, not holding back, not pretending to have
false limitation, truly

trying to heal.

that church had the pyramid, they admitted, they themselves are the
limitation, we go beyond that,

admit we are truly alive, the story is being written right now, not
then. do we keep it out of that circle?

now i felt like i was in the huge ship this huge circle and everyone
mumbling around me, its like

the bad thing had happened and we are there.
we are here earth worshippers, fairies, elves, gnomes, good spirits,
even a crazy dragon,

skeleton, this is the city of the ancients.

its like being in final fantasy 7, it was real, i had seen it so many
places, i had lived that

life, it was showing me things from my past life, which connected me,
in this life, and made me a

priestess here too. these were the wise ones they had taken the
medicine too, who i lived with,

i had this faith they were all truly with me, and that they were all
the sidhe, and it was a fairy

story, which was the true dna, in the story... all those beings, all
that we see around us, it

shows us the true family, its not something conceptual. that was too
limited, but in all the

stories, there was truth, the truth of nowness. in a way that was just
as real as they genetic

stuff, but a lot less dangerous to mess around with.

i am a story teller, i am a story teller, im tripping in a way which
is just mine. this is what

the ancients did, there was no one telling them to all trip in the same way,

i took 5 shrooms.

i wonder if i was being watched and judged for breaking away and being
different.
or was it just like an acid test, like you get what you deserve in a
situation like that, slowly

as you change your ways, its not always against you. it was never
really against me, but i wasn't

for me either, it was just neutral. being neutral i found the center.

i realized the acid test was an ancient sigil, we had a book and it
seems like we were written

into it, it tried to bind us to certain concepts, its just the degree
of ego death thats

happening, that you start to see yourself like that.

and you go into that solar world and see the mystery, i trusted that
my spirit was there, i

trusted i would see what i must see, i trusted that i was healed in
the way i must, i saw it was

something ancient mysterious, it was wanti and many things.

it was like being inside of the acid, it was magic, timelessness, deep
kabbalah, porcupine

wisdom.

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Re: Lughnasadh Trip and Brontesaurus Hill,
« Reply #1 on: July 20, 2012, 03:03:43 am »


its the tripsitter. i saw it fully as it was it was astral wisdom
they spoke of these gods, they spoke of the grateful dead and then we
realized thats always how

it is, that is the revolution, they were the mystic at that point in
the freakout who helped
its never exactly how the history books say these are the paths of
ancient psychedlic nomads
living now fairy spirits healing but none of it is defined right you
can only see it really when

u trip it comes together fast enough and u can trustit enough the
plants open the way
and through the plants we travel philosophically by the matter of how
many platns we eat

and we went out and saw so much llughnasad, smoked and thought of bean
felt like he was there his

fairy spirit, it was a true rave, dont seek others to rave with just
rave often and for no

reason, they come to you in forms of the rainbow... lighter died,
looking at the flame is like

lugh.

ego death

no id

saw a homeless guy gave him a dollar
meditated at the hospital

thought about the dragon felt like it was a brontosaurus, we were
feeding its food, the recycling

and it showed us stuff.. flying brontosaurus, it would go and eat
things like that pyramid and

stop the bad, it was a friend, ide known sense a kid when i started
blazing i would see again and

now again, sidhe was like im from erin and i do recycle styrofoam

woah sacred trickster, it all makes sense now.

its just another one of those things not what it seems, shun
conventional history
this was like irish upbringing

sang huu again, it because haikus, it was like speaking with every
voice, sayingeverything at the

same time... such a deep song

the pyramid fits into stonehenge always does they balance eachother
out individual doesnt eclipse

group, group doesnt eclipse individual (yin and yang, incomplete
without eachother)

wholistic

the poem of the voice is often mangled by words
the magic of letters is often lost with meaning
the individual is often mangled by the family

so lets lose words
huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
yet it is completed
by om

i am home

lugh has brought it all here

and the apple cider we bought for 2 dollars, it says 1/2 gal

and we got it, it was like half handed cloud that band
funny name but yea
it describes us, i am winkte half hand half foot half gal, half guy for me
for us, together as one

and the song 'animals are cut in two'
but its counting fruit at animals, apple, cut in two
you get a pentagram, an it harm none, it doesnt hurt the apple, it
lets the seeds out

