The Druids' Return
whether incarnate in the grassy loam of Eire in 350 A.D., or buried in the
industrial nihilism of modern history, love music, for music is not a cultural
expression, but one of the Soul, and does not know Time or Space. The Music of
the Soul is eternal, and is not confined within Time or Space, or Expression.
This page is dedicated for those who
refuse to feel the constraints of Time or Space, and for those to whom
"fashion" is but a mood for a day...
The Druids were a special, timeless people that were Incarnate Souls for an all
too-brief period in Earth history. They were proud, they loved and revered the
Earth and its relation to Spirit, and they blessed the Realm of Humanity,
knowing it for its greater purpose, and they applied all their efforts to
allowing the Divinity of Mankind to manifest in Harmony with the Divine Plan.
The people of Caesar are the ones who
exiled the Druids in the name of Christianity. As in Atlantis, the Druids were
exiled to the Sea. Angrily, they marched with their drums, and wailed with their
voices, resenting their birth, and cursing the land and the nation that would
exile those who served and loved the land best.
Yet, as they had given their spirit, and
the dedication of their efforts to bring life to a land that knew devic
consciousness and partnership, they could not abandon their land forever, and so
the Druids remain in spirit as Mothers and Fathers to those descendants of Eire
who cried for Freedom. The Essence of Druidry still possesses the very blades of
grass that grow in Ireland, and no amount of imperialism, dogma, and greed, will
ever eradicate the love of land that Druids feel for the forgotten land of the
The Druids who ruled their Motherland of
Eire had gone away, and had settled America, and with the Vikings who had left
their Fatherland, had established the seeds of a new Tomorrow that would
flourish in the Golden Land of America. Those seeds were planted and left
behind, to be discovered by what would later be known as the natives of the
Americas, a people of different lineage than the Druids and the Vikings, but
equal in capacity to love and to share in Divine Wisdom.
The races of the Druids and the Vikings
faded. Their time was gone, and their roles served no purpose except as
reminders of the forgotten, and no-longer sacred past. The sacred past was left
behind, and a New Age was foaled. The Druids and Vikings were not there to serve
as "midwives" to a new energy. They could only watch from spectral
exile, and hope that the seeds they planted would bring fruition after many a
generation, and as the Age of Aquarius dawns before us, we see that the
foundation of Hope and Love that the Druids and Vikings left behind is about to
The Druids have returned.
There are many Druid souls who are
attracted to the Light of belonging, group, and fellow worship. They follow, but
are not satisfied with their destination. They conform to modern theosophies,
yet are unhappy, feeling not represented even when identified with labels that
Druidism knew no sexism or racism; Druids
knew only energy, and compatible vibration. Druidism embraced equally the
Masculine and the Feminine Spirit, without Fear. It was the Caesars that brought
Fear, as Fear was what they knew. They brought their fear, and so introduced
their fear to Druids.
The Druids did not, as a people, embrace
that Fear, but the corruption of energy was present, and in later incarnations,
the Druids were forced to work with Fear as a learning concept. It was that fear
that Druids later had to work with, and to surmount, in the interest of Lesson,
and Purpose, to integrate the reason and knowledge of Fear, but also to truly
learn that the physical expression of Druidism requires an acquaintance with
Fear - and the Spiritual Strength to overcome it.
It is up to the Druids of today, those
who hear the ancient call of their Souls, to watch the saplings, and to protect
the ones who stand as the Trees of the future, to be aware that they are loved,
honored, and cultivated from saplings to trees, and from trees to groves; for
the whispers of the young may be the rustle of the wind through the leaves, or
it may be that the forest of Humanity will rise, and will sing again.