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First Steps On A New Path.


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Hi all!

 

I wanted your advice and well wanted to get it off my chest as it's plagued my mind for quite a while and I seem to come to a complete halt in thought and get lost. So here goes..*deep breath lol*.

 

I was raised RC by my Mums choice even though my Dad's side of the family are all Protestant and Ex-Military serving in Northern Ireland so faith wars have always been common place for me. My first... experience with something not of this Earth was when I was 12 years old and was playing out with a group of friends. I crossed a main road at the bottom of hill when I thought it was safe to cross. I was then hit by a car at about 30mph but the killer was that I went over the car and landed skull first right onto the curb then rolled back into the middle of the main road. THIS is the weird part I've never seemed to grasp... I opened my eyes when I finally stopped in the middle of the road and anything was Yellow and my head was just filled with whispers and voices. I couldn't make out any of them at all but none were from around me and all sounded well...welcoming yet strange. The next thing I was crawling out the road and as soon as I managed to get to safety it stopped, just stopped instantly. I stood up as if nothing had happened until the ambulance came and as they reviewed me in A+E I'd suffered a fractured skull and a good amount of road rash. I've never really told anybody about that day in fear people would believe me to be crazy or lieing. But there was something or people helping me along on that day and I'm just puzzled yet comforted.

 

My only other proper experience with my ancestors and Paganism was when I was out climbing in North Wales. I had traced my ancestors back far enough to know that the name 'Owen' comes from North Wales and was the old Celt tribe of the Ordovices who protected the land before Mona (The Sacred Island of Druid's for all over Europe) so I decided to venture to North Wales for my next expedition. Anyway we camped down for the night at the bottom of a very very steep hill that flatted out on top to avoid being seen and caught wild camping. So we took turns as there was 4 of us to stay up and watch out for people. So 2 of us would stay up at a time and as we was sat there chatting away among ourselves we couldn't believe our eyes when we saw what we thought to be people walking between the tree's on the other side of the river. Soon there was more and more each with a faint white shading about them. Some stood and stared right back at us and others bustled about each other just glancing. We were absolutely dumbstruck by what we had seen and couldn't sleep for the rest of the night and decided it was better for us to sink back into out tent and hide. Only by climbing the same hill the morning after and reaching the peak did we notice a plaque which said that it was an Old burial ground for a Celt hill fort that was on the very same hill...Spooks me out to consider going back too the same place this day.. the place was in Ruthin...it's the 2n'd Peak in on the range if your heading Southward..

 

I've always felt a strong attraction to Celt Paganism and feel it embraces me with open arms. I just wish to know more about my new path in life in any of you could help me. Make what you will of my experiences ..the people who I've told in confidence already go 'Nahhh' but the ones who were with me know what we saw lol. I felt I needed to get it off my chest and out here for you wonderful bunch of people to scratch your heads at!

 

I'd just like some more information on what you think of those experiences and help me understand them and can anybody shed some light on Celt Paganism for me...

 

Thank you ever so much...

Blessed be.

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Ah. Yes. You're lucky to see them. I've fetl them on old hill settlements. I've recieved some impression of their feelings - but I've never seen them.

 

I think there are links to reliable websites in our "Links" section. And you might find someone has asked a questions about CR (Celtic Reconstructionism) or druidry (much more diffuse and tends to pick up things from various Celtic religions) in our bookworm section.

 

CRs tend to distinguish very carefully between the various CR religions - Manx, Breton, Continental, Brythonic, Irish, Scottish, Cornish etc To get you started, you could try here.

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Thanks! I'll have a browse through the forum and that link. But yeah..the sense of them is overwhelming if your keyed into it and recognize that there is a presence there. I'm Brythonic Celt and will hopefully start doing a lot more research now new doors have been opened. I'll also defiantly have a look into Druidism as that also shares a big part of Celt history too. Thanks for the info! I'm just scratching my head at the two incidents to be honest...I can't make heads of tales of them! lol.

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I can't help you at all with the car accident. TBH, I've heard of nothing quite like that; though I've heard of similar encounters that involved animal spirits or else fetches helping.

 

A friend of mine runs a Brythonic forum. If you join it, please say "hi" to blackbird from me :) She's a fantastic singer and puts Welsh legends into song. Once, when we were in the same songwriting collective, she asked for help to finish something that was 90% written. She'd been struggling with the ending for a while. A god whispered in my ear and I was able to supply the last three verses. This is the song, with a link to an MP3 file so you can listen to Blackbird sing it. Her rendition puts the hairs up on my neck every time. She sings for a living, though, as far as I know, only at fairs and banquets, by appointment.

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Used to be a member here too - taught swordfighting as I recall - Vert said she was the embodiment of Lara Croft :D Amazingly talented woman.

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That was lovely Moonhunter. Dan, I don't know anything about Celtic Reconstructionism, but I found the two experiences interesting. The knock on the head mixed with fear might explain the first, but the second is hard to explain....... but even the first is odd. It sounds similar in some ways to the near death experiences some people experience. My sister had such an experience and found it extremely comforting, and she was not given to unusual beliefs. Who know what it can mean? I am rather evidence based, but have had a few strange experiences in my life which I keep in my special drawer in my brain labelled, "ow queer". If nothing else it helps me to keep an open mind. You may never learn what your own strange experiences signify, but perhaps that is how it is meant to be....... and it is enough just to have had them. Thanks for sharing them anyway, not always an easy thing to do (especially if disclosure has not been treated respectfully by others in the past). Mike

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Wow! Very haunting Moonhunter! I love it! It's a shame more of these kind of performances aren't promoted more!

Thank you all for your input! It means alot guys and gals!

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