Anglais-Alixion

works 2024.

Gaulish mythology. Alixion.



Collection of Gaulish

tales.



Writing a book of Gallic mythology will take several years and some rewriting. it will be the closest to the ancient myths and it will include around 1000 texts (to fully cover the issue through several points of view, philosophical, religious, peasant tales...etc).

It's not perfect for the moment, especially since rewriting a forgotten mythology is a big challenge, but...but...we'll get there, it will get better and better).

With the addition of a summary, correction of spelling mistakes and the work of more ancient lyricism it will be almost perfect.

(For all the aspiring writers out there, I can tell you this: the greatest writers in the world have always made a bunch of spelling mistakes before rewriting).

All these little stories will come together little by little to finally offer real Gallic tales.

Firstly, it involves using a basic, very simple writing style, then I will bring in the forms of the bardic text, the final versification and why not, some texts written entirely in Gaulish. To have.


The text must in any case belong to the astral, its moments, its dawns and its nights will lead the text into what must become an ode.

By rebuilding, I came to a certainty, there were almost two Gallic religions having succeeded one another. I will therefore have to reorganize the texts so that everything returns to its initial form.

I note in terms of corresponding titles "the old religion", "the new sanctuary" of Lugus, "the worship of the waters" as well as a part dedicated to "spirits" and ceremonies. This is what emerges most from the ancient organization of Gallic worship.

It is possible, very probable, that the luminous cult of Lugus (physical) was put forward around -500 following a dark area (spiritual). There remains a common base, that of Kernunos, the three cranes and the area of the bull passed to the lion over the last two and a half millennia to then enter Aquarius, now.

This explains the disparity of very opposing points of view between deities that were obviously similar at the start. This would also mean that each large bright or dark part emanates from a calculation of 2500 years each. It's difficult to understand but it would still be so logical...
Gallic land.
Gallic land.



Summary








The ancient religion.


Graselos and Histria, at the beginning of time.

Teutates.

The chains of Ogmios.

The tree of day and the tree of night.

The spiritual center.

The millstone-shaped stone.

Kernunos,

Taranucus,

Donnotarvos.

The three cranes.

The birds.

Lugus and the chariot of the sun.

The great western ocean.

Taranis, the justice of wolves.

The great elders.

Cotis.

Pyrene.

The snake and the seahorse.

The island in the middle of the universe.

Time descended to earth.

The Abnobae.

The crane and the snake.

Canauos.

Kingdom.

Caletos.

The three horsemen.

The four guardian horsemen.

The ride of the soul.

The black stone.

The first resurrection.

The second death.

The king's return.

The reincarnation of the dragon.

The stone giants.

Cosiio.

Graselos 2.

The stones of eternity.

The three circles.

The sword of destiny.

The crown of the gods.



The worship of waters.


The gods and goddesses of the waters.

Eriu.

Borvos (Boruos).

BOLVINUS.

Experiments.

Erda.

Arnemetia.

Nantosuelta.

The triscele.

Petula.



The uimbori shield.

Deugdonoi.

The young dog of war.

The tarrasque.

The Gallic horse.

The four kings.

The heads of the five kings.

The sixth king.

The seventh king.

The last three kings.

The temple of the four suns and the four moons.

The chain of clouds.

Ogmios the old lion.

The spirit of warriors.

Brigania, fidelity.

Grannos.

The interground.

The Dragon King and the Holy Fire.

The town of Ys.

The cross.

Eridanus.

The river-sap.



The new sanctuary.




Dunyio.

The Heavenly Horsemen.

Centaurii.

Esus, son of the dragon.

The Ax of Esus.

The Artionis.

Ageïon.

The horseman of the day and the boar of the night.

Samonos.

The lyre of Ageïon.

The Aghos drum.

Dusios.

Catu-Bodua.

Ianuaria's flute.

The seven Sulévias.

Atesmerios.

The billhook of Atis.

Carnix, the war boar.

The tree of ancestors.

The cradle of the stars.

Dragon's blood.

Maponos.

Gallic revenge.

Gallic rooster.

The seahorse.

Fish.

The flower of dawn.

The four grains and the Gallic Denier.

The king's lily.

The winged cape.

The hierarchy of the gods.

Tolosendosos.

The arm of fools.

Sacred animals.

Hare.

Epona.

Damona.

Nantos.

Acesonios.

Gabenos.

Boruos.

Kerionos.

Sequana.

Autumn.

Bormos.

Marcos.

Magos.

Larroson and Lerina.

Xuban.

Orcia.

Magiorix.

The unicorn goat.

The crow.

The Bardic Chronicles


The spirits.


The standing stones.

Ducavavios.

The sacred wood.

The language of the dead.

THEbloody sky.

Uirocatos.

The sacred vessel.

The sacred body.

Aereda.

Dullovios.

Lagodos.

The book of the past.



The ancient religion.



Before the world of men there was that of the gods. A universe of primordial purity, and they are the ones who created our earth.



Graselos and Histria, at the beginning of time.


There was water, covering everything, everywhere there was only water, torrents, currents, from the world below, from the world above, from the world in the middle,

and then there were tides,

And the water withdrew and then it returned, this is how the world was born, in painful convulsions creating love and hatred between all beings,




Afterwards there was only the mud of a large swamp,

She was called Baua the strange, the foreigner and the new one,

It covered everything and nothing appeared there,

And the world was split in two,

There was light and darkness,

Uiri the unique verdant truth and sonios, the dreams in his shadow,

There was spirit and matter,

Water and earth separated,

What was solid went in one direction,

Graselos was a god of stillness,

and what was liquid went in the opposite direction,

Histria was the mother of all movements,

A first round island is located in the middle,

She looked like a high mountain,

The first plants were stones that grew straight on its sides,

These stones were covered with moss,

And the malarial island took on an emerald green color,



Teutates.


The first dragon of the sky had as sister Dana, goddess of vegetation, animals and fertility. He was born among the reeds bordering the great river of time, the Eridanus. In the tree of stars he was first represented in the form of an immense Taurus, repository of sacred light and eternity.

Teutates the eldest generated all the movements in the sky, he was an immense flying dragon dragging some of the stars behind him. It was from him that Kernunos, the god of human consciousness, came.

Teutates was a traveler and conqueror who crossed the skies, in doing so he awakened all life on earth by carrying it away in the breath of his wind. He was the father of all the Gallic tribes and the father of all the gods on earth.

The purity of the dragon's blood, unsullied, flowed in the veins of the nobility of Gaul.

His priests held him in great esteem and beware of the wrath of heaven if men disappointed him, they were promised that the sky would fall on their heads and it would be the end of the world. The dragon had a reputation for faithfully keeping his word as his devotees were expected to do. He was a military god immaculate in his courage, the father of the tribe responsible for births and deaths. Being one of his blood descendants meant that one day, after the death of the body, one would necessarily be reincarnated, life returning like the sun returning every day and every year.

Descended on earth at the head of the conquering troops, he was given a pair of breeches, a bow so accurate that he could not miss his target, and his main emblem was a rooster. In his human form he led all the centaurs leaving Western Europe and conquered the eastern lands far away, as far as Asia. For a long time it was compared to the wind of storms

Maritimes. In addition to the fighting rooster, the god who passed from night to daylight and descended among men through reincarnation had as his symbol the wild boar, the ravager of his sister's battles, and the lion of experience, that of Ogmios. ..

The priests of Teutates organized the cities thanks to the nobility of the dragon. Everywhere there was a lot of movement in Gaul, everything was made with a smile and the dynamic force of the sacred character and what was needed was invented according to a very pragmatic organization. It was the time of the noble dragon, father of all Gauls.


The chains of Ogmios.


Ogmios the old knew everything about the beginnings and the end of times. He was there before the earth and our world appeared. In the middle of the universe a tree grew and its leaves, its branches, fell in all directions. Some branches looked like snakes, a sort of liana seeking everywhere to cling to. Around the tree many different animals stood looking at its tops, and they heard the snakes hissing, it was then that all the animals turned in circles, as if attached to these sounds coming from the high branches. We found a wild boar, an eagle, a dog and even a crocodile plus anyone who looked. At the top of the tree was a lion full of nobility, it was Ogmios. And the serpents on the branches obeyed him, Ogmios spoke and from his mouth came chains to bind the universe. Thus the dog, the eagle, the wild boar and the crocodile could not escape, as if invisible bonds prevented them from leaving. One day men heard the words of the old lion and could no longer believe them.do. And that's how the whole universe began to revolve around the old lion's tree, in the middle of which was the sun. At first men and women lived in darkness, but while waiting for the wisdom of the old speaker, they learned that all their princes and all their nobles, all their heroes, would have the strength and attributes of four animals each.

It has since been said that the warmth of life keeps us on earth and that Ogmios holds us in its chains with love, rage, patience, understanding and many other things that make human bonds tighten.





The tree of day and the tree of night.


A rooster crowed in the night to announce the coming day,

From this secret moment the seed split in two and on one side the tree of the dead past, on the other the reborn tree, saw in their center grow like a sun. The two faces of diversity thus appeared.

In the morning leaves grew and by midday they were very big. From the warm morning flower some fruits formed in the afternoon. At the evening of life the leaves fell, covering the ground with lost youth. When darkness covered this soul ascending to the sky, only bare branches remained. The tree seemed dead but it still bore its fruit, which danced in the celestial winds. When we looked up towards the mortuary foliage we saw little drops of light and we heard a bird singing prayers to appease the dead. Each branch still standing led towards a star and their shapes in the night recalled the shapes of the seasonal deities of a past light.



The spiritual center.


In the middle of all the forests, there was the link between all living things. Humans or animals, flowers and leaves, insects, worms and birds, combining life in its pure state, all had an invisible link with the center of the living world. An invisible link from the world of light and yet, it is from there that all drew the raw strength to live and grow on earth.

It was what was called "the spiritual center", a gigantic tree hidden from everyone, its trunk reached up to the sky, and its branches reached the stars. Around him grew the sacred ivy which sheltered him from the impious gaze of the Dusios, for lies were nourished by dreams,

They could not return to this place.

There was therefore only one truth, and the thousands of attacking lies could not penetrate it.



The millstone-shaped stone.


We talk about stone circles with their uses for orientation but we forget an old myth where we also spoke of a large stone in the shape of a millstone which served as orientation for the paths of the ancient world. A sort of menhir, but much larger.

This stone would have been thrown into the sea during the erasure of the ancient world. But it was huge and it couldn't have disappeared like that. It was just a story, the big orientation stone is still in its place. Its shape as an ancient stone stack was the same as that of a good haystack. A little high however, it reaches the sky and a spring flows at its base. If there was a center to be found in the ancient world of magicians, I would wager that it is in this place. Stories tell of events on certain nights, shouts, songs and dances would have been practiced in this place. And we still talk about a very ancient dragon who wakes up from time to time and a source of eternal youth, but that was a later story.





Kernunos.


Inside the mountain there was a sacred place,

It was at the center of the universe,

In the center of the earth a seed had germinated,

The god who stood there was half human and half deer,

His world was the interior of the world,

His palace was called Aidubno,

This is where the seven rivers of thought flow from,

It was from there that Kernunos built the Anderos, the Bitu and the celestial Albios,

During a great anger from the depths,

Two enraged dragons appeared,



Taranucus



the turmoil raged in the marching spirit of the times,

There was Gari the loud roar,

From the mouth of the god came the three lightning bolts of Anmane,

He turned into a two-headed gray wolf,

Taranucus bit the dragons so hard to separate the creatures,

such a considerable grip because its jaw was renowned for never letting go of its grip,

that the dragons moved away from each other,

leaving the central square in peace,

And there was Tougios the left part,

And there was a right part, dixio,

And there was Adi below, and there was Anat above,

He created time, light and darkness,

He kept one eye closed and night fell on one side of the world,

Three days passed and two large deer, one white and the other brown, appeared alongside the god,

The two deerconstantly opposed each other but without hurting each other,

They had lost the bestiality of dragons,

They were noble beasts each possessing the same strength,

The same male desire to impose itself,

Here again no animal completely retreated,

The one on the right backed away a little, then moved forward again,

The one on the left sometimes retreated, then moved forward again,

This is how consciousness was born,

The balance of what was right or not,

The god of the spirit and consciousness kept its horns in the shape of branches,

One on each side and there were sixteen sharp points,

Like so many directions,

Among the equites heirs of the noble dragon,

they were also called "the thorns of the solar dragon",

And each of them leads to something special,

As the warriors of antiquity said.



