Have you ever heard of Cripple Ckreek?
After Buffy Sainte Marie, you have!

part one on Brigit and the Pruyn       --------    parts from Wiki for "The Prydyn

The Aberlemno Serpent Stone, Class I Pictish stone

The Picts were a confederation of tribes living in what was later to become eastern and northern Scotland from before the Roman conquest of Britain until the 10th century. They lived to the north of the Forth and Clyde rivers, and spoke the extinct Pictish language, thought to have been related to the Brythonic languages spoken by the Britons to the south. They are assumed to have been the descendants of the Caledonii and other tribes named by Roman historians or found on the world map of Ptolemy. Pictland, also known as Pictavia, gradually absorbed the Gaelic kingdom of Dál Riata to form the Kingdom of Alba. Alba expanded absorbing British and Bernician territory and by the 11th century the Pictish identity had become subsumed under a new term for this amalgamation of North British peoples: the "Scots".

Archaeology gives some impression of the society of the Picts. Although very little in the way of Pictish writing has survived, Pictish history since the late 6th century is known from a variety of sources, including Bede's Historia ecclesiastica gentis Anglorum, saints' lives such as that of Columba by Adomnán, and various Irish annals. Although the popular impression of the Picts may be one of an obscure, mysterious people, this is far from being the case. When compared with the generality of Northern, Central and Eastern Europe in Late Antiquity and the Early Middle Ages, Pictish history and society are well attested.^[1]

   ....  possible that Haitian Voodo is partially influenced by survivals of Celtic polytheism.^[5] Maman Brigitte is worshipped as the Lady of the Cemetery; her colors are purple, violet and black. She is the wife of Baron Samedi, and characterised as a hard working, hard cursing woman who can swear a blue streak and enjoys a special drink made of rum laced with 21 hot peppers. People suspected of faking a possession by her may be asked to drink her special rum or rub hot peppers on their genitals, which she occasionally does. Those who are not truly possessed are soon identified.

Brigid and Saint Brigid

Stories and symbology that survive in the persona of Saint Brigid may be related. St. Brigid was associated with perpetual, sacred flames, such as the one maintained by 19 nuns at her sanctuary in Kildare, Ireland. The sacred flame at Kildare was said by Giraldus Cambrensis and other chroniclers to have been surrounded by a hedge, which no man could cross. Men who attempted to cross the hedge were said to have been cursed to go insane, die, and/or to have had their "lower leg" wither.

The tradition of female priestesses tending sacred, naturally-occurring "eternal flames" is a feature of ancient Indo-European pre-Christian spirituality. Other examples include the Roman goddess Vesta, and other hearth-goddesses, such as Hestia.

Brighid was also connected to holy wells, at Kildare and many other sites in the Celtic

 

lands. Well dressing, the tying of clooties to the trees next to healing wells, and other methods of petitioning or honoring Brighid still take place in some of the Celtic lands and the diaspora.

Julius Caesar’s comments on Celtic religion and their significance

Golden Celtic wheel with symbols, Balesme, Haute-Marne. Musée d'Archéologie Nationale.

The classic entry about the Celtic gods of Gaul is the section in Julius Caesar's Commentarii de bello Gallico (52–51 BC; The Gallic War). In this he names the five principal gods worshipped in Gaul (according to the practice of his time, he gives the names of the closest equivalent Roman gods) and describes their roles. Mercury was the most venerated of all the deities and numerous representations of him were to be discovered. Mercury was seen as the originator of all the arts (and is often taken to refer to Lugus for this reason), the supporter of adventurers and of traders, and the mightiest power concerning trade and profit. Next the Gauls revered Apollo, Mars, Jupiter, and Minerva. Among these divinities the Celts are described as holding roughly equal views as did other populations: Apollo dispels sickness, Minerva encourages skills, Jupiter governs the skies, and Mars influences warfare. In addition to these five, he mentions that the Gauls traced their ancestry to Dis Pater.

The problem with Caesar’s ‘equivalent’ Roman gods

   God of Etang-sur-Arroux, a possible depiction of Cernunnos. He wears a torc at the neck and on the chest. Two snakes with ram heads encircle him at the waist. Two cavities at the top of his head are probably designed to receive deer horns. Two small human faces at the back of his head indicate that he is tricephalic. Musée d'Archéologie Nationale.