so we are here, we are the pagans that the times called for in 2012
we defeated sacramentally the kundalini mystery, the 'neuroslicer',
'genesplicer' and found a

deeper friend
on brontosaurus hill
again who teaches in the stories the magical connects and enigma of
everything, without

disrupting its essence by living in the world, by doing it on the
outside not the inside, but the

inside still feels it, its just not forced

our friend in philosophi homea

this isn't georgia, or randolph
this is homa
and itll always be really balanced and paradoxical kind of,
its maryland, the only one to defeat is the self,
its a good place its not really north or south or east or west
its a place where you forget about directions, a place of tao
good people, amazing stories, and much sacredness, and spiritual wisdom
a very goodhearted trickster spirit
true neutral...

firinne gun taobh

all the spirits were happy everyone was there it was lughnasadh we had
whipped cream we still
needed a lighter so we went out to get one
maryland shamanism

now out least have my phone gonna rave in the nitrous world we are
bless the sidhe who helped us

see this truth at last now blessed be

theres love and peace

raving wanti

this is the kind of legendary stuff that happens on a good trip

the people would protect us from vampires

the fairy community has been talking about this

waiting for it to happen awesome
so glad to be on the maryland ship i actually dig this tribe we do and
they get us
they get that in wanti everyones winkte
no one is trying to have monopoly on any of these terms

went out to the woods, we made the pentagram
then broke it
honoring lughnasadh and all the gods and the witch of that wood
smoked some herb
casting a protection spell for our own fortunes and for the prosperity
and fertility of the wood

and all nature around there and all beings

there were deer all around
then we found a trees its roots looked like the sticks of the broken
pentagram, we stared into

this leaf for so long, it felt good to be in the trees healing again

then another leaf there was an intricate message written on it in a
picture language, there was a

pipe and a moonlike figure sitting on a cloud, and drops of dew made
these dynamic droplet forms

that looked so beautiful, then there was a person an orange person
dressed in green

on the tree, it was a tree a branch of a tree we knew, now you
continue your story with us, woods

of this land, we said, glad to be really back, hugging and praying in
the trees, among the deer,

fellow celebrants. we were living in that tree.

we did the nitrous, it was like our wedding kind of. went so far out,
i forget it but it was deep

total reconnection at the end there was a voice that said wanti
witches are doing a lot to help

nature

and the sisterhood was about

on the way back we thought about the community of basendra users, the
trip reports available seem

to mostly be of those trying it for the first time, where is the
crone Bessendra community?

the plant doesnt want you to know if its that plant or the plants
around you, or if its you, its

a combination of all those things, you learn how to trip more, and you
bring your spirit to that

place, drawing always nearer and finally you are there.

you realize you have to define things for yourself, there are probably
so many others who have

defined it in other places and we are all selflessly unknowing
connected through the plant

vibrations.

i seem to be able to see more, it seems to be something that i should
be doing, something

healthy, i consider it the same as dmt, you can have the same kind of
insights with equal value

of putting the soul to peace, feeling like you have seen the harmony
of all things, you just have

to put a little elbow grease into it.

and the fact that all this stuff is happening around it is just a
testament to the powerful auric

energies of the plant, and shamanic workings in general, i believe i
am a shaman, we see out into

all worlds, we see the world from which we came moreso, the world of
shamans is different, but

shamans travel far from that world, to weave in all worlds, and really
everything is shaman.

we can trust it, the energies are aligned, it has been handled
shamanically everything is right,

everything is beautiful.

we left offerings of cannabis and bread

returned home now, amazing trip, amazing, feel at home, understand it all,

its like a dharmic transmission from the plant world, zen and peace,
the plant world, that

connects us all deeper relations to everything because of that and
deeper acknowledgement of our

place in the universe, of our path, though it may seem awkward has grace.

connected back to wanti, back to the full animistic world, fully restored.


we are aisha and flo fleming linole
yea!