Night fell on the side of the closed eye,

In place of the brown deer there was a dark bull, very large, very heavy and very stable,

This one faced the white deer to prevent it from advancing,

The bull did not like the fierce ardor of the first animal,

He remembered everything that was invented to become dominant,

The white deer was the creator of time in progress, the Ilhumno Gala,

The black bull that became the memory of Kernunos was named Donn because he belonged to the night of Dana,

A third clear horn grew on his head and thus the night split into two while the day remained whole,

The beginning was the past,

The end will be the future,

And in the middle is the present,

This is how memory was invented,




Donnotarvos.


It was long before the light of Lugus spread over all the tribes of Gaul. Millennia ago, in the time of the stone circles. The night of eternal times, it was said to be surrounded by two immense aurochs, guardian of the entrance to the sacred city of Vellaunus, the prince of clarity, the successor designated by all, the only and true heir to the throne.

Uellon had given his name to the island on the other side of the world and its light could not be extinguished there. A floating island in the skies that hosted the tomb of the great king of the past. This noble auroch, this ancient bull, was therefore the guardian of the beginning and the end of time, a guardian of the night and its divine light that no one could kill because the giant was immortal in the tree of stars and constellations . The secret sanctuary of which men had to be unaware because whoever entered it could not return. The noble bull was the beginning of life and death. Many heroes set out to kill him and thus dreaming of acquiring eternal life they entered the blessed island where peace and the light of uellonos reigned. This famous island which was later called Avalon and whose wounded or dead heroes could not return to their own bodies. There alone was the light of princes and eternal youth, on an island above the worlds, a place close to the heavens. It also seems that this is where the old sacred and spiritual city is located. The druids who knew the place had a momentary plan to build their ultimate sanctuary there, a brand new city based on the roots of the past. The city of Donnotarvos, the three cranes and Esus.




The three cranes.


Three cranes flew to the heights,
They invented the stars and the celestial muses,
There were three cranes and there were three wings,
And the sky began to rotate on itself with the power of these wings,
The sacred wind awakened the earth,
The white deer struck the ground several times with its tabs,
He spits profusely,
And a great red serpent came out of a hole in the ground,
He carried within him blood that was cold but his bite burned like the passionate fire of the Anderos,

And then the great deer and the Bull gave way to two twins in the middle of the night,

Because the night was divided into two,

The first to inherit the world of light and the carnal life of those who sojourned there,

The second's mission was to reign over the dark world, that of deep memory and the mind,

And the two young warriors wore horned helmets because they were born in the middle of the night of Taurus,

The first was born in the night of the morning,

The second was born in the evening night,

The white deer remained in the Aidubno, in the primordial light with Teutates,

The father of all that exists in the universe, time,

They were each given a wheel to share,

White and dark in color,

Both sides of the wheel of time,

of Gallic eternity,




The birds


Birds in the tree of time.


Thus the moon and the sun played, the stars followed each other, dying and being reborn in the processions.

The tree at the center of the world had taken root to the center of the earth.

The wise admire the invisible and praise the gods, and one day one of them understood why these deities lived up there in the form of birdsoften.

Reptiles crawl on the ground because they lack the agility of the mind,

Men stretch their arms around the world hoping to one day fly away, but in the tree of time, the only ones who truly understand things are always those who look down on them, the birds. These innocent birds, capable of adapting to celestial currents, surfing on the winds of the ages, playing with storms and laughing at the time that inexorably passed. No being on earth could have adapted so well while escaping the heaviness of their souls. And then one day one of them lent his wings to an innocent soul among men. He learned not to fall again and to show his people where salvation was.

The myth tells how the stars change shapes and how at the eight times of the year, the flight of Birds is seen differently.



Kernunos.



They were built with the eight branches which grew on each side on the head of Kernunos,

And the twins were responsible for moving them around the island planet,

A young wolfdog heading towards the first llamos, warrior of light and flesh,

It contained all the warlike animality of hunters,

A winged horse rode towards the second Llamos of the dark world and the living spirit,

It contained all the nobility of warlike thought,

This is how the history of the men of Gaul began,

Like a fight for life.







Every year the cranes came to visit the luminous Bitu,

They were getting news,

nested on high trees,

Then they returned to the sky at the time of winter,

We looked at these three stars coming from the earth,

During the summer they rested on the tallest tree,

One day they placed an egg there that was different from the others,

It was all round, silver gray, dotted with spots and shadows,

This is how the moon appeared,

It was the first egg but it was like a stone,

The first dragon became angry and opened a hole in the ground,

And he spits into the air a stone of fire from the world of passions,

So sparkling that it lit up the moon,

And that's how the sun came,

And light began to reign on the earth night and day,

The moon had the past, present and future inherited from the sacred cranes,

The sun followed her and her anger turned into love,

This is how the history of women began,

A series of luminous events in the night sky,

Like an eternal rebirth,

this is how the depth appeared,

And there was a before and an after,

At the same time as a front and a back.









In the beginning there were no inhabitants on earth,

And then the antlers of Kernunos grew and passed through the ground,

This is how there were mountains that reached up to the sky,

These regrowths were hard as stone,

Some came straight out of the earth,

These long standing stones were the work of time,

And then other branches appeared on their top,

This is how the first tree grew,

Stones that reached up to the sky,

And there were seeds which came back down to the Gallic land,

Other trees saw the light,

They were distinguished in different shapes,

There were some with legs, heads,

There were some that resembled the shapes of men,

It was the elders,

The first fathers and the first mothers,

Endowed with great knowledge about life,

They wore a dark green hairstyle,

And they were eternal and numerous,

Lugus and the chariot of the sun.



When the stone was thrown into the sky, there seemed to be a figure of a man sitting on it,

His name was Lugus, god of light,

And it was he who revealed the woman who stood on the moon egg,

Her name was Edunia, princess of the light of the moon,

She was a virgin because no one had ever approached her,

His stomach grew bigger every time he looked at her,

She only needed 14 days to give birth,

And a mare was given to him to roam the sky above the earth,

The stone of Lugus turned into a wheel,

Then in a divine chariot,

And a horse with the face of a man was harnessed to the chariot,

It was the light of the god that guided him,

The mare of Edunia nourished all the children of the world thanks to her milk which came down to them,

And the two young men roamed the earth galloping in the sky,

With the sun Lugus made a wheel for the chariot of time,

It had four parts which made it solid,

Like the four seasons of life,

From the moon, Edunia made herself a woman's shield,

This shield was mounted in four parts,

And it reflected the light towards the earth for a month, the old people said "these are the four parts of the world!".




The great western ocean.


So we were born, we lived for a while and then we died.

Life itself was light, resplendent, cheerfulwhere sad, most often happy. Life is heat, like that of the body, and in summer we lived much better than in winter. Life was compared to the sun which crosses the sky of the spirit. And then one day or another this sun sets and disappears to be reborn later. And it was said that the end of the world, the end of the earth was located in the west, where the great ocean was. This is also where the end of life was located, the souls of the dead disappeared like the sun on the horizon, in the west. The place was nicknamed "ocean of all storms" because people could come back from it. It was there on these beaches that one could pray and make a bridge across the afterlife to speak to the deceased. The center of the world was in Gallic land, this country illuminated by the great light of Lugus, its physical end was in the waves of the west, there was liberation, the Dusii could not go there, they were kept on land by the great god of time and spirits, kernunos. It was also there, on the horizons of the vast ocean, that the goddess of death and life, Mori, lived in the shadow of the earth.


Taranis, the justice of wolves.


The justice of wolves.


Taranis with the word of thunder was the second son of Kernunos, his spirit was bright as lightning, his irrevocable decision made the heavens and the earth tremble.

The wolves belonged to him and according to their customs it was they who administered justice. They guarded the borders as their own territory, they fought lions and bears to protect their children. Thus the justice of Kernunos was administered, by the men most loyal to their tribes, organized into an armed arm making the order of law reign everywhere on the Gallic lands. They were kings of the forests and the plains, all animals respected them, all men too.




Cotis.


The wild heron god was well known in all the Gallic tribes, he was the one known as "the projection" because of his beak and the way he projected him forward. The animal in question did not think much before acting ferociously, he was a god of the passions of the world below, of the great primordial swamp. Cotis was the god of the first, of those who came before others, of the fiery will of warriors armed with spears and javelins. He was a fighting god but not only that because he also served old men who were said to be advanced in age and knowledge, there too, Cotis embodied a reference to those who were said to have wisdom. His immobile posture for hours and his way of observing his surroundings certainly made him a god who monitors events. Thus existed Cotis, guardian and contemplator of the beauties and harsh truths that surrounded him. A keeper of memory...


Pyrene.


On the other side of the visible world there was that of the gods and deities of the other world, yet certain gods and goddesses resided on earth, while others remained in heaven, and then there were deities of the underworld. ground likewise. But what belonged to the gods, eternity and all the fruits of the earth, could not belong to men, or only temporarily. It was a curse for the sake of evolution, everything we could love on this bright earth must one day disappear and be missed. One of those from heaven then descended to earth. This was said about him during his stay: "if he finds nothing to love, the gods will forget us", it was about Ogmios. The gods already knew all the benefits and few things could still pleasantly surprise them, they needed novelty to exist and they created men and women for that. They sent this being of light, a demigod, to earth to find the most beautiful thing there was, if such a thing existed, and to bring it back to them.


Ogmios went down to earth and searched for a long time for the most beautiful thing, he walked for twelve months and at one point he heard of a mountain princess named Pyrene. It was said that her beauty was beyond comprehension and no one looking up at her one day could forget her afterwards. She was also called Pyrea, a young woman with a strong temperament, daughter of day and night, she was extremely rich in gold and metals with which the torrents overflowed. These same torrents, one of the largest of which bore the name of the serpent. Ogmios went to his kingdom and was surprised that it was so close to the heavens, some mountains led directly to the pure and sacred clouds, where nothing could be corrupted. The strong-willed god met Pyrenne at the bend of a valley and was immediately seduced, there was one thing on this land more beautiful than all the others. He therefore started the conversation using the sacred language of the gods, telling Pyrene to follow him, begging her when she refused to leave her grandiose palace. But she didn't want itfollow because we don't move mountains and Ogmios failed to convince her. Pyrenne's seduction capsized the demigod's heart and since he could not stay there long, he had to leave sad at having met the one he could never forget. Everything has a price on this earth, except me who didn't have one, the nymph whispered to him. From their love was born a large serpent, hurtling down the slopes and carrying away everything in its path, rocks, earth, trees and the unwary in an enormous rolling noise that could be heard hundreds of kilometers away.

The Pyrenees Palace is still in its place, where it has always been, and the seductive spirit of the mountain has never been able to leave it, it is today called "the Pyrenees".





The snake and the seahorse.


In the realm of the dead lived a great goddess. His throne was guarded by three giant griffins, they had hooked beaks, immense claws and large wings that allowed them to fly in circles.

This goddess Morgana had in her possession the sacred vessel of life and death and her guardians went in the opposite direction to the time of the living. No one could approach this place without dying slowly or even more quickly.

Kernunos had tamed the ancient serpent that inhabited the flesh and he now obeyed him.

Then seeing that all the beings he created were perishing, he overturned the wheel of time, the tree that held the world together. A great magic took place and the panther of the past and the future attacked the spirit of the dead. The one who came from the blood of the dragon advanced on the earth. Thus death was stopped for a moment and the serpent then entered the kingdom forbidden to the living. The great goddess was surprised but the snake pleased her because it was charming. Thus the serpent entered the mother earth forbidden to men above, the place where the first dragon had had life. And he stayed there for an entire winter because it was always hot in this place where the flames and boiling lava were never less.