Typical for a Roman of his day, however, Caesar does not refer to these gods by their Celtic names but by the names of the Roman gods with which he equated them, a process that brings significant confusion to the task of identifying these Gaulish gods with their native names in the insular mythologies. He also presents a tidy schema which equates deity and role in a manner that is quite unfamiliar to the colloquial literature handed down. Still, despite the restrictions, his short list is a helpful and precise observation. Caesar's remarks contrast with the iconography in implying rather dissimilar~~~~~~(to be continured; this is from our beloved WIKI)

Let us see now; what is all this about islands?  Perhaps, a fleeting thing?  After all, the ocean is rising, and whatever the reasons, there is a time for all seasons, and the nature of human-kind is to concern themselves with what is at hand.  Like immediate existence.  There seems no problem with this, but,  but; like a fish that brushed your bait, I feel a tension; an anticipation - or do my senses betray me - yet again?  Ouch! what is this? Some part of my consciousness just trying to remind me that I am alive?  HaH!  So said Rene` Descartes.  And what did know? What did he do? Not get ravaged by the Vatican for allowing his mind to go astray?  
     Allow me to hang the reins of my horse on that simple thing, because hanging your reins on something and buying some time to think should not be a damned crime.  Have you ever been in a Poker Game?  Of course you have.  What? Oh.  Call it Chess, then, if you are uppity. Or call it a crap shoot or just taking a chanse on something.  What? You don't or won't play games?   Hmm. I can offer you very good rates on an insurance policy of your choise. And who buys insurance, anyway?  Come on, now.  We all do.  Are we coerced into that thing.  Well, while you answer yourself, it might be suggested that there be a coercion on some kind afoot. 
    People make assumtions.  It be inevitable.  I hope this is not getting too abstract for you,  but that is not likely, for you would not have perservered this long, were it not so.
    Consider, then. if you will, the "NATURE" of thinking.  Human thinking, as it be.  A challenge, it is, for a thinker, be they proudly independent or a subservient member of out species.  Contemplate, for even a moment, pray you, that when you wake up in the morning, your "thinking" does not start with assumtions. One Expects, .... indeed, totally COUNTS ON their expectations to be correct, affirmed, and verified by reality.  Of Course.  That is not too much to expect out of life.  Right? 
   I prithee, fellow travelor, just to contemplate the absolutely NECESSARY  implications of this trip so far.  And, may the benevolent deities that reign suprem, hold their omnicient powers long enough for one to get a cup of coffee until one is able think on matters more important than relieving ones blatter. 
    Sure!  Do your duty, but, for Gaes's sake, Do not think!  This is very important to the survival of our species.
    The intent, for all survival puposes, is that there be a follow up to this.  You may or may not have noted that this is only, an infantile introduction.  My guess is that if you got this far, you can already contemple the rest.  Consider, please, that things that we already know, might come as shocking if one does not ignore the obvious.  Which is the finest aspect of existence of humans; as we don't know us.  Salame=

  Considering the evolution of the planet, from
 

  

 
I Per    

Schrodinger’s Cat             (a Douglas Adams bit)

 

        Schrodinger’s Cat?  Well, it is an illustration of the principle that at a quantum level all events are governed by probabilities - (At the quantum level, and therefore at all levels, though at any level higher than the subatomic, the cumulative effect of those probabilities is, in the normal course of events, indistinguishable from the effect of hard-and-fast physical laws.)

- Not only are quantum level events governed by probabilities, but those probabilities aren’t even resolved into actual events until they are measured. Or, to use a phrase that I just heard you use in a rather bizarre context, the act of measurement collapses the probability waveform.  Up until that point all the possible courses of action open to, say, an electron, coexist as probability waveforms.  Nothing is decided.  Until it’s measured.”

So, the idea behind Schrodinger’s Cat was to try and imagine a way in which the effects of probabilistic behavior at a quantum level could be considered at a macroscopic level.  Or let’s say an everyday level.”

So you imagine that you take a cat and put it in a box that you can seal completely.  Also in the box you put a small lump of radioactive material, and a vial of poison gas.  You arrange it so that within a given period of time there is an exactly fifty-fifty chance that a single atom does or does not decay.  The point as I understand it is this: Since the decay of a single atom is a quantum level event that wouldn’t be resolved either way until it was observed, and since you don’t make the observation until you open the box and see whether the cat is alive or dead, then there’s a rather extraordinary consequence.

Until you do open the box the cat itself exists in an indeterminate state.  The possibility that it is still alive, and the possibility that it is dead, are two different waveforms superimposed on each other inside the box.  Schrodinger put forward this idea to illustrate what he thought was absurd about quantum theory.

