Episode 2: Children of the Mirror
🌿Seanchaí Intro:
well now, young uns, Gather close
You’ve heard this tale before, just not in words.
It lives in your bones, in the beating of the earth beneath your feet.
Let us remember together,
the children born of starlight and sea.
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To the Divine Energy,
it all happened at once.
No beginning. Simply Eternal.
A great inhale of knowing,
and then, for the joy of the unfolding,
it exhaled.
Boom Boom — Boom Boom - Boom Boom
(Heartbeat)
A heartbeat stretched into what we call time,
but only within the illusion.
From the highest dimension,
it was always one motion,
the entire dance seen in a single glance.
But within the dream,
time whispered forward.
Galaxies spun.
Stars birthed and died in sacred rhythm.
And on one of those blessed stars
floating in this cosmic symphony,
Life began to remember itself.
Magic, divine resonance,
was seeded in the rivers,
the stones,
the trees,
and the hearts of those who would carry the flame.
And on this planet,
where the ley lines pulsed like ancient veins,
they found Tír na nÓg —
a land beyond decay,
a dream made solid,
an echo of the realms beyond.
The Ancients knew.
They came with memory in their bones
and starlight in their eyes.
Tír na nÓg thrived in silence,
invisible to history,
alive in myth.
Their voices carried wisdom
down through the roots of oak, ash, holly, and willow
into the winds that still sing over Éire.
But even paradise is not immune
to the pulse of Earth’s shifting skin.
And so the continent, Atlantis, Tír na nÓg,
was swallowed back into the depths,
like a secret too powerful to remain.
But the wisdom did not drown.
It traveled.
In ships carved by the hands of the Dagda himself,
High Chieftain, Earth-Shaper,
Father of the Gaels.
They scattered like seeds in a storm,
taking root in Galicia,
Gaul,
Gales,
and in the soul of every Gael yet to be born.
And this, dear soul, is where our true story begins:
Not in loss, but in the scattering.
Not in the sinking, but in the seeding.
The Children of the Mirror
began to remember who they were.
🌿Seanchaí Closing:
The scattering was not an ending, it was a sowing.
In your remembering, you bloom.
In your blooming, you shine.
In your shining, you call the ancient songs home.
Until next we gather,
keep the flame lit,
and your heart open to the wind.
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