everything is in harmony,
this pagan world, magic is alive again everywhere
we love tripping, its something we are really passionate about,
tripping is a healing magic, but its difficult to understand it can't
be explained, but a shaman always just knows

later we saw that same scene from the dew on the leaf in the sky it
was light descending from a hole in the clouds so beautiful, it was
all right, it was an angel witch standing on a broom of light that
turned into a mushroom
such intense imagery of the goddess, all plants were sacred they all
spoke, the whole community of plants, the whole community of anarchy
as it truly is, not riots, but just intelligence, the community of
magic, i was seeing all of it, living in my own way, found the tribe
awesomeness, happy in the universe, able to lend healing energies to
anything at this point just sending love and healing and joy
psychedelically in every direction everywhere through all time

life is a song, its being sung to us, we're all doing it to eachother,
iduno if we know it or not, its not the words, but it uses the words
for a wierd effect

its a wierd phenomenon but definitely real,

eventually this magical song, which is what it is, nature, metarra,
its going to tell us how to trip out in more and more profound ways,
become wiser.. thats all it does, it teaches the dance of the
universal spheres...


walking along the streetlights turned into these huge angels and in
every light there were all these mushroom beings dancing

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Re: Lughnasadh Trip and Brontesaurus Hill,
« Reply #2 on: July 20, 2012, 03:10:45 am »
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Re: Lughnasadh Trip and Brontesaurus Hill,
« Reply #3 on: July 20, 2012, 03:38:40 am »
This was so long, even Lugh didn't read it.
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Re: Lughnasadh Trip and Brontesaurus Hill,
« Reply #4 on: July 20, 2012, 04:00:02 am »
btw it wasn't always like that, it used to be truly chaotic, not just a bunch of awkwardly placed outward sign... now its like i cant even really go in because the outter is being so overbearing, its fake

maybe i dont have schizophrenia anymore... im okay with that im okay with either getting a job then or being homeless, i dont like this, like we'll send you secret messages run our underground shit, you have no idea who we are or what its about, thats obviously stupid, the secret agent world is incredibly immature im not part of that, and i like raves, but im not a part of that whole matrix cult or whatever, or even the ff7 cult its not the game itself, its the philosophies and concepts which it talks about, which are probably from origins in this world

im not ur messenger or your mercenary im a person trying to meditate, im not a flag hugger, im just here, just because ur not wearing a flag or going aroud being stereotypical doesnt mean ur like trying to harm things no, its just the country is based on the initial agree that its a free country, and so i hold onto that freedom, not hurting anyone else, thats how i honor it, not some flag.. why do i care thats just the influence of monarchial traditions

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Re: Lughnasadh Trip and Brontesaurus Hill,
« Reply #5 on: July 20, 2012, 04:04:40 am »
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Re: Lughnasadh Trip and Brontesaurus Hill,
« Reply #6 on: July 20, 2012, 04:29:49 am »
A reading from the Second Battle of Moytura:

Now there was a certain warrior on his way to Tara Peedee, whose name was Lugh Samildanachdsomethingorother. And there were then two doorkeepers at TaraPeedee, namely Gamal son of FigalNigel and Camaall son of RiagallTwid. When one of these was on duty he saw a strange company coming towards him. A young warrior fair and shapelyspag, with a king'snoob's trappings, was in the forefront of that band. They told the doorkeeper to announce their arrival at TaraPeedee. The doorkeeper asked:"Who is there?"

"Here there is Lugh LamfadaSadfada (i.e. Lugh Long-ArmWinded) son of Cian son of Diancecht and of Ethne daughter of Balor. Fosterson, he, of Tailltiu daughter of Magmor king of Spain and of Eochaid the Rough son of Duach."

The doorkeeper asked of Lug Samildanachdsomethingorother: "What art dost thou practice?" Said he; " for no one without an art enters TaraPeedee."

"Question me," said he; I am a wright.Outlandish"

The doorkeeper answered:"We need thee not. We have a wright Outlandish already, even Luchta son of Luachaid. Yatto"

He said: " Question me, O doorkeeper! I am a smith.nonsensical"

The doorkeeper answered him:"We have a smithnonsensical already, Colum CualleineachHirley0 of the three new processes."

He said:" Question me: I am a champion.drunken longwinded rambler."

The doorkeeper answered: We need thee not. We have a champion already, Ogma son of Ethliu. That's Twid half the week."