Well, some researchers were once conducting such an experiment, but when they opened up the box, the cat was neither alive nor dead but was in fact completely missing. And they called me in to investigate. I was able to deduce that nothing very dramatic had happened. The cat had merely got fed up with being repeatedly locked up in a box and occasionally gassed and had taken the first opportunity to hoof it through the window.  It was for me the work of a moment to set a saucer of milk by the window and call ’Bernice’ in an enticing voice - the cat’s name was Bernice, you understand - “ and soon the cat was restored. A simple enough matter, but it seemed to create quite an impression in certain circles, and soon one thing led to another as they do, and it all culminated in the thriving career you see before you.”

Ah!, that’s nonsense! Schrodinger’s Cat isn’t a real experiment. It’s just an illustration for arguing about the idea. It’s not something you’d actually do.” ...There’s nothing you can test. The whole point of the idea is to think about what happens before you make your observation.  You can’t know what’s going on inside the box without looking, and the very instant you look, the wave packet collapses and the probabilities resolve. It’s self-defeating. It’‘s completely purposeless.

You are, of course, perfectly correct as far as you go.  But think about this.

Supposing you were to introduce a psychic, someone with clairvoyant powers, into the experiment - someone who is able to divine what state of health the cat is in without opening the box.  Someone who has, perhaps, a certain eerie sympathy with cats.  What then?  Might that furnish us with an additional insight into the problem of quantum physics?

All right.: let’s just follow it through, assuming the is a basis for clairvoyance, it wouldn’t alter the fundamental undoableness of the experiment. As I said, the whole thing turns on what happens inside the box before it’s observed. It doesn’t matter how you observe it, whether you look into the box with your eyes or - well, with your mind, if you insist. If clairvoyance works, then it’s just another way of looking into the box, and if it doesn’t, then of course it’s irrelevant.

Oh? And what’s your view of clairvoyance”? I should be very interested to know, given your history.”

I take the view that I’m not clairvoyant.  Really?”said Richard. “Then what about the exam papers?”

A coincidence; a strange and chilling coincidence, but none the less a coincidence.  One, I might add, which caused me to spend a considerable time in prison. Coincidences can be frightening and dangerous things.”

from Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency

        Americans see the Protests in Iran. The People are protesting the Phony Elections. Imagine that. How did   George Bush get elected? He DID NOT.  Governments pretending to be democratic is the "in" thing to do.
       So How Important is it, for "The People" to believe that they/we really do elect our government officials? Is Free Will important? Is it just a philosophical concept or is it a reality?
       Buffy Saint-Marie talked about this in her song "Universal Soldier" on the video below.  So, how do we MAKE our elected officials enact the will of the people? By the time they have served one term in office they know the ropes.  An old rule of thumb, more European attitude, was/is that ONE TERM in office is all.  In the U.S. we have two terms MAXIMUM for the presidency.  If the people in America cannot make elected officials do what they said they would do when campaigning, then we have IMPEACHMENT laws and RECALL laws.  Why would not congress impeach President George W. Bush and VP Dick Cheney? Why? What can Americans do?  Now HEAR THIS:  if the answer is, "WE CAN DO NOTHING," then let us have the courage to face the fact that we NOW LIVE IN A TOTALITARIAN governed country, and all the Hoopla about A DEMOCRACY is bull shit.  We can start by not living in   DENIAL.  How about telling our children the truth???. Not have our children grow up to become Universal Soldiers believing that they are fighting and dying for American Freedom and Democracy  while we know damn well it is not true.  That is worse than dying for nothing;  it is dying for evil, and we become part of that evil. We have been living a lie.

 
 

PATRIOTISM  IS     "PARTICIPATING"    in our DEMOCRACY

Lyrics to Universal Soldier   -  buffy sainte-marie   as she sang her song in N.Y.C. in 1968

He's five feet two and he's six feet four
He fights with missiles and with spears
He's all of 31 and he's only 17
He's been a soldier for a thousand years

He's a Catholic, a Hindu, an athiest, a Jain,
a Buddhist and a Baptist and a Jew
and he knows he shouldn't kill
and he knows he always will
kill you for me my friend and me for you

And he's fighting for Canada,
he's fighting for France,
he's fighting for the USA,
and he's fighting for the Russians
and he's fighting for Japan,
and he thinks we'll put an end to war this way

And he's fighting for Democracy
and fighting for the Reds
He says it's for the peace of all
He's the one who must decide
who's to live and who's to die
and he never sees the writing on the walls

But without him how would Hitler have
condemned him at Dachau
Without him Caesar would have stood alone
He's the one who gives his body
as a weapon to a war
and without him all this killing can't go on

He's the universal soldier and he
really is to blame
His orders come from far away no more
They come from him, and you, and me
and brothers can't you see
this is not the way we put an end to war.