Then Kernunos released the sacred wheel and time resumed its normal course. In the summer the snake returned from between the world, but it had changed, it still had a tail but it had coiled around itself, it still had horns but they had unfurled on its head. His back had grown like wings and fins, his belly was more prominent but above all his head resembled the head of a land horse. The serpent emerging from the womb of mother earth was gradually transformed into a noble seahorse, one of the descendants of the dragon. The goddess of death and life was saddened by the departure of the seahorse towards the world of men and she then kept with her one of the creatures of kernunos, she kept the panther of the present with her deadly magic.

It is since this episode where Kernunos and Morgana met that men's time went in one direction and women's time went in the opposite direction. Thus the cycles of life followed the cycles of death, and death gave new births to the living world. Men lived, died, then were reborn.



The great elders.



It is thanks to this that the ancients grew up,

They had become giants in animal shapes,

covered with leaves and branches which protected them,

Around the central tree twelve great elders established themselves forming a circle,

The first clearing around a gigantic tree,

Coming from the sky there were three rays of light,

And the world was enlightened in three different ways,

There were waters, rivers, lakes and the sea,

There was the earth, the mountains and the plains,

There was the sky, the clouds and the wind,

In the center there was the strength of the oak,

The vitality of the ash tree,

And the majesty of the beech.

The twelve elders divided the earth, the sea and the air,

They themselves were divided into two parts: flesh and spirit,

And so there was a bull tree,

A lion tree, a boar tree, one that looked like a human,

And all the forms of creation were in heaven,

The one in the middle looked almost like a man.









The abyss of heaven was all around,

Where the earth's waters ended, it began.

The Nautes went far and already landed on other islands and continents.

But there was no end to the journey,

At the end of the world we ascended to the starry sky,

Carried away by currents on which the stars floated.

It was then said that all the winds came from the sea and that if the trees danced it was to please the gods and goddesses shining up there.

And then it was still said that the winds of the night caressed the cheeks of the singers of the nemeton,

While the breaths of the day filled the lungs of the newly born Gallic children.



The day was to the prince what the night was to the queen,One stormy day she cried on the wasted ground they say,

The prince of light transformed these tears into colorful columns,

This is how we were born,

When a mother's woes turned into joys,

In the sweats of dawn is the early morning of humanity,

The sun and the moon continued their course around the island, Swarming their offspring everywhere.

The twelve trees around the world never stopped dancing,

As if they were trying to walk,

They took turns carrying the moon pearl in the middle of their branches.

At that time there were seven rays of colors,

They made a bridge to the sky to support it,

Seven rays surrounded by high white clouds,

And there were fourteen young men and women born for every tree around the earth,

They were the first men and women,

They divided to honor the seven columns supporting the heavens.

At one end of the bridge there was a boy,

At the other ends of said bridge there was a girl.

The trees each chose their representatives from among the first born,

There were 24 who were appointed to guide their own,

They were called "the tribes of the 12 trees",

One of these trees in winter, in the 12th month, took on the appearance of death,

And he who was in the midst of the light took on the appearance of life,



An island in the middle of the universe.



On the island in the middle of the world these first born had climbed the mountain,

They had accessed the great purity which reigns above all.

There was no darkness at the top of the gods,

The universe had been split in two,

But in these heavenly waters was the eternal reality,

The one who can't disappear.

In the night the primordial goddess emanated her lights,

Like his undivided will,

From there came life which settled lower, descended through the rays of divine light.



In the twelfth month of the year death had made its appearance,

In the skies all around the dark clouds obscured the view,

In the big marsh a cat set out on the hunt,

She was alone whose eyes pierced the darkness of the last night,

She searched for a long time among the tall reeds of the year,

The animal had three sharp claws on each paw,

And she pounces on the blackish forms,

In his anger these silver claws tore the black clouds,

In the sky of men the moon pierced the clouds,

Then appeared the great horsewoman with her catéïa,

The formidable weapon that was the spear of return tore the dark nuvoles to pieces,

Thus Edunia possessed the fury of the double spear and the shield of light,

With the remaining clouds she made a hairstyle,

And the men and women of the earth gave birth to their descendants,

It was the resurrection of the body,

The new generations born thanks to the will of the cat,

The shield bore the symbol of the four moons,

He was the link between the past and the future,



We associated the shield and the cateïa,

And they became the symbol of the mothers of the tribe,

The ones that even death can't stop,



Time descended to earth with the light of Lugus.


And the plants grew, the farmers all worked hard, the fields had to be cleared, furrows dug to put the precious seeds in, and then the rain came. From then on, just before the Ganor festivals, people danced in the muddy fields to mix the sowing and the earth. And then Lugus came, descended from heaven to earth, light and heat generated growth. It was at this precise moment of the bright year that we realized how precious time was. Kernunos was reborn from the other world, the flowering branches promised their fruits. But people getting older also had strange thoughts.

“We work hard but the gods go faster than us, good cleaned land quickly returns to wild life” he said. And throughout the light period the crops grew but the wild and invasive abnobae plants continually returned to attack. Lugus brought light from the sky at the same time as men fought the wild life and weeds reducing their efforts to nothing. It never stopped. They worked hard, against the one he adored to cultivate the year's reserves.

So it was said, Lugus had created time on earth.




The Abnobae.



They were the descendants of the great mother goddess Iahé,

The ancestors said that in the womb of the goddess,

There were all the heavenly waters,

All the currents of the universe,

And in the middle of these lies our world in gestation,

This is why they obtained the power of destiny,

The women were all the heirs of Iahé,

It was Iahé who gave birth to young Mori,

Where all waters begin and end,

Mori to son tower gave birth to Gallia the sacred mountain,

When the moon had cried on the rocks,

The dawn sun made the sources of light smile,

They were called the Niskae Kantae,

The group of singing nymphs,

And their words joined together to form the great river of life,

The one that flows among the twelve trees of the year,

The Niskae wore wings on their back and had a fish tail,

Their song dedicated its words to each of their branches,

And the trees began to move,

They formed a circle around Gallia,

This is how the Emerald Gardens were born,

The primordial world where the Abnobae fairies inhabited,

This is how Bélissama, Brigania, Nantosuelta and their sisters came,





They were as numerous as the stars in the sky,

Watering each part of their territories with their share of light,

But they weren't always as good as they seemed,

For coming to earth with the sorrowful tears of the moon,

Three days a month they sang: "

Beware of those who come to invade the lands of the Abnobae,

For they would be carried away in the raging waves",

Then women all came with three pussy claws,

They were called "the three sacred virgins",

Those in the center wore the two wings of the great eagle,

His daughter who was on his left carried within her the consummate past,

His other daughter who was to his right was braiding a silver braid for him,

It was with this cloudy hairstyle that she protected the moments to come,

And they called her “the spinner” of the future,

Meanwhile the great horsewoman rode into the sky,

She landed on the top of Gallia,

His light descended everywhere on the Gallic land,

This goddess who came was called Epona,

The mother of all riders traveling the paths,

The goddess of horses was mother of the Gallic centaurs, the equites,

And she made the children grow up thanks to the milk of the moon,







The crane and the snake.


Three cranes roamed the sky, calling on men to look up to the heavens. They always came and went together, in a flight formation very specific to migratory species. In this way they announced the seasons and warned of climatic changes. The three cranes represented time, the height of spirituality and Gallic magic. One of them had landed on the ground to make its nest. The crane of the past had in its very beginnings encountered a snake which crawled always stuck to the ground. The serpent of primary and animal instincts, of bestiality and the lowest desires. So she took it in her beak and unfortunately swallowed it. Since then, men were born like animals, and those who did not know the story of the other two cranes were unable to rise higher than the ground. They say that's why babies walk on all fours before walking with their heads held high in the clouds.

Canauos.



Edunia descended to earth in the form of Epona,

As the light descended from the moon,

And in the morning of the world Lugus did the same,

The light of the sun touched the ground in the form of a warrior king,

He was called by many names,

Long hand because he could touch everything,

Long sword because he was precise in everything,

Canauos the young war dog who did not know how to stop,

And many others,

And then one day the light of the moon and the sun met,

From this union were born first a son then 14 other children,

7 girls with very different characters,

And 7 boys with following characters,

They were the golden-winged Sulevias,

and the heavy and muscular centaurs,

One of them had three faces,

And three hairs that heaven lent him,

Before he was blond when he looked at the past and his birth,

Red like dawn and the tramont during the day,

And then for what he didn't yet know it was nocturnal brown,

The one whose shapes we can barely guess,









2nd part.







Kingdom.



We say that there is no king without a queen, indeed the earth, the sea and the sky are receptacles of life, women were guarantors of the future among the Gauls.

And therefore without a queen the life of a kingdom cannot germinate.

At the center of the world is the germ of a kingdom, around the seed is the woman who gives it its finery, spiritual and physical beauties that no being could do without.

This is where the jewels are that captivate the bodies, projecting thoughts in a luminous refrain.



This receptacle of all the beauties of the world guarantees peace, understanding, sharing. Against all odds, they alone possess the great power, guarding it jealously, protecting the future they guide.

It is the queens who keep the dragons at bay, they are also the ones who can release them.

I wouldn't do itpraise of overly religious lovers having the habit of devouring their males yet the woman was free in our home and only obeyed herself.



Thus the Gallic universe was born from the mother goddess, and its kingdoms were founded by daughters. Women gave birth to men and educated them while giving them youthfulness of soul. Courage, self-sacrifice and rage, physical strength, absence of fear forged the reputation of the Gallic drungeos. And it was among them that we saw the emergence of royal characters, systematically it was among the heroes that the new kings were chosen.

This is what was said in men's circles, but among women a different story was told.



It was about one of these kings, it is said that one of the female lines died out, the custody of the jewels was entrusted to this man.

And one day, falling in love with a very pretty peasant girl passing through, he showed it to her to find out if she was of divine lineage because only one of the daughters of the goddess could receive the stone of souls. This is how he awakened a very old thing in her home and released the wyvern buried since the beginning of known times, a warrior woman with indestructible will. She took the dragon's jewel and only returned it in the form of a child, this one who was later named Artos son of the dragon. Others also call him Arthur Pendragon, the only one who can receive the sword of destiny among all people. The scion of ancient kings, direct descendant of the goddess of life and the first dragon master of time.



Since then, the descendants of the Gauls had this reputation of being the sons and daughters of the first dragon.






CALETOS.


The god galatos.

Calet is the name given to the shiny pebbles that collide, this is where the god of the meshes of pounding waves Caletos comes from. He was also a military god, nicknamed "the rough one" because he never backed down. the deity who made coats of mail too because it was he who gave his name to the weapon and blacksmith's hammer. Caletos was a god of homogeneity, of the resistance associated with stones and metals glistening with humidity, a god of conquests. The heart of stone, known by its reddish colors, had a reputation for being beautiful, its united groups could inflict immense damage on the enemy by attacking them like large waves. It was for this reason that they were later called the "calates almost everywhere, the "Galatians", the Gallic waves of the celestial oceans. Its ranks projected like an immense hammer, smashing into the opposing ranks. It was very renowned and those who joined his groups sought to become famous The calosities of the hands of Caletos, was a bad omen for belligerents on the other side because the strikes would not weaken and they knew it shone, the trellis of the troops offered a perfect covering in. the bloody plains, it was their way of fighting which made them known and admired as a common symbol they displayed a trisceles, also called the tricalus, the three waves and others the trisucelus, the three hammers, it was the three waves. of the conquest that no one could stop.






Trimarcisia



The three horsemen - trimarcisia.



While Sucellus struck the rhythm of the sunny days with his enormous mass, his shaft making the enormous luminous weight cross the sky like a day star in a perfect arc, three horsemen strolled through the countryside.

These were three equites who had sworn loyalty to a single king.

These three characters were inseparable, they rode together night and day.

When a pretty fairy presented herself to them, they fell in love with her together. And they always lived this way.

There was a song that described their exploits,

It is said that the first carried the battle axe, the second carried the sword and the third sported the spear, and that for all of them, a single shield was sufficient.

Their mounts matched in three colors, a white horse, a gray horse and a black horse, but of the hooves which punctuated the march we recognized only a sound. So the people who heard them coming thought it was just the sound of a single horse.