He said again:"Question me: I am a harper. Big Gay Cowboy"

"We need thee not. We have a harperBig Gay Cowboy already, Abcan son of Bicelmos LMNO whom the Tuatha De Danann Discordians chose in the fairy mounds."

Said he:"Question me I am a hero. Madman"

The doorkeeper answered:" We need thee not. We have a hero Madman already, even Bresal Etarlam son of Eochaid Baethlam.Roger when he's been chowing on the local flora."

Then he said:" Question me, O doorkeeper! I am a poet and I am a historian."

"We need thee not. We have already a poet and historian, even En son of Ethaman. like, fucking everyone here."

He said," Question me: I am a sorcerer."

"We need thee not. We have sorcerers already. Many are our wizards and our folk of might. Especially that guy who likes snuff who shows up from time to time. No, we don't need any more of that. Ever. Please."

He said:" Question me; I am a leech."

"We need thee not. We have for a leech Diancecht.Weltburger"

"Question me,"said he; I am a cupbearer."

"We need thee not. We have cupbearers already, even Delt and Drucht and Daithe, Tae and Talom and Trog, Glei and Glan and Glesi.Nigel and Twid and Dimo and Richter and Waffle Iron and well, practically everyone on Saturday Night. Problem is, they're bearing the cups for themselves."

He said: "Question me: I am a good brazier."

"We need thee not. We have a brazier already, Credne Cerd.Phox is wearing it."

He said again, "Ask the king." Said he, "whether he has a single man who possesses all these arts, and if he has I will not enter Tara. Peedee"

Then the doorkeeper went into the palace and declared all to the king. "A warrior has come before the enclosure," said he. "His name is Samildanachdguy (many-gifted), and all the arts which thy household practice he himself possesses, so that he is the man of each and every art."

The king said then that the chess-boards of Tara should be taken to Samildanach, and he won all the stakes, so that then he made the Cro of Lug. (But if chess was invented at the epoch of the Trojan war, it had not reached Ireland then, for the battle of Moytura and the destruction of Troy occurred at the same time)

then that was related to Nuada. "Let him into the enclosure," says he; " for never before has man like him entered this fortress."

Then the doorkeeper let Lug pass him, and he entered the fortress and sat down in the sage's seat, for he was a sage in every art.
"We got Richter. He already does everything you could possibly think of."

And the Doorkeeper said, "Uh, yeah man, we're good."

Richter went on to lead the Tuatha De DanannDiscordian to victory. Tales are still told. Usually while getting drunk.
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Re: Lughnasadh Trip and Brontesaurus Hill,
« Reply #7 on: July 20, 2012, 04:45:49 am »
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Talking about my god
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Re: Lughnasadh Trip and Brontesaurus Hill,
« Reply #8 on: July 20, 2012, 04:52:05 am »
A reading from the Second Battle of Moytura:

Now there was a certain warrior on his way to Tara Peedee, whose name was Lugh Samildanachdsomethingorother. And there were then two doorkeepers at TaraPeedee, namely Gamal son of FigalNigel and Camaall son of RiagallTwid. When one of these was on duty he saw a strange company coming towards him. A young warrior fair and shapelyspag, with a king'snoob's trappings, was in the forefront of that band. They told the doorkeeper to announce their arrival at TaraPeedee. The doorkeeper asked:"Who is there?"

"Here there is Lugh LamfadaSadfada (i.e. Lugh Long-ArmWinded) son of Cian son of Diancecht and of Ethne daughter of Balor. Fosterson, he, of Tailltiu daughter of Magmor king of Spain and of Eochaid the Rough son of Duach."

The doorkeeper asked of Lug Samildanachdsomethingorother: "What art dost thou practice?" Said he; " for no one without an art enters TaraPeedee."

"Question me," said he; I am a wright.Outlandish"

The doorkeeper answered:"We need thee not. We have a wright Outlandish already, even Luchta son of Luachaid. Yatto"

He said: " Question me, O doorkeeper! I am a smith.nonsensical"

The doorkeeper answered him:"We have a smithnonsensical already, Colum CualleineachHirley0 of the three new processes."

He said:" Question me: I am a champion.drunken longwinded rambler."

