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6月13日 DruidsDruids
"Often when the combatants are ranged face to face, and swords are drawn and spears bristling, these men come between the armies and stay the battle, just as wild beasts are sometimes held spellbound. Thus even among the most savage barbarians anger yields to wisdom, and Mars is shamed before the Muses." Diodorus Siculus Histories c.8 BC The reason we tend to visualise the Druid as an old man in our imagination is partly due, perhaps, to a realisation that by the time one has undertaken the training of Bard and Ovate one is bound to be ancient! If it took a dozen years to be a Bard, how much longer must it have taken to learn the skills of Ovate and Druid? We cannot be sure of the exact time it took, but Caesar mentions that it took twenty years to train as a Druid, although Stuart Piggott rightly points out that this could have been a figure of speech to denote a long duration of time, or that it might have actually been 19 years, since the Druids almost certainly used the Meton Cycle, a method of reckoning based on the nineteen year lunar cycle. It seems that whatever the period was, it included the earlier stages of Bardic and Ovate training. If the Bard was the poet and musician, the preserver of lore, the inspirer and entertainer, and the Ovate was the doctor, detective, diviner and seer, what was the Druid? His functions, simply stated, were to act as advisor to kings and rulers, as judge, as teacher, and as an authority in matters of worship and ceremony. The picture this paints is of mature wisdom, of official position and privilege, and of roles which involved decision-making, direction and the imparting of knowledge. We tend to think of the Druid as a sort of priest - but this is not borne out by the evidence. The classical texts never refer to them as priests, but as philosophers. At first this appears confusing since we know they presided at ceremonies, but if we understand that Druidry was a natural, earth or solar religion as opposed to a revealed religion, such as Christianity or Islam, we can see that they acted not as mediators between God and man, but as directors of ritual, as shamans guiding and containing the rites. Emptiness Becomes Openness
Sometimes A Loss Can Be A Gain When we lose anything that we cherish, the sense of emptiness we are left behind with can be overwhelming. A space that was filled, whether in our lives or our hearts, is now a void, and the feelings of pain, loss, and separation can sometimes be difficult to bear. While it is always important to honor what we've lost, sometimes a loss can also represent a chance for a new beginning. When we are ready, the void left by a relationship, a job, or a dream can then be viewed as open space that can be filled with something new: new experiences, new knowledge, new job opportunities, new dreams, new people, and new ways to grow.
Breathe in.
Say a prayer. Make it for yourself. For the crotchety old man across the street. For the homeless woman you lied to when you said you didn't have change. For the fly you found flattened between the pages of a book. Say it in arabic, in english. Say it in tagalog. Say it formally, in classical speech patterns ensconced in well-worn flair. Say it like country music, like back streets; say it gruffly, say it with slang. Say it with a question of your own sincerity, because it's not of something physical in your chest this time. Say it with tears, sometimes. Then make it grow. Stretch its skin to circle the world like a womb. Make it a bandage, this asking; make it a balm. And breathe. Life is the first gift, Love is the second, and Understanding the third. ~Author Unknown~
Did an answer create the universe? Or did a question? If one can describe religion as a system of answers and certainties about the cosmos, taken on and held in faith, has modern science become just another religion? What does honest inquiry into the natural world look like? What does the natural world itself look like? Baskets containing emptiness. Set adrift in a raft, on the vast ocean of the the world, two Trackers, grandfather and grandson, have a conversation, passing the eternity of the voyage, from birth to death… Do facts exist? Does certain knowledge exist? How would one build the case for such a proposition? And what would motivate such a quest? “Grandfather”, says the youth, “To where do we travel?”. “Ah,” smiles the elder, “to the ends of knowing, till we lose ourselves. |
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