Ultimately only their weight was different, the first was only of flesh and weighed a quintal, the second had aged a little and weighed half that weight, while the third did not weigh anything that could be noticed in its traces.

And if these three sang with one voice following the same path, it was the one in the middle who commanded the other two.

Their song was called: “a ballad”.



Later during a great battle the three horsemen distinguished themselves with another song which was then called "a charge".

In these moments of harsh confrontation the Gallic people gave them names which resonated in all corners of the kingdom, it was Esus, from Teutates and Taranis, will, decision and anger.

Anger and courage were confused among our ancestors.

It was there that the boar became the sacred ensign of the new kings and mainly of Teutates, the father of the tribe, the bearer of the sword of destiny.



The four guardian horsemen.


Each royal tribe was organized into four distinct parts of the same territory. And for each part there was a rider who represented it, so each king was surrounded by the four sacred equites each representing a season of life and the year and each having a particular totem animal known in its part of territory.

When the tutelary chief had to be replaced, because he had died or become too old, his son then received full powers and wore his family Torque, because these were family ties descending by blood. Thus the old warrior was replaced by a young one and the latter praised as the son of a god. This was the oldest bloodline and traced back to the first dragon king. The son took his place in the sky, on the shield and although human he carried the blood of the immortals. Then the first four sacred horsemen and their totem animals gave way to new equites, religious guardians guarding the throne and the religion of the lineage of ancient kings. The four parts of these royal tribes then each honored one of the new sky riders and their four animals with the new king.





The ride of the soul.


War was a way of life, warriors honored by their names and their exploits had to be reincarnated after their passage into the afterlife. To cross the world of the dead and reach their new body, these known heroes, these virgin soldiers, had to embark on the great ride. So it was not uncommon to see lone riders charging through the lights and shadows of the night to reach the final goal and return to rule their tribe. Kings were buried with their horses and their personal guard, and so began the race towards a new dawn, where Lugus led them. Their new mother had to be a virgin and pure before marriage, this was the condition for the new life given because the child, the new body had to be pure too.





The black stone.


And on the path of men and women, all sons and daughters descendants of the first dragon, life went into birth, youth, maturity then old age. At the end was death and resurrection but between the two was a black stone, that of oblivion. And only the woman, the mother goddess could remember and offer new life because the first crystal clear and as clear as the clear waters had darkened and nothing remained of the memories of those who returned.




The first resurrection.



It was believed in the resurrection of the dragon every thousand years, because ancient volcanoes wake up approximately every thousand years for a short period before plunging back into sleep.

And with the dragon came his blood, that of his family. This was an opportunity to take up old surnames and bring them up to date, bathed in the light of novelty because they had been forgotten. This is what we called the first resurrection where the offspring of blood, the descendants, took back their old family names. Not yet soiled by the horrors of life on earth, saints of all accusation because it was the renewal of this race.




The second death.


The first death is that of the body, illness, accident or old age, the cycles of life and death cannot be stopped. And the first resurrection is that of the rebirth of the elders through their names, purified by time and re-inscribed in the book of life, that of baptism, known among our tribes in the form of wax tablets at the time.

Yet for those of false religion there is a second death, that which is called destruction in the lake of fire.

Because those who have not been recognized as part of us are erased from the history books and fall definitively into oblivion, this is the second death, that of the lake of fire from which nothing remains.





The king's return.




Millennia ago the stone circles were built, they also came in threes, the center circle represented the earth, the second one embodied the moon and the outer circle let in the light of the sun's rays. It was at this very distant time that the first precepts of our religion of light illuminated the world of the human spirit. In the center of the three circles stood the tree of life and around them during the nights appeared the twelve monthly symbols of the crown of the stars.

This happened more than 9000 years ago. It was the first reign of Lugus's clarity.

This crown is transmitted to the sons anddaughters of our ancestors to finally be physically sculpted in precious metals. According to our myths, the light embodied in these descendants returns to the center of the world through what we call reincarnation.


Thus, the descendants of ancient kings are still today the receptacles of the light of life, of those who fought in the past against the darkness of tyrants. Defending sacred freedom and the power of that which on all occasions reveals itself to the physical world.


All civilizations were founded by extraordinary beings, people who took back in their hands the sword of the destiny of our peoples. Conquerors and true kings.


They were called Teutates, Artos, Marcos or Vercingertorix, the latter, having been keen to save the lives of his people instead of saving his kingdom, was betrayed by the lies that we know.


According to the Druids, all Druids, the king will return to fight against the forces of the dark when he is needed, because the light always returns. It is not an achievement against the darkness of night but a fight against the obscurantism of the mind. This is the teaching that we still give to our disciples millennia after the founding of the first stone circle.


According to our knowledge, those who served the founder are still alive, in their new bodies, it is also said that only an elected official will be able to truly awaken them and will be surrounded and pampered by these former servants, it is in no way political.

In fact this stone table was always protected by those who were later called in a reworked story: "The Knights of the Round Table", a story inherited from our Gallic equine class. The table was indeed oblond and people swore about its sacredness.

Beneath it was buried the former king and it is said that its glow sleeps, until it is reincarnated on the first day of spring, it is at this moment that we will hear the oath of the light and the old song of the resurrected riders.

According to some Druids of our time there was an underground passage under the stone.


It seems that in order to prevent the king from returning, the enemy took the table to another country.

However, as far as we know the true stone of justice, the place where in the past we swore loyalty, is still in the same place.

It seems that Acaunon still bears the name of its founder, it seems.


It is said of the myths that they carry within them, certainly, a part of revealed truth, perhaps one spring day you will have this appearing before your eyes at the bend of a stony path.

For the table of wisdom is still there, and so are the wild boars who guard it.


The reincarnation of the dragon.


At the beginning of time the dragon had been split in two. One of the warrior myths told how later adventurers sought to seize the omnipotence of the primordial beast, only the reincarnated dragon could conquer and reign over all wars. The story said that the two parts of the dragon were well hidden but that whoever could put them together would then have in their hand the sword of destiny. Then the symbol of the two beasts was engraved on both sides of the swords, joining together into a terrible and noble weapon. Its tip showed the directions to follow, its owners came from a line of warrior kings.


The stone giants.


The tremendous noise of battle was heard far away on the plains. These are the stone giants, the giants of war. To wake the gods, hundreds of warriors were fed. At each battle a large stone was erected which was remembered as the embodiment of a warrior king.



Cosiio


At the beginning of ancient times the first giant was born in the cauldron of fire, high up on the summit of the sacred mountain, in his veins flowed fire like the water of torrents, and on his earth grew a thick head of hair. The first born was named Cosiio the Strong. Then others followed and soon hundreds of giants swept across the earth. They came to war to conquer every place they could reach and destroyed a lot.

Cosiio descended to the plains and his armies lined up one day facing the goddess of waters, forests and animals, Dana. But the giants were not the strongest and the magic of this mother goddess stopped them where they stood, transforming them into stone for eternity, immobile statues resembling large rocks. Cosiio survived long enough to unite with the goddess and give birth to the race of men and then he too was transformed into a large rock, he was recognized in the country by his immense height, that of the largest of menhirs, at its summit They say there are like a crown of leaves from a hazel tree. Perhaps it was the bride and groom's tree.


Graselos.


Long ago a great battle took place between heaven and earth.wanders. Giants from the depths appeared on the plains led by a great king called Graselos. They were as tall as several men and heavy as rocks. Everywhere we saw them shouting and gathering, there were really many of them. The giants gathered during the day in front of the gate of heaven and in the evening the sky turned red.

It is reported that they are the great ancestors, incarnations of the first steps of man. They have freed themselves from the fire and darkness that reigns beneath the mountains. So they once came to earth to conquer the kingdom of heaven, but the gods of heaven were stronger and the primordial giants were transformed into immobile stone. Lugus decided and the spell was cast, from that time and every year they were to be reborn until the end of time, every year, every morning in the world, every beginning of centuries. Then at the end of each day, at the end of each year and each century, they were to die and return to their state of eternal stone. Thus we spoke of the giants petrified by the night who were to come back to life in broad daylight.



The stones of eternity.


Among us, the standing stones are the receptacles of the souls of past kings, some of them, like at Stonehenge, present faces that have not been erased. What we call menhirs today still demonstrate human statures and some present the personality of the ancient giants, of these high megalhites we knew the name of each of the ancient tribal kings because they are the ones who raised the indestructible stones in the plains of Gaul.

Each bore the name of the ancient tribal chief of the place where they were erected.

These surnames were transmitted over many millennia, we ended up calling territories like that, and then later they became the names of the Gallic tribes. Entire groups which bore the names of their respective founders.


The stone circles are therefore a representation of ancient assemblies, it is quite logical, these places built in the open to honor the light allowed the large surrounding families to gather. As for the dolmens, they would be later imitations of the tomb of the founding king. Perhaps if one swore on them to honor and attract the goodwill of the gods, the entrance located underneath led to the hidden world. .


The three circles.


In the past we dug ditches around the circles of megaliths, and in the middle most often we built three circles of rocks.

We know that these are represented cycles but not only that, the first circle embodied the earth from which our flesh emerged, at its center was thought. The second circle represented the cycles of the Moon and the human forms allowing us to be reborn, our outer body. The third convolution belonged to the sun and the world of light in which we lived. For us this represented the center of our spiritual world.



When religion was truly established on this cult of the resurrection of light, the circles of eternal stones were endowed with four directions, thus the world above merged with the terrestrial world in the minds of men. The ancient Uates knew by heart the dates corresponding to the circles, they went in fours and it was they who kept for a long time the secrets of the magic of Lugus, the secrets of eternal life and time incarnated on earth. They were called the Quariates, these people who never spoke. They counted. The place where Lugus' final resting place was once called "Lugus Clavariates", the place of luminous magic, a high place of devotion which above all indicated a direction.


The sword of light.



The sword of truth.


The Gallic sword was that of light, it was also said to be that of life. The profession of arms had become a way of life and reflection, for some a philosophy of life, the martial art of dragons had nothing to envy of the other nations of its time.

The light of life not only illuminates our world, it creates it. And as all men and women create their life path, they also build its shadows.

It was in the midst of these shadows that the sword of truth appeared one very special day.


There was someone lost in the middle of the great forest, a little man as they called it, the scion of an old lineage. He had been wandering for several days, not knowing how to find his way in such dense undergrowth. It was almost dark under the trees and no one could tell if we were in the middle of the day or at night. At this time of year thunderstorms were common, making it even more difficult to know what time it was.


However, he had asked people for directions before embarking on this path.in, but he had obviously been deceived, because he was not part of their villages. In seeking his route he had sought his destiny by chance which had not failed to present itself. And on that dark day he was completely lost.


The gods became angry because the little man was a Damos from the bear tribe who had sworn loyalty to them, a good guy, not a clever and lying dusios.

First the mad spear of Tanaris struck the tops of the great ancient trees and a loud crack was heard there.

Then the ax of Esus fell many times and high branches, around the place already attacked, fell to the ground, leaving an opening in the foliage. We could already see the sky from there and it was daytime.


The clouds left a passage for the sunlight and between two flashes of lightning, a ray of gold and silver came to rest on the ground. It made a great column shining through the warm mists that spread under the trees.

It was there before the boy that the sword of truth appeared. Compared to him it was immense, from its part immersed in humus to its hilt it measured at least twelve meters. Its double blade flowed with a soft whiteness and its edge shone with a thousand lights. Like the rays of the sun, it was planted sideways in the ground, half leaning.

The young man had before him the sacred sword that many people had told him about in his childhood. A weapon of nobility that led to peace and justice. It was the one that was also called in this warlike era: "the sword of destiny". It was a sign they said, and its magnitude was such that few people could understand what it really meant.

People told stories that the sword could only be wielded by people at its height. Apart from that, the little lonely and lost man seemed insignificant next to him.


A voice was heard behind the young man,

“Touch it,” she said evenly.

