Journey Of Remembrance
Introduction
🌈 Celtic Rainbows – Journey of Remembrance
“All that was scattered now returns.”
Come close now, gather round the hearth of memory.
Let the winds hush, the world slow, and your soul lean gently in.
This is not an ordinary book.
It is a remembering.
Of something older than facts or dates, a truth that lived in the bones of our ancestors and still whispers in our dreams that is older than time itself.
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We are the children of the mirror, the divine Feminine and Masculine.
Born of light and shadow, woven through time like threads of gold and sorrow.
This tale looks outside conquest and empire, it focuses on the seeds that were scattered by the wind that are waiting to bloom again.
Most of the facts we are taught today are told by the conquerors, now it’s time to set the story straight so we can remember Eirú’s true journey from within, the one we feel in our bones.
It is the song beneath the silence, the heartbeat of the land, the voice of the river, and the cry of the child who still remembers.
Before Ireland was Ireland, before empire cast its long shadow, there were the Builders, and protectors of the land.
Keepers of balance.
Watchers of stars.
Children of the Flame.
They knew the codes of time.
They encoded the stones.
They built great temples to mirror the heavens, to remind us that we are a sacred part of the unfolding of the cosmos..
But we forgot.
We were broken.
Divided.
Named savage by those who feared our knowing.
Our songs were stolen.
Our stories burned and rewritten.
Our gods recast as demons, our queens made harlots, our kings made fools.
Yet still, we remembered.
In quiet glens and smoky kitchens, in whispered prayers and rebel hearts, in lullabies and laughter, in the lone cry of the curlew at dusk.
This book is the stitching of that sacred thread.
It is a flame passed through our bloodlines across lifetimes.
It will help you remember what you already knew before the forgetting.
It is written in the language of myth as remembered by our ancestors.
“So take your time.”
Let your mind rest and your soul speak.
Let the story rise like mist over Carrowkeel, and when you feel that sudden ache, that strange joy, that tear you weren’t expecting, know this:
The journey has already begun.
🌿 Prologue — Celtic Rainbows: The Flame That Never Died
Come closer now. The fire is low, but it burns with an ancient light.
Tonight, we remember an old story. One woven into stone, river, and bone.
Listen well, for you already know its song.
Before there were names for light, there was light itself, humming, breathing, watching.
Before there were stories, there was song.
Before there were names, there was knowing.
Before forgetting, there was the flame.
The story you are about to walk 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 book aims to rekindle the flame, a flame that never died even though they tried.
They buried the sacred groves.
Silenced the druids.
Dressed the earth in foreign robes and called it progress.
What they did not realise was that 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, the remembering begins again.
This time, we put aside the swords, the flags, the chants, and chains, and see the beauty of what was.
A softly spoken word.
A child listening.
A garden blooming in defiance of despair.
You are holding a mirror.
You are walking through story.
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?
The flame that never died flickers once more in your hands.
Feel it.
Remember it.
Carry it home.
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