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A white Chi Rho emblazoned on the black field of a wind-whipped banner, I spur my steed up the snow-laden base of the mountain. Its snowy crags grin menacingly at the sun, ignoring the ant crawling at it's feet. What is the ant to him, but a tickle, if felt at all? The business of the mountains are too lofty for ants, and thus they should be ignored. Yet the ant--I, Myrddin Emrys--set my face to the wind, and the silver thunder over which my legs straddled themselves lifts its head proudly against the cold spells of the mountains. He nor I will be defeated against them. Let them think of their lofty thoughts! I have an errand to run, and the message must be carried till death takes me, or the world's ending.
Had to be a little crafty in my tales, bold wanderer. Reading as if a story were being weaved before you, you thought? Well, have a seat by the fire, friend. You have a horn there, I see? Let me fill it for you with a bit of draught that will wet your lips and parched throat, traveller. Allow the Emrys to show the meaning of true Celtic hospitality, for no lone traveller should meet another without sharing board and tales together. You and I will weave them; it is not chance that we meet, for the good God has allowed it, even ordained it. I have a small trout that I just put on the fire for you--I just caught it nigh three hours ago, when the rumor of your coming had reached my ears. The trees talk, friend; you ought be wary or your idle speech, for your lips travel more than your feet.
The butt of my staff wanders through the glowing embers of the fire; randomly, yet with purpose. Prodding, turning a wayward lump of burning pine as a spark bursts a cascade of sparks, which dance about the rising plume of smoke like a band of fairies caught in the act of mischief. Poking and furrowing, uprighting a fallen brand, the base of the staff now warmed and stained black. What say you, Traveller? Speak! Nothing to say? Then I will continue. You think I am maddened by ramblings? I think you are maddened of lack of exposure, and your madness is portrayed upon me. But I am willing to play the part of a fool, if it grants me passage to where I need to go. For it is purpose that draws me nigh the eaves of the wood which cradle these mountains. Indeed!
I am in the Spirit, and the Spirit instructs me to pray and study, to watch and to learn. I hold the watch this night and my heart is troubled. Yes, Merlin is troubled, but not for my own account. Since the Lord has brought me into His service as Prophet and Bard, my life has not been my own, and my business is oft found to be elsewhere at all times. It seems in prayer I have drifted off wandering the scattered pathways of time, years gone by in but a moment. In returning I find a forlorn world, in error and wantonness. I find the Lord is patient, but with a patience that is not that of the patience of Men. For to the Lord, a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years a day. The Lord's patience and grace shows a need to act quickly, as this world's realm is quickly fading, and we are not increasing in years. My life will not endure, but God will, so I must seek to endure with the Spirit of the Lord, and with Christ as my Righteousness. So be it. I, Myrddin Emrys, Bard and Prophet of the Lord Most High, High King of Heaven and Ruler of This Worlds-Realm and the World to Come, have spoken!
That is not, however, a prophecy, but a matter of simple truth. Christ's Kingdom is here, and it's consummation draws near to you. Allow Him to save you while He can! Confess that Jesus Christ is Lord and say your oaths of allegiance to Him. Swear fealty and faith to Him, and repent of past sins great and small, and He will welcome you, bold Traveller. He will say "Hail, well met!" to you, friend.
The trout fills you, and the draught quenches your thirst, you say? Well, and good it is. There are a couple of taters that are warm near the fire; they may have appeared as stones to you . . . Yes, those! Pass one to me, if you would. Ach! Still hot! I will lay mine aside to cool for a bit. More draught? Give me your horn . . .
November Geese
Silently I ponder and pray
seeking counsel from my Lord
of all that has passed through my lonely day
I listen for his Word.
My words are whispers in the dark
utterings of a hungry soul.
I perform my own silent vespers
in the abbey of God's skybowl.
I lean my ear towards his counsel
hoping for a reply
My tears drop silently to the ground
and I hear a clatter breaking the skies
Lairds o' the lakes, you sail in from your heights
with your happy laughter
In the chilly night, you learn to laugh
And charge us to follow after.
I am Myrddin Emrys.........
11/17/04 My wife and I are now in Columbus, OH. Due to the
lengthy transition Myrddin Emrys' Circle of Fire has also undertaken transition. Here's
what's new:
Lone walker I am among the trees
Tough as rowan, gripped by the mighty three
A forest of steel is within my heart
A glint of gold is in my eye
Myrddin the Bard I am
Merlin to some
Yet all generations shall call me Taliesin
Justin I was, but am no more
He has passed on like rain on the hillside
Like dew on the meadow
Where the gravestone lies
and the raven has built her nest
Where the merlin was born
See, I lift Christ's Cross
Higher than any dragon standard
May I be ever hidden in Christ's bosom
.....I welcome you, lone traveller. The Swift, Sure Hand smiles upon us on our meeting. Have a seat near the fire, I saved this spot specifically for you. As you can see, I have been expecting you. There's a fish on the spit, warm mead, and a tangled web of tales somewhere around here........as I stir the glowing embers.....Wait! There is a message for you ........
LATEST NEWS!! (Updated 12/18/2004) Bookshelf added to the site.
Currently in baby stages, as it is intended to become a list of books that I
own or read that I feel are befitting to Celtic study/entertainment. Currently
on the bookshelf is a review of Norma Lorre
Goodrich's Merlin. If you are interested in making a submission,
please email me. I
am very interested in perspectives of others, and certainly can use
some assistance in building wonderful resources for celtic scholars and
enthusiasts.
I've also been cooking up some ideas for The Kingdom of Summer CD, which has
taken longer to produce than I anticipated. As soon as I get things more situated,
I'm going to be building a stronger repertoire, Lord willing. Please check out the
new Ceilidh forum for Cele De, which
I have put together with all kinds of subjects like music, celtic ancestry, language, etc.
Celtic Christianity
. . . is a holistic sort of Christianity, bringing the Spirit together with the human aspects of our life. After all, Jesus gave up his rights to the Godhead to embrace his own humanity. What I have listed below is only a smattering of what the old Celtic saints embraced . . .
Spirituality
Pining for a different brand of Christianity that is full of realism, power, focus? The Christian Celts of old walked in this power and faith. Read on for inspiring tales of the Celtic Saints . . .
St. Columba was sent to the isle of Iona in the year 563 A.D., and as a result changed the course of history . . .
Music
UPDATED 9/18/04 "The Kingdom of Summer" CD currently on hold. My fibre channel
controller fried, so I need to buy another. However, I did manage to get a hold
of 4 15K rpm fibre channel drives, so we'll be smokin'! On a lighter note, I did manage to
get my uilleann penny-chanter in tune, so I will be wheezin' and squeezin' in no time!
Reeds are horrible little things to build. I caved in and bought one from David Daye. :)
Art and Literature
. . . Celtic literature, free Icons and wallpaper.
Poetry
. . . Take a look at the Celtic Wedding Blessing given to my wife and I in the event of our wedding!