He turned around and could see an old man now standing in the shadows of the trees. In the stories he had been told, reference was made to an old magician, leader of all the druids known in Gaul, the Dinomogetimaros. Families told each other around the fire that he knew the secrets of life after death and the other world. And that he lived far from the world, in the oldest forests where no one could go.

The boy told himself that he was there the victim of allucinations caused by fatigue and lack of food.

However, he went forward and touched the light with his finger. In doing so, he cut himself and a little blood flowed onto the sacred blade. The blood immediately penetrated the metal and the huge sword transformed. The sun's ray weakened in its force, and the weapon took on human proportions.

“Now remember where you came from, Gallic bear,” said the old man again.

"In this blade flows the blood of your ancestors, and if it is given to you this day, it is because you are a descendant of the ancient dragons, only they can grasp it because it does not is not like the others. The archdruid said. Then the lights dimmed even more, the magician disappeared from among the large roots and old trunks.

“Continue to honor the gods and she will lead you” was heard in a whisper that seemed to fade away.


This is how she was remembered, the myth has it that the boy picked her up and wrapped her in a piece of skin. He retraced his steps and it seems that he founded one of the Gallic kingdoms, that of the artionis so greedy for the juniper berry, a berry with healing power. And then the sword was lost again for a time.

We also know that the magic of women alone would have the power to give it back to the one who would be worthy of it later. It is said that a fisherman king found her a little later, completely bewitched by a water nymph. A magician carrying a spear with two silver sides, that of women.

The name of the Gaul sword was known by its titles, Galdio-maros which was written "Claudiomarus", or "Xigaliburos" from the Gaul boar, Excalibur. It was a male symbol which was written in the masculine form, that of Teutates.



The crown of the gods.


It was in the middle of the old cromlechs that the magicians of that time resided, they embodied the all-powerful spirituality known everywhere in our ancient territories. The conquerors had the boar's sword and were given a helmet. They were of divine blood, they had to wear the crown of stars, the incarnation of the power of the knowing. So a brass and bronze smith melted the metal to give life to what existed up there. This helmet was decorated with the three circles of the world, it had the motifs of the great forest of eternity, cloudy windings surrounding the great stars of the sky, as well as someanimal motifs which served as references

animal motifs which served as references to conquering royalty, the bee blended in with the lily flowers. It was covered with gold leaf and its tip indicated the star present in the center of the Gallic night sky. It is said that the gods severely punished all those who dared to take it and who were not worthy of it. This helmet, so special because it was deified, served as a model for the crowns of later kings and also for headdresses used by celebrants of European religions. And then there was the story of the shield of Lugus, again only the Gallic kings adorned themselves with it and it is true that it was on this shield that they were carried victorious.

The worship of waters.


The gods and goddesses of the waters.


The lords of the sky shared time and brought the waters of life to the earth, sometimes they melted them into a deadly aridity.

The waters represented life especially the history of the world.

We also had deities of drought and aridity, but these rather defined the loss of vital flows and the accession to the door and the temple of the dead.


Eriu


Among them was Ériu, young god of beneficial rains,

Also known as "wind of rain" was a god of watering that could be invoked. He was a peasant deity affiliated with mass work. Its rapid action on the shoots was seen with the lengthening of the stems. It was a sign from Teutates who provided for the descendants. Linked to harvests and reserves, Eriu was a sky divinity who also provided offerings and gifts. A very verbose god welcome everywhere.

And after the rain the gods of the springs returned.


Boruo

Borvos.


The ancient priests possessing the customs of water and dragon magic preserved the knowledge for millennia and themselves transmitted these secrets to their descendants. Boruos originated from hot, volcanic waters emerging on the surface in some places. He was a young god with the slender forms of childhood. And he represented for our people the birth of life coming from the world below, from the Anderos.

It was in the hot and moving mud that his face appeared with the bubbles and rising water. There on the surface of the hot mud the spirits from below formed beautiful designs which served as models for the Gallic arts of metallurgy. Boruos was a god of the arts and transmitted his messages and creations from the center of the earth. Later he became the little god of pottery. These famous drawings considered sacred took the aquatic and rounded shapes of water mixed with earth, they were the child of the creative earth. The gaseous bubbles bursting through the surface formed like eyes, the surrounding swirls gave it plant-shaped wings.

Imaginative people practiced her worship by reproducing the designs of mother earth in fine, shifting sand using their fingers.




BOLVINUS


God of springs, of the earth and of marriages, he is the source that waters the family garden.

Weddings had existed for a long time, they were moments of ceremonies and exchanges. We know that all major decisions in life were subject to approval by the Druids, and it seems that marriages also required their assent. Bolvinus was the beneficent god of marriageable men. It was he who was invoked in certain tribes to find a "shoe that fit" or to be more precise: to bring forth the drinking spring which would water the family's nourishing land. The future groom was visiting the place where he was to reside, near a watering hole. Then he presented his grievances to her, all this was a family affair, friendly but there were from time to time gifts to be provided to prevent the needs of the future family. According to folklore, it seems that the groom took with him a leather bag full of roots, which is why he was nicknamed "the root planter", the digger was at that time a fundraiser and Bolvinus helped him find what he was looking for: the water necessary for the establishment of the family, to grow his vegetables.


Experiences


One of the gods of the old world.

Expercennios was a divinity of thermal waters, those of Luchon. An old custom asks to go and purify oneself in these warm and pure waters of the mountain. It was a distant cauldron affiliated with a very old goddess from the interior of the mountain: "Cennia" also called "Canouna", the very ancient one who had been nicknamed the blind one. Expercennios was the tutelary god of the place where men lived. Its name meant: "the unique cauldron of Cennia" but the place could be called "the temple of the waters of belief".


In the legend, a great river coming down from the sky began to grow on the earth, carrying with it the history of men. This gigantic river was that of Gallic memory and one day the waters dried up. He was nicknamed Eridan and his goddess was Erda, goddess of memory and past history.


Erda.


The sun became king of the heavens and he was worshiped above men, at the top of the menhirs, he was the heart of the universe and he was later represented in the form of a five-branched sea urchin, He represented in the middle of the year the king knows his power.

But an eagle flew over the earth to capture half of it during an eclipse.

The warrior goddess of life and death raised her shield in the shape of the ascending moon and she threatened the sun-heart with a large leafy spear in her hand. Erda was rightof the god ruling the day and half of the earth was given to him. In its part, reflecting the light of the star on its territorial shield, the great red eagle landed on the planet and simultaneously three human kings of the past, present and future, who were to represent the sun during its absence in the sky. Erda, the female eagle, had obscured for a moment the light of the invincible star during an eclipse, sent the solar personality back to earth with her shield and from there began the time of Gallic truth, that of our warrior nobility. The famous sun well known at the time had another image in people's minds, it was called: the heart of the dragon.

Erda constantly warned with her shrill cries: “Be careful, inhabitants of the earth, be careful, do not be arrogant or careless, for death and misfortunes may fall on you at any time!”

Kings if they get drunk will die with me, for I am the woman dressed in purple and scarlet, I am the red eagle who will swoop down on you! Thus says the goddess of Eridanus, of the spirits of Dana.



ARNEMETIA.


Arnemetia, nymph of the primary sources, was the high priestess of the nemetons dedicated to the long fighting odes. These extremely long texts described in role songs the adventures of the heroes of yesteryear like a very long river. These nemetons of the ash trees came from a very old tradition, the bards took up the verses to go and make them heard by the population in the village squares. Sacred glades were places where the sky and souls were glorified. Arnemetia was also in present-day South Wales. It was a factory of desire where the arts were used to praise a warrior or an army of men or gods. These extremely long odes were intended to be complete, that is to say all the deeds and gestures of the most famous heroes. We have kept some of them in memory with the mabinogions and the stories of divine battles among the Welsh, in France too, this know-how has reached us with the story of the life of Arthur the lion. The odes of arnemetia were rivers that carried great humors with them. An entertainment but also a mythical story concerning a personality who really existed. And in truth this great goddess was also the one who presided over the birth of heroes, gods and kings. She was therefore a benefactor magician working in the nemetons.




Nantosuelta.



We could call it “the will of the soil” because its roots are planted there. Nantosuelta is a deity from below, she is present in the primordial clearing. She is a nymph of matrix water, the water present in the soil and which allows plants to live but much more because she is a divinity of the marriage of those called "the sacred vase". From the world of passion, Nantosuelta represents love in the couple and among the Gauls she is the feminine deity of marriages. An epitaph from ancient times says "hold the sacred vessel" because it is the woman who is made sacred in marriage. We find her represented with a pitcher-vase alongside her companion with the hammer, the big heart of the groom who beats for his bride. Coming from the cult of matrix waters, it is the magic of the woman which nourishes, which waters creation, which provokes it, the sacred vase is then procreation and in this vase are the roots of the ancestors.

We have known her at various times, various representations exist, always she is a water carrier and always she is sculpted with her companion... she is the goddess of marriages, the underground river of the river-sap and Nantosuelta is the future mother sometimes represented in the form of a Grail and other times in the form of the original tree.






The triscele.


The three waves.

By displaying the battle tricalate, what we call triscele today, the gods of the celestial oceans accompanied the three waves of battle. Because it took three to be sure of victory.

Later these powerful divine waves took the name of the three gods of battle, Teutates, Esus and Taranis. The sea skies swirled around the Gallic world, the waves rose one after the other and struck the enemy defenses like a hammer, and we heard like the sound of pebbles clashing with each rise of the battle. These three waves, the three lines of fighters followed one another relentlessly until the gods decided on victory. It was the symbol of the Unconquered and Eternal Triscele.



Petuala.


This rotating cross called the four waves had many names, Petucala the four Gauls, petucanto the four songs, petuebann the four kindnesses, and many others such as the four petuequite horsemen or the four seahorses. From the four directions of the world rotating the stars, four songs of prayer had been drawn. This rotating cross was that of religionieux and not that of war. In the eternal oceans of the galaxy to which the Gauls gave their name, the pole of wood or stone with four sides was erected, it is in these places that the first priors of the cross came to honor the gods and ask them for their help so that life is radiant. Among the horsemen we worked on odes in four prayers, the four parts of the life of the deceased heroes to always remember them. This cross of the four waves of peace and goodness of the priors was most often called Petucala but we can remember it in the form Petuala honoring the four parts of the red flower of the blood of Lugus and those who were resurrected.









The Shield of Light


Lugus was already a very ancient god, it had been myriads of centuries and millennia that the solar throne had roamed the sky. And the moon was playing hide and seek with this one.

The light descended to the ground to find its other half, but as it descended Lugus demonstrated all the powers of his passions, and with the light came heat. In places, the passions of the divine burned the earth and cooked the stones because they were so concentrated.

This heat, when it was gentle, was called Belenus, and it was this that awakened the ancient serpent. Life awoke on the planetary surface, and the ancient serpent began to rise from the bowels of the earth.

On the women's side, the soft lunar glow reached the garden of protected nights, and it was Bellisama who appeared on the central earth.


Bélénos and Bellisama were brother and sister, he possessed the strength of sunny days and from her came the sweetness of summer nights.


The serpent came from the Andernads, upon returning to earth it had lost its mortuary force and its name at that time was Natrikos. He was no longer the sacred dragon, nor the master of the uncontrollable passions of the world below.

Belenos grabbed a stick so that he could rise up and surround himself around it. It was the symbol of healing through the warmth of embodied life.


And as the light had descended on the earth many tried to look at the face of the god.

The heat could cook the stones in places and the light could boil the souls. This is why no one could look at Lugus in the face without going crazy, he was too big and too brilliant for simple human minds.

And in the same way, no one would have known how to look directly at the sun without burning their eyes.


In the sky of the divinities, Lugus traveled the blue space perched on his chariot, the wheel of this chariot turned throughout the year.

The rays had been given to the chariot to count time, and the moon had used them to build a shield.

Then the light was diverted towards the earth and the tree grew at night, that's when it unfurled its leaves.

They were other protections, hundreds of other uimbori.

Gallic shields grew in the night.

Their shape was that of leaves, they were constructed in two parts like them, they represented the two faces of man, the rays of the sun and those of the moon, its colors imitated the four seasons.