The doorkeeper answered: We need thee not. We have a champion already, Ogma son of Ethliu. That's Twid half the week."

He said again:"Question me: I am a harper. Big Gay Cowboy"

"We need thee not. We have a harperBig Gay Cowboy already, Abcan son of Bicelmos LMNO whom the Tuatha De Danann Discordians chose in the fairy mounds."

Said he:"Question me I am a hero. Madman"

The doorkeeper answered:" We need thee not. We have a hero Madman already, even Bresal Etarlam son of Eochaid Baethlam.Roger when he's been chowing on the local flora."

Then he said:" Question me, O doorkeeper! I am a poet and I am a historian."

"We need thee not. We have already a poet and historian, even En son of Ethaman. like, fucking everyone here."

He said," Question me: I am a sorcerer."

"We need thee not. We have sorcerers already. Many are our wizards and our folk of might. Especially that guy who likes snuff who shows up from time to time. No, we don't need any more of that. Ever. Please."

He said:" Question me; I am a leech."

"We need thee not. We have for a leech Diancecht.Weltburger"

"Question me,"said he; I am a cupbearer."

"We need thee not. We have cupbearers already, even Delt and Drucht and Daithe, Tae and Talom and Trog, Glei and Glan and Glesi.Nigel and Twid and Dimo and Richter and Waffle Iron and well, practically everyone on Saturday Night. Problem is, they're bearing the cups for themselves."

He said: "Question me: I am a good brazier."

"We need thee not. We have a brazier already, Credne Cerd.Phox is wearing it."

He said again, "Ask the king." Said he, "whether he has a single man who possesses all these arts, and if he has I will not enter Tara. Peedee"

Then the doorkeeper went into the palace and declared all to the king. "A warrior has come before the enclosure," said he. "His name is Samildanachdguy (many-gifted), and all the arts which thy household practice he himself possesses, so that he is the man of each and every art."

The king said then that the chess-boards of Tara should be taken to Samildanach, and he won all the stakes, so that then he made the Cro of Lug. (But if chess was invented at the epoch of the Trojan war, it had not reached Ireland then, for the battle of Moytura and the destruction of Troy occurred at the same time)

then that was related to Nuada. "Let him into the enclosure," says he; " for never before has man like him entered this fortress."

Then the doorkeeper let Lug pass him, and he entered the fortress and sat down in the sage's seat, for he was a sage in every art.
"We got Richter. He already does everything you could possibly think of."

And the Doorkeeper said, "Uh, yeah man, we're good."

Richter went on to lead the Tuatha De DanannDiscordian to victory. Tales are still told. Usually while getting drunk.


 :lulz: :lulz: :lulz: Goddamn, that was truly gifted.
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Re: Lughnasadh Trip and Brontesaurus Hill,
« Reply #9 on: July 20, 2012, 04:56:52 am »
I knew my worship of Lugh would come in handy for something at least once in my life.

This thread is that something.

Lughnasadh, which in modern Irish, Lunasa, merely means August, was a festival in honor of Lugh, and his fostermother Tailtiu. County Louth (An Lu in modern Irish) is named after him. People from Louth have funny accents. Lugh is also one of the many instances of the concept of Trinity existing in prechristian Ireland (other notables include Lugh's own father, Cian son of Diancecht, Eriu (in modern Irish, Eire, which means Ireland itself) who gave her name to the mainland) and my personal favorite, Morrigan (The Great Queen. Not a name but an epithet. The Goddess of War, spurned lover of the warrior Cu Chulainn son of the same Lugh, who got her last laugh over his dying body).

Saint Patrick was a hack.
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Re: Lughnasadh Trip and Brontesaurus Hill,
« Reply #10 on: July 20, 2012, 04:57:33 am »
A reading from the Second Battle of Moytura:

Now there was a certain warrior on his way to Tara Peedee, whose name was Lugh Samildanachdsomethingorother. And there were then two doorkeepers at TaraPeedee, namely Gamal son of FigalNigel and Camaall son of RiagallTwid. When one of these was on duty he saw a strange company coming towards him. A young warrior fair and shapelyspag, with a king'snoob's trappings, was in the forefront of that band. They told the doorkeeper to announce their arrival at TaraPeedee. The doorkeeper asked:"Who is there?"