[ Universal Soldier Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com/ ]

http://www.jango.com/music/Buffy+Sainte+Marie?l=0

Patriotism Is Making Government Accountable to the Electorate.

People: Speak Up - Or We Take the Consequences - Like We Are Now !!!

 

Hound Creek, near Milligan country      A 'Telling'              (a name from Usula K. LaGuin: The Word Goddess)
 
    How about "A Telling?"  about whiskey and women and watermelon wine
No, no;  that's  Old Dogs and Children, and Watermelon Wine         (Tom T. Hall  circa '69)

     But MY  'Telling'  is about The Apple Cider Summer of  '57 on the Hound Creek Ranch.(40 miles SW of Great Falls, Montana.  God's Country)

    The calves were all branded, the fences were fixed.  The hay was all bailed and brought in and stacked.
Mom had gone South for the summer to get away from Dad for awhile and I didn't blame her.
Dad and I finished up haying except for some wild grass hay for the horses, that I would finish off  later, and we moved the cattle up to summer pasture.  And more fencing.  Always plenty of that on nine thousand acres. So, I stayed for fencing and generally looking after things.  All by myself, I was.  Forty miles from town.  I felt - a  'Calling.'
   I hadn't started 'partying' or chasing around yet.  I believe I was 15 or 16.  The hormones were moaning and I had me a new old Gibson guitar. Can you see it coming?  Feel the excitement building up?  No? Well, consider;  I was all alone on the big ranch, I had my own saddle horse & rigg'in that I grew up with.  I had the ranch pickup to go to town on Saturday Night.  I had a guitar and could sing maybe a half dozen songs pretty fair; six more not so good.  And remember, my teenage hormones were doing strange things to my metabolism.  Oh! I didn't mention the twelve crab apple trees; or that I had rebuilt an old rusted cider mill.  That was just two big 7" wide by 6" diameter gears that turned and meshed in a steel frame, with a big 20" handle with a knob on it to turn the gears.  I had built a 2" x 4" frame to hold the gears-crusher assembly, and an old, but still usable slatted wooden bucket with tiny cracks between the vertical wooden slats to let the juice flow out when the big screw swung into place to squeeze the crushed apples.
   Hey!  Let me tell you that the ancient cider mill on it's new frame worked VERY GOOD!  We had four 20 gallon ancient crocks in the basement that were used in the late fall for curing hams and slabs of bacon, but they were empty - till I filled them up with the most delicious crab apple juice you can imagine.  An old sheep herder from a neighboring ranch had told me that it takes about 10 days for the main fermenting action to take place, urged into action by the Divine Yeast that conveniently comes on the skin of the apples.  When all this excitement had transpired, I THEN had the motivation to go to town - because I had some pretty potent and still delicious apple cider to show & tell with my friends; old friends and many NEW friends.  I was suddenly one popular young cowboy.  What was it 'ol Lucifer said?  "Gimme WINE (apple jack) WOMEN (young girls, but 'women' to me) and SONG (at least six servicable cowboy love songs) (on the requisite guitar.)  Maybe you remember that song ... ALL AMERICAN BOY
    "Well, gather 'round boys and I'll tell you a story 'bout how to become an All American Boy
     Buy you a guitar and put it in tune,  and  you'll be 'a'rock'in and a'roll'in soon.
        ( with them hot licks,  smooth moves and lotsa GIRLS! )
     Well, I practiced my guitar up on into the night,   my daddy's hair  was turning white
     'Cause he didn't like that rock and roll;  He said, "YOU CAN STAY, BOY, BUT THAT'S GOTTA GO!"
         ( loud noise, screaming kids, and trouble! )
  Uh, I'll remember the rest in a minute,  but you get the idea.  I'm talking STATUS! Yeah!  And the High School Rodeo was going on in Augusta, Montana, about then,  Well, you guessed it.  My horse and saddle and me didn't make it in the show; no saddle bronc or roping for cowboy fame.  I didn't need anymore fame.  I found me a cowgirl who also didn't ride in the barrel race, either, because four couples of us young'uns had to take ourselves up Cottonwood Canyon and worship Dionysus (god of wine & partying) to experience Divine Madness.  (Young cowboys don't have to be illiterate) because I needed to dispose of the AppleJack evidence and clean the big crocks before my Dad and Mom came home. 
    So - when I look now at my saddle I fondly recall when it didn't get used, but did come along in the back of the pickup to be handy just in case. It was and is a witness to those glorious halcyon days.