And the uimbori was so light that even ants could carry it.

In its center was like a hub and it could be turned on itself.

In addition, it had a resistance like that of dragon scales.

It was the shield of light and humans could protect themselves against the passions of the gods. This way they were no longer blinded by divine power.

We know that when the tribes prepared for battle, the warriors positioned themselves in close ranks, and in these pitched battles, they always kept the sunlight behind them, in their camp.

The drungeos never retreated, because light never retreats.

When asked what they were afraid of, they responded with laughing bravado that they were only afraid of one thing, that the sky would fall on their heads.

The drungeos laughed at death and were not afraid of anything, this is the meaning of the Halloween party where many jokes were told.


3rd part


Deugdonoi.


Our ancestors the gods.


During the days we saw the great hammer of the god Sucellus cross the sky counting half a day each time it took off and another time when crashing on the horizon, thousands of sparks rose from the abyss from the back of the World.

His companion Nantosuelta possessed the secrets of eternal night and the benevolence which praised marriages in Gaul.

It crossed its part of the night sky, swarming behind it the thousands of luminous seeds in a trail known today as the Milky Way. It was the dress of the goddess called the hidden river. Because it belonged to the great celestial oceans. Men and womenmarried under the auspices of the gods of love, and the man often held the strong mace while the woman carried with her the secret of the creative waters of life symbolized by a closed pot.

It was during the summer that the unions were celebrated because it is at this time of the year that the trail of the sun punctuates the days and that we can see the marvelous outline of the river illuminated during the nights.

The men shone during the day while the women had their territory at night.

Those who were dark and those who were bright were linked forever.


The celestial currents moving in divine direction, these formidable forces which gave meaning to the middle world belonged to a very particular divinity.

In the skies the scales of hidden fish reflected the light in small nocturnal bursts.

At the beginning of time, in the tree of the great bull, a figure had used all his strength to advance the light.

It was about Esus, master of cosmic and terrestrial wills.

A god who knew the secrets of the great ship that takes us all because he had built it skillfully, had selected each member and sculpted its shapes with his axe.

The rollers of the wood displayed their green foam around the bow which cut through the marine nights,

And no one in heaven could have stopped the ax of Esus.

So he carved a total of twelve ribs on each side for the ship, which made twenty-four ribs.

Six of these sculptures held the boat firmly, a seventh made the link. Three others were linked in sacred sign. Then two others went up separately and they were called the two brothers and the two sisters.

The nave was the link between the two worlds,

She took the dead there,

And brought back the living to us,

She had a human side to her bow,

And a divine side to its stern,

In its middle the canton was raised,

And it was a place of songs,

The naval forms were copied from those of a sacred animal,

A dragon child from the ocean washed up on the beach,

The ax that floated in the air ahead restored his will,

Her sails were made like the wings of a seahorse,

And its pilots were chosen from among humans because they had known the seahorse,

They were called: “the Gallic Nautes”.

Esus is said to have been one of the kings born of the old water civilization.


And on earth the spirit grew like the stars in their greenish fields,

The second part of the year belonged to spiritual practices,

Many festivals punctuated the months of the dark periods,

Of which the first said of Samonios,

A moment when life and death intertwined,

Where the living laughed with their ancestors of the past,

This door was guarded by the red dragon,

No one could have passed without his consent,

No one would have known how to come back without that of their divine half, Lugus,

This dragon was called Taranis,

god of horsemen and drungeo warriors,

Dark character and cold blood,

No one would have dared to challenge the dragon,

, he only obeyed the woman.

The dragon's cloak was a dark red and he guarded the gate of the tramont,

The goddess of death and death was named Donn, who we also know as Daouina, or Dana, Stepmother of the men of the western tribes.

The sorceress possessed the beast because she had defeated it with the woman's seven charms. Despite her mortal tastes, she retained within herself the power of life.

In the gardens of the earth, a red-cloaked horseman sacrificed animal bodies to release their divine spirits. Taranis brought souls into a world of peace after this final ordeal. In the gardens of the mind no one feared anything anymore.


Daouina had a total of eight faces,

Three of them were secret,

Six others were known,

She knew the fiery worlds,

The part of the earth where everything returned,

As well as his part of heaven and the name of a sacred virgin,

In her right hand she held high a torch,

It was his share of light,

And on his left the mists rolled up to protect a sacred thing,

And the clouds helped him,

It was his dark side,

She knew omens and predicted the future,

On earth she gave birth to destinies,

The sky was split in two,

As if she had two eagle's wings,

Which was also later represented in the form of a two-headed eagle, there were in fact two immense birds of prey which exercised implacable justice on the living.

The goddess wore scarlet red hair,

On its flag we could see two red eagles,

In broad daylight the first announced the death of bestial madness,

The second laughed in the sky of delivered souls,

He was the one who incenseed the night.


In those distant times we already knew about the tree of life.

It was said that in the sky was the kingdom of the dead,

And that life came from the earth and from beneath the world,From the world of eternal and living, uncontrollable passions,

It lay beneath the surface of the Gallic country,

Then between the abyss of birth and the sky of the dead,

There was a place where we had the right to live in freedom,

It was on earth,

At the center of it all there had been a source of youth.

In the great forest of Abnonae,

in the middle of the new born Damos.

On earth men and women honored the goddess and her two faces,

They said they were his two daughters,

Maybe even his two sisters,

In the divine sky, everyone recognized them under the name of the three masters.

But on earth, each group, each tribe, each professional corporation had given them a name which allowed them to be differentiated,

The riders called the horse goddess Epona,

In the Dunons they called her Dana,

According to custom, they were given a different pseudonym,

Because the two sisters were honored too,

Yet each time it was the same great deity,

Our mother the moon,

The great mother goddess and her two faces.

It was also called Mori, where Morgana,

the young mother of the Atlantic coasts,

The divinity, the gods among the Gauls could not bear their divine name on earth,

So we gave them hundreds of them,

With each new landscape there was the new goddess,

The one who bears the thousand names of femininity,

The cat with the silver claws that she wore like jewelry.




The god of light who ruled the visible world looked at the goddess of the nocturnal moon who ruled the invisible world,

Without the sun having ever physically touched her, the sacred virgin named young Mori became pregnant,

The light made her belly grow night and day,

Because the sunlight caught up with her a little more each day.

A child from the two stars would be born,

the dragon wanted to keep him with him in the spiritual world,

The god of light who was the child's true father,

ensured that the baby was born in broad daylight.

He was to become the one who would lead the Gallic nations,

In the physical and luminous world.

He was a Gaul and they named him Deugdonïo,

For he was man and god,

Animal and divine.

These new men and women,

Born of the goddess of night and light,

Founded the Gallic civilization which spread everywhere around the Mediterranean,

It was 3000 years ago.

They advanced far to the north of Europe,

Immigrated and built other countries,

Far to the east,

Gallic tribes also invaded northern Africa where they left their traces.

Among the heroes born of light,

They all carried the blood of the dragon within them,

One of these was called Canauos.



The young war dog.


Canauos and the myth of death.

We still know him under the name of Cuchulain where Conan,

He was the son of a goddess,

Born on earth he had received his share of animality,

In this case he was nicknamed "the mad dog",

And he became a very famous warrior,

Invincible thanks to its divine part,

He participated in the battle between the underworld and that of Albios,

He had the fault of not knowing how to stop,

For he had no master above him on earth,

If the old had learned to fear death by loving life,

The young warrior did not fear this one,

So he embarked on a mad quest,

That of chasing mortal madness from the lands of his ancestors.

For fifteen years he pursued the beast.

He wore the Maniacis around his neck,

A double-headed necklace left to him by his ancestors,

For he carried the sacred blood of the ancients born of the same earth,

and the renewal of divine spirits,

Born from reincarnation, he had to face his new time, and he hunted down the beast.

Such was the destiny of the warriors of our tribes.

He knew neither lies nor fear.

We heard of a young man who chased the beast throughout our kingdoms,

Throughout the period of the great bull,

For 2500 years.

His hunting dog instinct followed the monster's trail to the other world,

And the dog soldier measured himself against the great bull which hid the foul beast,

And the young man measured himself against the great Bull who prevented him from pursuing her,

And the demigod measured himself against the great bull in the other world,

That's where the dog disappeared,

And that Canauos died because in that world the guardians of destiny brought the bodies back to the same place,

The troops praised him even though he no longer had his invincible body.

So the goddess raised her right arm holding the torch,

She took him in her arms,

The war dog was dead.

His animal part was installed in the first sky, that of the animals where the birds whistled enchanting tunes.

His human part remained in his mother's heart,

And time passed around a story that remained for a long time in the memory of men and gods.

A myth where we toldthe exploits of a young warrior when he became a demigod by pursuing a terrible beast from the other world in the eternal gardens.

Since then, the warrior has been remembered thanks to a drawing of a dog inscribed in the stars.

Of the young man we remember that he also carried the sword of destiny,

And its three sacred animals,

he was first a tenacious wolf,

The killer eagle was his second part,

The wild boar had given him the unstoppable strength of decision,

He was only human in the last place,

He was a demigod and he had to reincarnate again.

Because if we die it is because we are obliged to be reborn,

So that our time continues to advance,

So that it is never frozen.

The young dog had to come back.

This is how our warriors lived and died.



The tarrasque.


There was talk of an immense beast roaming the countryside on the edge of the known world.

She carried a thousand scales on her back, these scales were diamond-shaped and articulated perfectly. On her back and around her had grown iron thorns and sharp edges. It had six legs and smoke was coming from its head.

It was the one called the tarrasque, the beast of Taranis. She had inspired fear in all men and women because she always appeared once in their lives.

The dragon came to take the mortal bodies and bring them back before the goddess weighing the souls. And no one could escape it. Its tail whipped the air inflicting deep wounds on its prisoners.

The beast was as big as an entire village, the noise of iron, the horrible screams surrounded its arrival somewhere.


The dragon was alive in the world of physical passions but then his double appeared in the spiritual world, he was named Tarasque. Its mouth was that of an enraged lion and its skin covered with scales like shields and thorns like so many spears.

The two dark and opposite poles of attraction and passion, of the physical connection and the spiritual cord grew up like two twins and then differentiated, leading to rejection. The first became lighter and existed vividly while the other became darker and old age took its place.

The balance of the world stood in the middle of the llamos, the two twin brothers who make up the two human parts, but the beast that inhabited them went crazy.

And the balance was broken, the Tarasque began to devour men's own bodies, because men, llamos, were all the sons of the dragon. Since that time the beast has devoured the bodies and minds of people, leading to their death, through violence or old age.

Thus people also sometimes spoke of the noble dragon of his troops when they turned against his people. The father of all lords was then transformed into a bloodthirsty beast eating his own flesh. This spirit animal could not be killed, and its madness could not be stopped. It was the Tarasque feared everywhere in the Gallic territories, the destructive beast was the heir of the ancient anger of kernunos, the Taranucus.

There were then priests who had gone mad, and to bring peace, to avoid the anger of the foul beast, they sacrificed humans to it. Often they were chosen in the prime of life, noble, because the dragon become spirit wanted more than anything to devour the physical world and destroy it. Only the sacrifice of a noble could calm him for a time...


The Gallic horse.


From what we know, a giant roamed the plains and mountains of the Gallic countries. This one was so immense that we lost its image in the night caused by its shadow. He was a great rider perched on a horse without difficulty, the latter never stopping its course. Each time one of its hooves touched the sky above men it left a moon-shaped imprint. According to the village elders, he was so tall that a single step marked an entire season. And according to the baans, the four tracks left during the year formed a sort of circle because the giant galloped around the earth, a circle of four hoof prints, like a four-leaf clover, like the temple of the four moons.

There is a legend that has come down to us remembering the famous horse crossing time and the very great warrior who led him to visit his lands. Just last year he was nicknamed in Brittany and elsewhere...the Morvan, but that is a more modern name because this famous giant and his steed are as old as the sun on which Lugus sits.


The four kings.


The years passed and kings followed one another in the squares,

But sometimes those who acceded to thrones stole it from others,

Normally all those with divine rights could claim the crown of heaven,

This caused a lot of problems for inheritances.