"Here there is Lugh LamfadaSadfada (i.e. Lugh Long-ArmWinded) son of Cian son of Diancecht and of Ethne daughter of Balor. Fosterson, he, of Tailltiu daughter of Magmor king of Spain and of Eochaid the Rough son of Duach."

The doorkeeper asked of Lug Samildanachdsomethingorother: "What art dost thou practice?" Said he; " for no one without an art enters TaraPeedee."

"Question me," said he; I am a wright.Outlandish"

The doorkeeper answered:"We need thee not. We have a wright Outlandish already, even Luchta son of Luachaid. Yatto"

He said: " Question me, O doorkeeper! I am a smith.nonsensical"

The doorkeeper answered him:"We have a smithnonsensical already, Colum CualleineachHirley0 of the three new processes."

He said:" Question me: I am a champion.drunken longwinded rambler."

The doorkeeper answered: We need thee not. We have a champion already, Ogma son of Ethliu. That's Twid half the week."

He said again:"Question me: I am a harper. Big Gay Cowboy"

"We need thee not. We have a harperBig Gay Cowboy already, Abcan son of Bicelmos LMNO whom the Tuatha De Danann Discordians chose in the fairy mounds."

Said he:"Question me I am a hero. Madman"

The doorkeeper answered:" We need thee not. We have a hero Madman already, even Bresal Etarlam son of Eochaid Baethlam.Roger when he's been chowing on the local flora."

Then he said:" Question me, O doorkeeper! I am a poet and I am a historian."

"We need thee not. We have already a poet and historian, even En son of Ethaman. like, fucking everyone here."

He said," Question me: I am a sorcerer."

"We need thee not. We have sorcerers already. Many are our wizards and our folk of might. Especially that guy who likes snuff who shows up from time to time. No, we don't need any more of that. Ever. Please."

He said:" Question me; I am a leech."

"We need thee not. We have for a leech Diancecht.Weltburger"

"Question me,"said he; I am a cupbearer."

"We need thee not. We have cupbearers already, even Delt and Drucht and Daithe, Tae and Talom and Trog, Glei and Glan and Glesi.Nigel and Twid and Dimo and Richter and Waffle Iron and well, practically everyone on Saturday Night. Problem is, they're bearing the cups for themselves."

He said: "Question me: I am a good brazier."

"We need thee not. We have a brazier already, Credne Cerd.Phox is wearing it."

He said again, "Ask the king." Said he, "whether he has a single man who possesses all these arts, and if he has I will not enter Tara. Peedee"

Then the doorkeeper went into the palace and declared all to the king. "A warrior has come before the enclosure," said he. "His name is Samildanachdguy (many-gifted), and all the arts which thy household practice he himself possesses, so that he is the man of each and every art."

The king said then that the chess-boards of Tara should be taken to Samildanach, and he won all the stakes, so that then he made the Cro of Lug. (But if chess was invented at the epoch of the Trojan war, it had not reached Ireland then, for the battle of Moytura and the destruction of Troy occurred at the same time)

then that was related to Nuada. "Let him into the enclosure," says he; " for never before has man like him entered this fortress."

Then the doorkeeper let Lug pass him, and he entered the fortress and sat down in the sage's seat, for he was a sage in every art.
"We got Richter. He already does everything you could possibly think of."

And the Doorkeeper said, "Uh, yeah man, we're good."

Richter went on to lead the Tuatha De DanannDiscordian to victory. Tales are still told. Usually while getting drunk.


 :lulz: :lulz: :lulz: Goddamn, that was truly gifted.

The noob in question mentioned the major festival of a god I actually worship. I had to.
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Re: Lughnasadh Trip and Brontesaurus Hill,
« Reply #11 on: July 20, 2012, 05:12:13 am »
Also, I now have "My Girl" stuck in my head.

I hope you all appreciate the sacrifices I make for my spaggotry.

Though, it is a pleasant change from having the same Soundgarden song stuck in my head for the past 48 hours, with random interruptions of the two new songs I have in progress.
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Re: Lughnasadh Trip and Brontesaurus Hill,
« Reply #12 on: July 20, 2012, 05:50:36 am »
I'm claim this thread for Spain Ireland.

