January 22, 2017

The Ancient Ones


Trees in particular were mysterious, and seemed to me direct embodiments of the incomprehensible meaning of life. For that reason, the woods were the place that I felt closest to its deepest meaning and to its awe-inspiring workings. -- C.G.Jung, Memories, Dreams, Reflections

We should not omit to mention the great admiration that the Gauls have for the ancient ones as well. The druids – that is what they call their magicians – hold nothing more sacred than the mistletoe and a tree on which it is growing, provided it is a hard-timbered oak .... Mistletoe is rare and when found it is gathered with great ceremony, and particularly on the sixth day of the moon.... Hailing the moon in a native word that means 'healing all things,' they prepare a ritual sacrifice and banquet beneath a tree and bring up two white bulls, whose horns are bound for the first time on this occasion. A priest arrayed in white vestments climbs the tree and, with a golden sickle, cuts down the mistletoe, which is caught in a white cloak. Then finally they kill the victims, praying to a god to render his gift propitious to those on whom he has bestowed it. They believe that mistletoe given in drink will impart fertility to any animal that is barren and that it is an antidote to all poisons. -- Roman historian Pliny the Elder, written in the 1st century AD




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What is this creature headfirst plunged into our Earth's birthing soil?
Multi-trunked, is it fallen drunk from ambrosia quaffed from sparkling star-lit skies?
It branches gaily and its green shoots feed from our skies life potentiating co2 and returns, with respect, life-sustaining oxygen for me you.
And beneath the coverlet of soil our visitor listens, learns, and teaches, open secrets, for elves and men to ponder.
Bless the mystery of this Wanderer's wonder.

Posted by: Howard Nelson at January 22, 2017 4:04 PM