Long before the Druids, the Uatis existed,

Kinds of characters invested with divine right,

With magical powers too, they were the first devout kings, the Quariates.

For those who become regents and kings,

It was not easy to be accepted by all the members of the tribe.

It was decided after a disastrous mishap,

That the divine leader had to be chosen by four Uatis,

And each of these shamans presided over their own tribe.

The famous king must have been that of the four Uatis, and the four tribes that formed his people.

They all came from the magic of Lugus and his cult,

For this they were called devout kings and the one who was to sit on the throne, the future king, was invested with the powers of the light of the four.

With four magician kings we only made one, and this one was the first of the four Uatis.

It was these priest-kings who later became the Druids.

And the same sacred organization was kept for a long time for all the Gallic kingdoms.

There were four tribes in all,

Each was led by a Uatis,

And among these four Uatis (Caruatis), we chose the one who would reign over the four tribes. It was a long time ago, the four parts of the people somehow elected their supreme leader.

Each of these priest kings wore a helmet topped with a representative animal during the election because man is a religious animal.

The ceremony was grandiose and people came to see it from four directions to gather around the circle of old sacred stones.



The heads of the five kings.


And the great history of the past was passed down from family to family, from bard to bard, the druids kept the heads of ancient kings to preserve their memory.

It is said that five kings lived before the one who awaited his next reign appeared.

There was a shaved head, one almost hairy, fine hair, a fourth wore a hairstyle and the 5th wore the crown.

Of these five monarchs all were keen on history, the first was naive, the second was curious, the third was enterprising, the fourth was recognized and the fifth was crowned.

Since the noble fast those who succeeded him founded a blood dynasty. It is said that when the dragon city is refounded, they will always be remembered and their skulls were long preserved or sculpted as souvenirs.




The sixth king.


There is no king without a queen, the sixth king was that of loyalty.

The Gallic kings did not marry the woman to become king, they married her city, its history, and belonged to it. Because yes the royal cities were considered as jewels that were not shared, and the queen heir to these lands also served as the mother of its great history, the one who sat on the throne therefore had no other choice but protect it and prevent any possibility of sharing. Because we do not share the wife, nor the mother, nor the city and its riches when we are king, and especially not its thousand-year-old history. These queens had the reputation of goddesses because they were total masters of their lands and their kings. So it was, and if one of these cities were to sell itself to other dogmas or cultures, the woman could be repudiated and from goddess to whore, it was a true religion. This sixth king belonged body and soul to his queen who gave him his luxuries and his fortune, it was that of obligatory, religious fidelity, that of unconditional love too, by marrying for life to his queen, one married the great history of its territories. Her life now belonging to her, the war could not be lost as long as there remained a breath of life to the one who had to defend her more than any other goddess.



The seventh king.

The Seventh King is the new Dragon King, the one of mastery and truth, the blood descendant of the ancient lineage.
He is the one who decides and makes war on other nations or other religions. He is the physical king, the military king. He was educated to reign and fight on the land of men, he is an unforgettable conqueror and this is his misfortune because the rest of the soul is forbidden to him. He is the one who was a naive lamb, a child at heart, and little by little became a mature and determined leader.
He is also the one who must generate offspring and decide whether the child should become a warrior or a druid.
He has 10 authorities over the day because he has the possibility of deciding on justice, on the acts of the state, on the future of his country. He has total control of the history of his city and its people.
The dragon fights not to destroy others among the Gauls, he fights to preserve his civilization above all. He therefore embodies the great mythical warrior, the dragon of the dark and light year until the end of his life.



The last three kings.


The eighth is that of religion and the justice of heaven, it possesses the magic of the priests and interferes with the gods, it ist the eighth hour for prayer.

The ninth is that of the end of life, old age, accident, combat or illness, it is the evening of life but we still pay him deference, he still has authority.

The tenth king is also that of the last hour, he is the one who enters history, into the great river carrying tales, myths and legends of the past. It is his story that families will tell each other during vigils to maintain the memory and his authority, it is the tenth hour, before going to bed.




The temple of the four suns and the four moons.


At the center of the universe burned the first fire, it is from this fire that all things were born. The stones remembered in the mountains, they were the most durable thing on earth. They embodied time and eternity, that is why they were raised to make sacred things, also why they were engraved with equally divine motifs, those which represented the invisible world, timeless magic and the most powerful spirits.


Four directions emerged over the year and according to known magnetic flows. With the circles we calculated the position of four moons and four suns.

The four moons belonged to the night, one of them was married to the first sun. The masculine star was also divided into four parts of the day, four suns and one of them remained married to the first moon.

This is how the temple of the four suns was born next to the temple of the four moons.

It is said that together they had three girls and three boys.



The chain of clouds.



The clouds and nuvoles were caught in the light of creation, over time things came together, one cloud replaced another in perfect measure. And of course the days and nights passed, the light reflected in the purity of the waters of the sky was not always the same. A red moment of the morning, the dark blues of autumn arrived and then after this disguise came another lighter one. So on the cycles of days and lights of the sky followed one another always pure and untouchable, except for those who went to meet them on the heights. This was the key, the tangible link in the divine chain, the only link that could belong to men.



Ogmios the old lion.


We had always known Ogmios with long teeth,

The master of symbols,

He held his speeches that the gods listened to,

And the men followed him,

Ogmios was an old warrior,

He wore a lion's skin on him,

The myth tells how He killed him with his bare hands,

Ogmios was a demigod present on earth,

And his words were like blows from a club,

His words were like the arrows of skilled archers,

The Uimbori protected his spirit,

His tongue linked words and orders,

He had taught Uerkalai to warriors,

Gallic martial art,

Taught them the secrets of the Lugus flower:


Every morning of life the sacred blood is reborn,

Like a sun glowing in its graces,

He emerges from the land of the dragon and ascends into the sky of the gods.


Ogmios was the master of eloquence,

He had given men and women symbols carved with his claws in stone and wood,

Some looked like leaves,

others looked like branches,

And the red flower of Lugus had inspired the dress encompassing the sun wheel.


Uerkalai


The spirit of warriors.


"Life is a fight,

Respect your enemy,

Look him in the face,

Forgive only once even to your friends,

Hold your position firmly,

Never back down,

Give him the fear and keep the courage for yourself,

Use his violence to make him fall,

Never let anger advise you,

Stand up straight and impose your law on him,

You will be his master when you honor him,

Never give him a break,

He who holds his gun never goes back on his word.”


Every year after the harvest, the young people, those who carried within them the boiling blood of the dragon, left the city to go and train together in the same place.










Brigania.


From the beginning of world history, emerald had seen the birth of Abnobae gods and goddesses. They were at the beginning of life on earth, many of them hid from the sight of humans. The wolf kept love in her eyes for her cubs and from time to time she left to conquer other territories.

The Gallic tribes were gradually leaving their ancestral lands, the dangers were numerous.

But with them one of the first born of the forest of the gods jealously watched the territories and the young children. The wolf had transformed into a fierce guard dog, she guarded the sacred fire. This half-woman and half-wolf goddess was Brigania. A fairy from the confines of creation. She guarded the borders and participated in each Gallic conquest, weknew that it kept civilization. It is also said further north that she was the twin sister of Lugus the benefactor. This luminous Brigania was invoked against any evil, illness, against the dangers awaiting young children, she also preserved fortune and intelligence. Forts were set up at the top of the hills to honor him in the fires of the night. Because according to what is said, she was also a sacred virgin and the inhabitant of the maternal heavens. From there came her reputation as a nymph because the abnoba knew the celestial seas of Mori. People said about her that she could appear at any time if she was invoked because she was present in every house.



Grannos.

God of multitudes.


The cranes laid an egg on the ground, it was the first seed. The seed germinated in the early night under the protection of Dana's boar. When it hatches a child with chubby cheeks comes out. And he began to play and sing. It was Grannos, god of many bloodlines and all abundance, the god of life who made plants grow. On his head plants grew in all directions, and among them three sylvan heads. One was lying like a plant from the past, the second was looking straight at what was happening around her, the third was not yet up and was looking at the ground. This child was not common, he sang all summer in the glory of life. He was often invoked because Grannos was benevolent to the fields, to war and to merchants.

He was the beauty and good humor that accompanied the people, the smile of the peasants seeing their harvests double.

It was exuberance itself and he often accompanied Bélénos because his good humor was contagious, the sick healed more quickly thanks to him. He would have been alongside the equites and valiantly wore his helmet.

In the markets we also adored the playful young man, he was then called Grannos magounos, the crowds and the piling up of good grain. Moreover, he gave his name to all the seeds on the earth and also to the small, soft gravel that comes down from the mountains because it contained gold. The god of many visions was very appreciated.



The interground.


The Cradle of the Dragon.


the earth forbidden to men was a world where the key to the universe was hidden from the eyes of men and from the light of the sun.

Many of the dead ended up buried carefully because of a persistent belief. It has been thought since the dawn of time that if life was born from mother earth then beneath this divine soil must be the door to life, the cradle of the dragon. And they built mounds, dolmens, mountains. The Dunons, sacred hills, approached the astral heavens but inside them was the door leading to the great secret of the Druids. In places, priests in trance were buried in a seated position, that of the osmosis of prayer, thought and sharing with the universe. Because inside the world there was something else, a nebulous cosmos where thought and vital energy merged, it was the belly of the world, the earth goddess. There was the cradle of the dragon father of all living beings. It was the interior of the mountain, the place where water and fire made the clouds rise into the sky, there where the secret of the universe was hidden from profane eyes so as not to be soiled. . In certain sites the druids dug the ground and tunnels led to the sacred door. Before accessing the other world one had to die but not for the initiated. “We had to fight the dragon!” they said among the soldiers.

But the Druids taught other ways, they had to know plants and prayer well before seeing what the other side of the world looked like. Among others it was said that the door opened only every thousand years and then the old king appeared again, the deer god, a magician or even the son of the dragon....these are old stories but It appears to be Kernunos himself, the greatest god of Gaul.






The Dragon King and the Holy Fire.



There was once a real dragon, he stood in the center of the earth. Then he fell in love with the woman, she took the fire of his passions from him and the beast dozed off.

Evening fell and the fire was gradually extinguished, the large blaze was nothing more than ashes with a few embers. At the same time the men felt death approaching within them. The cold invades hearts and the weakness of their actions hastened their civilization towards its end. It was at this moment that the most absolute horror was decided because from there we knew that life would be reborn.

It was decided to send four horsemen to the center of the sacred world, and they received the mission of maintaining the burning fire of the devouring passions of the fire. They should awaken the dragon and keep it awake for centuries and millennia to come.

Thus was done andfour immortals, those called guardians, chained the incomprehensible fire. Each of them was given a waking time, that of the four seasons of life. The dragon was tied with four chains in the middle of the earth. And every quarter its guardian pulled on the link to awaken dragons and make fire burst forth.

Thus life on earth woke up from a long winter where almost everything was dead. The survivors of the cold were filled with a new power that they had never known in living memory, the plants and animals awakened instinctively, the energy of the fire filled them, the trees bloomed again and new births took place. place in all the tribes of the world.

There was an old story that was told in all families much later after the dragon was chained, it was said that one day the beast would reappear, going wild, and that it would come to seek the fruit of its love with the goddess waters, life and death. Beware of those alive who have angered him, because with one look, they would burn for eternity.

Because of this, Lugus gave the world a stone that could stop the monster. She could stop him... but not kill him.

Nobody knows where the place is anymore, almost nobody. A wise old man once told me how you could recognize the place, a big mountain, with a huge hole, high up in the center. This is where the dragon king was tied up. There would be a lake now, but every now and then the earth shakes and you can see the smoke from the smoldering fire coming out of the earth.




Eridanus


On the mountain of the beginning of time, where the dragon was born, the ancient circle was destroyed and its location and the source of the river of history were forgotten.

According to the prophecy another circle should have been rebuilt on the mountain and the source of the great river of the new sacred history, kept forever as the place where the beauties of the history of the Gallic nations were kept. For this place was the center of our millennial memory, where the holy history of the descendants of the dragon was memorized, in the light of the thought of Lugus, with his light bearer who lived there.