 

    Love is  like a burning ember,  and only memories remain 
      But through the ages,  I'll remember - Blue eyes crying in the rain        - Willie Nelson

    there is more to this story - for later

Swallows go to Capistrano, Orcas go to Puget Sound

       I'm still searching for my TrueLove

  and magic is alive the whole world-round

        do you feel it?  do you hear it?        

                         HARK!

              "The Summoning"                       

Gypsybird,  Gypsybird,  What’s  that  you’re  singing?

With eyes so wide open, you’re laughing and dancing

and crying  out words that you throw from your heart

 

The campfire is lighting your circlet of silver

on hair flying out and a vision’s delivered

an otherworld seeming of place and of time

 

Behind you there’s music with tambourine ringing

A flute that is hauntingly, playfully calling                 

For rapturous joining with Echos and Pan

 

You sing in a language that’s new to these lovers

But singing and dancing are known the world over

and rapture will capture & hearts understand

 

Your song sounds a summons, a searching through time

For a lost demon lover in a dreaming sublime

I think you need allies to capture a ghost

 

We all will meet with you  on Stormy Point Coast

Your friends be there with you to welcome the summons,

But fearing - there’s fearing, so take you some care.

Hey, Gypsy, Where are you? We are calling again

You can't be forgotten, for you come from within

'cause you are the Center, the Source and the Focus

Our auspicious anomoly and Primary Locus

You must not be selfish and too introspective

Your spirit is needed to fill our directive

Your story is forming and shaping and becoming

It's time for your magic in the arcane summoning

                                                               Lloyd George       12//08 

                                     

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         In the San Juan Islands, there are two big Islands;  

                  San Juan and Orcas, well-named after the

                  Killer Whales that hang out here so much.

The "Summoning of the Orcas" - San Juan Islands, Puget Sound

San Juan Island, Washington, US - June, 2003.

The Orcas, Killer Whales playing- mating, I believe.

They sure were busy.  The Coast Guard is chasing off tourists

My son Jon Dylan C. lives here in Friday Harbor 

Wish I'd have had a telephoto. That little splash in the middle way out there in an Orcas Jumping.

Cruising between the San Juans on the ferry in Puget Sound

 

                                                                                    Dylan  holds up a Madrona Tree with is head.  wow.

   

 ...Facing W.S.W. toward the Olympic Peninsula across the Strait of Juan de Fuca, one of my favorite places.

Looks OK to me.

   

 

 

 

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STARRY NIGHT

 

Did you ever lay ‘neath an open sky, on a lonely star-lit night

And beheld the wonders that lay therein, and marveled at that celestial sight?

 

What’s in that vast star studded sea that fires the imagination

That makes a mortal long to be a god of that dominion?

 

Just to explore and understand has long been mans’ ambition

A glimpse of something great at hand, that seems just beyond comprehension

 

But men believe that nothing is that someday won’t be know

And so the mortal man may dream, and hope these things be shown.

                                              Lloyd George Crosby 1956

                                                               

Jon Senne'  performs Joni Mitchell's "Big Yellow Taxi." -  (my favorite)
  Joni Mitchell,  from Western Canada, entered the New York City Folk Music scene in the mid-60's, recorded her first album "Reprise" in 1968. She wrote the songs Chelsea Morning, Both Sides Now & Woodstock.  She played a key part in the folk rock movement.  Her Album "Blue," released in 1971, is regaarded as one of the strongest and most influencial records of that magical and revolutionary era. Other hits included "Big Yellow Taxi," "Free Man in Paris," and "Help Me."
   She is regarded by many as "one of the greatest songwriters ever,"  (Rolling Stone magazine) and " ... Joni Mitchell amy stand as the most important and influential female recording artist of the late 20th century,"  (Allmusic)
   Disgusted with the music recording industry, she didn't record till recently, in 2007 with "Shine" which was her first album in 9 years.

   Jon Senne' is a local performer in night clubs and is the lead guitar 'picker' currently with the band "Northern Exposure."

Big Yellow Taxi - Joni Mitchelle

They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel, a boutique
And a swinging hot spot
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got
Till it's gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

They took all the trees
Put 'em in a tree museum
And they charged the people
A dollar and a half just to see 'em
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got
Till it's gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

Hey farmer farmer
Put away the D.D.T. now
Give me spots on my apples
But leave me the birds and the bees
Please!
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got
Till it's gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

Late last night
I heard my screen door slam
And a big yellow taxi
Took away my old man
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got
Till it's gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

I said don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got
Till it's gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot