Journey Of Remembrance
🌿 Prologue — Celtic Rainbows: The Flame That Never Died
🌿Seanchaà Intro:
Come closer now. The fire is low, but it burns with an ancient light.
Before there were words, there was rhythm.
Before there were gods, there was song.
And before there were names for light, there was light itself, humming, breathing, watching.
Tonight, we do not begin a new story. We remember an old one, one woven into stone, river, and bone.
Listen well, for you already know its song.
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Before there were stories, there was song.
Before there were names, there was knowing.
Before forgetting, there was flame.
The story you are about to walk is not new. It’s not fiction. It’s not history. It is remembrance.
It is the echo of a thousand voices,
the sigh of ancient trees still listening.
and the drumbeat in your chest when your soul stirs to the sound of truth.
This is not a book. It is a flame.
A flame that never died. Though they tried.
They buried the sacred groves.
Silenced the druids.
Dressed the earth in foreign robes and called it progress.
But they could not reach the roots.
They could not kill the story.
Because the flame was hidden in the one place they could not conquer:
The human heart.
The people remembered, even when they forgot.
The land remembered, even when we turned away.
And now,
Now the remembering begins again.
This time, not with swords, nor flags, nor chants or chains, but with breath.
With a softly spoken word.
A child listening.
A garden blooming in defiance of despair.
You are holding a mirror, not a manual.
You are walking through story, not structure.
You are being invited back to the circle, the one we never truly left.
The Celtic Rainbows are not fantasy.
They are the future disguised as memory.
The past untangled from lies.
They are what happens when the earth, the stars, and the soul begin to speak again in one tongue.
You don’t need to believe.
You don’t need to understand.
You only need to feel the truth that has always been yours.
The flame is rising.
And you, gentle soul, are the wick.
Are you ready to follow the white rabbit?
🌿Seanchaà Closing:
And so, the flame that never died flickers once more in your hands.
Feel it.
Remember it.
Carry it home.
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