This is a cool statue:



Now, this statue of Cu Chulainn, son of Lugh Lamhfada, in the process of dying and being gloated over by the Morrigan (in the form of a raven) is located in the General Post Office in Dublin. Ok, what's the big deal about a post office. Well, if you visit it (I have, for the historical purpose I am about to relate), you will notice that there are still bullet holes, 96 years later.

The GPO in Dublin, where this statue is located, is the scene of Irelands last failed rebellion against the British Empire. This is where the Proclamation of the Irish Republic was first recited. The funny thing was, much like the American Revolution against the British Empire, the majority of the subjects in the land in question were not in favor of the rebellion. This is where America and Ireland differ. Our rebellion didn't fail. Popular support for Irish independence resulted from the treatment of the rebels (all of them were executed except for one Irish American from New York City, who would later become both President of Ireland, Eamonn DeValera. Indeed, Eamonn is considered the Father of The Republic of Ireland. He was spared because he was an American and, well, err... it was 1916. You don't want to execute a citizen of a country that is badly needed as an ally.) This statue, is in honor of them. A soldier (Cu Chulainn) fighting a battle that could not be won (for complex mythological and fatalistic reasons. Basically he broke a taboo that would have been taboo for him not to break).


Here is the Proclamation of the Irish Republic (our/their Declaration of Independence):



I have a copy of it, as a wall decoration, of course.

I disagree with the god parts, but it should be noted that the proclaimed provisional Irish government in 1916 guaranteed gender equal suffrage in this proclamation before it was actually realized in the United Kingdom (1918. Irish independence actually occured on Dec. 6 1922)
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Re: Lughnasadh Trip and Brontesaurus Hill,
« Reply #13 on: July 20, 2012, 05:57:11 am »
Those gallant allies in Europe include the Second Reich, who were totally supporting the rebellion for totally altruistic and democratic reasons btw.  :lulz:

America Germany, Fuck Yeah! Coming again to save the motherfucking day yeah interfere in your shit!
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Re: Lughnasadh Trip and Brontesaurus Hill,
« Reply #14 on: July 23, 2012, 06:50:53 pm »
night elf rap!
we're in the back
with a leaf we used to wrap
many liberty caps
to relax
the limitations of pyramid stacks that they use to attack
but Airmid will collapse em (note: Airmid is the diety of herbs and healing)
its kinda like Kweli
in the treehouse on metaphorical molly (note: talib kweli, underground mc)
except its really coille (note: gaelic for 'Forest')
the forest spirit told me;
irish is the native tongue
its the rainbows that had spun
records when our spirits were young
but lately these hippies just see a rainbow for her gold
they want the end and not the journey
so out they have sold
and they call it white magic
but really, its just a waste
if you're just in it for the end, you speak to feet but not face (but technically feet would be about the journey since they move us around so idk there, but i mean yea)
instead feed your head thats what the slick grace said
but also feed your heart
because head rhymes with dead
art rhymes with heart
and it don't end or start
there is no gold without the rest you'll never tear us apart
not even a transgendered Goddess can seperate light from dark
though the torah says it, but think about this;
you can only see the frown of a rainbow
the rest you have to intuit

this is simply tao
but theres no way to turn a rainbow upside down
wow, theres no duality
the dark and light celts came together forming cows
this pleased the spirits so
the mushrooms grow
and now come the
reds yellows blues orange green and purple glow
becoming all species

thats how the story does go of how the circle of life started in
ireland, don't ya know?
it was passed around because mushrooms like to be nomadic,
so really the circle starts everywhere
with anyone its not static
but ecstatic
the beginning is everyone in all of us this is equality
break free realize africa has nor wants no monopoly
dream your own dream, listen to others insights
and you'll find life is much more of an adventure
and a lot less strife
we've all got native raving in us
we represent animal rights
but its all a different type
if it was all the same it would suck
my mom taught me that
and shes a hip hop gypsy irish fairy
so watsup
my dad is a shroom
and my sisters are both good luck
we're the flemings yo
and this is our rap
bringing real hip hop back, from nazi attax
now you can relax not the black but the rainbow family is back
(now with more tao!)
freestyle, we'll never relapse