The great river Eridan was erased from ancient history but people remained to perpetuate its myth.

So at its source there are undoubtedly still the remains of an old cromlech, up there on Eagle Mountain where the sacred spring and its noble beauties emerge.

In the Pyrenean mountains we remember this myth, and the dragon roaring storms and volcanoes was thus named Aereda in these places, the same one who made the waters of the Eridanos river appear, in a region that we still call today Ardèche...



The river saps.


The little lives flowed like little streams, the great history of peoples and nations then fed the great river of time running and swirling to the great ocean of the west where the abyss of the sky is located.

The great historical river, the Eridanos, was born from the first pure source, then other branches grew on their sides and then also came to mingle in the great history of the Gauls. There were many nations, tribes and peoples whose historical course later joined Eridanos. And the great and broad river, like an enormous trunk, supported all the branches of the tree of life, the one whose sap rose and fell in its branches during the seasons. The one whose shapes were shimmered by the stars and the moon in sparkles of gold, silver and amber. For Eridanos with all its tributaries had taken the form in the minds of a tree of history and the passing of time, the tree of the stars of the year.

The new sanctuary.





DUNYIO.


The birth of the lion's area.

When the area of the bull came to an end around -500 and reworking on the new area of the lion and Lugus, a character appeared at the entrance to the old stone circle, it was Dunyio the messenger of the new area.

And the heads of the bull which framed the entrance to the circle were exchanged for those of the lion. The new forged torques also bore their two lion heads.

The human being among the Gauls was considered as a divine part of creation, or rather as possessing a central third of the divinity of the world. They were called "gdoniis" or even "deuogdonioi", they were men and gods invested with the morning light of the solar star. Inhabitants of the great celestial river whose current can be seen in the moving stars. They considered that this land was theirs, that they had received the magistracy of it and that they were all children of the mother goddess. So at each winter solstice, in the morning, we will see the new light of the year again and for millennia. This spirituality was considered a citadel, one that guarded thought. They felt invested with a gift from the gods and ardently protected their culture, this was the Gdoniis, men invested with the gods, those who possessed the physical earth and the time of the sacred for the entire lion's area and on the river of great history, the Eridanos.






The Heavenly Horsemen.


The old religion had disappeared and the story of the dragon king from the past was cast aside. It was necessary to erase the wars and the excesses, the misfortunes of the past had to disappear in the new Gallic world. The dragon's descendants were raised in the novelty and new religion of Lugus, but they kept their roots in divine blood. So when the luminous period following the dark times of the storm established itself for a few centuries, these children formed the order of the equites who lived in the light of heaven. On their helmets, on each side, two wings appeared because mounted on their horses they embodied the highest, noblest divine forces. They had become the birds of the sky, the army of heavenly horsemen.




Centaurii.


There was the ancient religion, that of the dragon from the depths of time, the ancestor of all tribes and especially of all kings. It was the dark and strongly religious period of Taranis, god of the storm, here again this god was the wrath of the sky, the dark character of the dragon was associated with him.

And then there was the new religion which succeeded it, that of the Druids and the Bards which were transmitted as best they could through the centuries. This second cult succeeded the other as it should, it was that of the light and glory of Lugus, the renewal of a new generation and the accession of youth to the throne of heaven. It was also an opportunity to forget old traditions for a time and enter a more modern cycle. It was at this moment that the ancient dragon was incarnated in the form of a young seahorse, a symbol of youth and nobility. And from there the story was told of the conquering centaurii who galloped through the sky to conquer the world. Kings at this time were associated with centaurs because they traveled long distances, never leaving their horses, it was the order of divine equites by their origins. Thus Lugus was represented in the form of a charioteer guiding the centaur kings, sometimes they changed form but it was always him, another way of representing the dragon in its luminous form. Most often the centaur was represented galloping and surrounded by its best-known symbols including the sword of destiny showing the direction of the future, as if aiming at the conquest of the other world. The conquest of history was a sacred thing among the bards and druids, our kings had to be inscribed forever in the memory of men as much as in that of the gods with whom they were associated.



The town of Ys.


The great river Eridan had its source at the foot of the sacred dragon mountain, in the kingdom of Erda. This source was called the waters of Erda and this river today is called the Loire. All trade routes in Gaul led to a place that ancient kings had chosen as their residence in Carnutes territory.

It is said that the river of memory dried up at one point and the city of the ten dragon kings was no longer accessible to trade and commerce because its site was forgotten for the benefit of the new city. There were all the riches and fine pleasures of life and the old civilization. She was at the center of the big story before. It is said that this city was then swallowed up by new waters, a new history and that its riches were bequeathed first to the monks who themselves gave them to the newthe generation. The past was forgotten in favor of the future, the old town of Ys had disappeared but a new one had replaced it, protected by four guardians who guarded its beauties.

And I was also told this: "among the four immortals there was a woman all dressed in shadows and lights"

She called herself Mori and her mystery is one of the greatest in this world.

From the ancient religion of the eagle woman and the dragon king, we kept the best. The cult that followed was that of Lugus, today it is called the religion of the light of the Druids.

Yet the myth says that after the dark storm clouds always comes the light of summer, and then the water dragon must return and reincarnate for another dark period of several hundred years, a return to the ancient religion existing before Druidry. Because these are eternal cycles that time passes and that nothing can stop.

The crosses.


The tribes praised the four horsemen for the miracles of returning life. It was decided to divide the world into four distinct parts for each Gallic people. Which made four tribes per people.

The cross represented the moral of resurrection, in certain clans it embodied four parts of the moon. Elsewhere, four constellations were represented. One of the most beautiful crosses showed a part of the sun, a second part of the clouds of the sky serving as its clothing. A third represented the moon and her favorite star, Oxouna, and the fourth drew the three perfect stars of a recognizable constellation, it was the knot of the nocturnal and starry cape of the goddess of the moon., at the beginning of the time then.

They were the crosses of destiny, of women and men, of life continuing.

It would appear regarding these crosses that they were mounted using the four strings of the divine lyre. The one that represented four moons once drew the four tracks of a magical horse, its moon-shaped hooves beating rhythmically to the music of the gods.

There was the waxing moon and then the waning moon, the morning one and the evening one.

Thus time was divided rhythmically.

It was the drawing and its symbols.

This is how the rituals were organized, between day and night.

This particular cross looked like a clover with its whitish lunar-shaped sections, it was a symbol of life being reborn.

This plant became the emblem of abundance, with thousands of horses and their riders feeding on it. There was a king nicknamed "the centaur king", called that because he never got off his horse. The clover was his emblem, he reigned in heaven and on earth. That was before, thousands of years ago...






Esus, son of the dragon.


No wonder in fact, Esus had the reputation of being a god or at least a demi-god of the Gallic era. We also know him under the name of the former torchbearer, who passed into modern posterity under another name....Merlin.

It is said that the dragon had numerous descendants, over generations and generations, these filiations were of the noblest in Gaul. It was that of kings and great tribal chiefs.

This Esus was born a descendant of the dragon but instead of being raised among warriors, he took the path of the light of Lugus as a scout. He walked through the dark forests towards the light of the sky god during his luminous period. And so he passed through the gate of the dead to become the new bearer of light. And yes for those who still know his history among the druids, Esus was a survivor of the old era, and he too became a magician of the storm of Taranis before returning to the peaceful light. It was Esus while crossing the forest who encountered the wyvern woman later named... Viviane. Whatever the case, he was a magician capable of miracles because precisely by leaving his warrior destiny behind he became an orphan because only warriors could inherit. He had taken the unique path of the druids and the great magicians and it was he who should have been the bringer of light, the bearer of the torch, and founded the true religion more than 2300 years ago.




the ax of Esus.

Lugus was called the silver-handed god, because his light changed the colors of the clouds in the sky.
the clouds took on silvery shades and the light effects attesting to the presence of the god of light in the sky were magnificent.
In the center of the world now grew the tree of the luminous spirit, at night it was the stars which adorned the immense divine thought and during the day it was the clouds which covered it with their seasonal shades.
On earth appeared a demigod called esus, and Lugus gave him his silver hand. Esus made it into a sacred axe. That of house builders. So when Lugus sculpted the clouds of the sky, Esus the flightontaire sculpted the tree at the center of the world. And he was also nicknamed "The Hand of Lugus", the divine will, because of his ax with metallic reflections. These two were linked in the minds of men, and when Esus worked, the light of Lugus was never far away.
This silver hand remained famous in Gallic memory, to the point that it was made an important symbol. As for Esus, he and his ax remained inseparable. He had become a great builder.



the son of light Esus-Maponos was animated by an unfailing will, he was the one who was responsible for building the house of the gods on earth.

And around the tree of knowledge he drew three circles, the interior was reserved for the spirits of the gods, and a moat surrounded the building. the symbol of the abyss of death that one had to cross to visit the divine kingdom.





The Artionis.







She is remembered as Mori today but she is much older, perhaps thousands, millions of years old. Life appeared on the land of Gallia and death followed it, of these two twins Mori was the mother. It was she who presided over the destiny of men. She was undoubtedly a maritime goddess because after her name the sea was named. So it was with the guardian of the cauldron, she who decided who should enter the world of spirits. The men crossing his kingdom, Mori offered the youth of the spirit for eternity, but be careful because before that she condemned the living beings to give up their flesh. The body having been considered as the envelope of the soul, it was no less the straitjacket. On one side of the goddess she raised a luminous torch and on the other side reigned darkness protecting the secret of eternal youth; It is this second part belonging to the second twin, Morigana, Goddess of fogs, of waiting, the weaver of the spiritual world. It was associated with thick fogs because it guided souls fortunately or lost them forever. A little later men were granted the enjoyment of the luminous world while night remained for women; because it was necessary to share the world for inseparable couples. But first, this bright part belonged to the first twin, the aptly named Andartae. And Andartae united with the dragon and had a son. This first masculine and luminous hero, the son of the dragon and the great bear, was the one who grasped the sword of destiny. He was called Matos, the orphan bear, because the dragon ascended to heaven to join Andartae. Another story tells how bears seem to die in winter and be reborn in summer, so deeply asleep that death does not see them and slips over them without having a hold on their lives. Andartae, the queen of the bears, was also named Artiana, the great celestial bear, the giver of life to great and strong warriors. The little bear was named Matos before becoming Artos the adult and powerful warrior.



And he became king while founding the line of Artionis, the bear warriors. Today he is called Arthur, Arthur pendragon, the son of the dragon.

The dragon ascended to heaven for the love of the goddess of fighters remained in the stars, within the tree of eternal life. And in certain seasons it plunged then in others it resurfaced from the abyss, where the maritime world stopped at the end of the horizon, in order to rise again to the highest point in the night sky.





Ageion.







When Mori retired to the island of Senna where she was honored, a traveler named Ageion took his torch in hand while his brother Abaginus carried the light of day. This light in the night, the sacred torch, carried its sparks up to the sky while forming the stars. It was he, now guardian of the limits of the night sky, who gave fire to men so that they would no longer be lost in the darkness. He was called: the bringer or sower of light and he constantly went around the earth scattering stars in the sky. He came down from the mountain with the master's sacred torch. Further north he was called "Aenghus", here he had a reputation for provoking love and war. A bardic god if ever there was one with the power to bring people together around a festive hearth..







Every year Ageïon came down from his mountain, he lived on the steep foothills belonging to the goddess Pyrea, no one would have had the courage to go and disturb him up there when it was not the right season and strong magic prevented it. access. In doing so, he stopped in the middle of a village where everyone was waiting for the bard magician.



In the evening a large brazier was prepared and the traveling god threw a substance into the middle which caused great sparks, the smell emanating from the hearth had the reputation of healing people, transporting them into a euphoric state. It was a sticky substance taken from the Pyrean tree.







And Ageïon told the beautiful holeeg sitting around the fire a story.



A gigantic wild boar was busy ravaging the peasants' crops, taking revenge for an affront to the gods, its bristling hairs on its back promised the devastating fury of the gods to anyone who got in its way. Several men tried to stop him but the animal, driven mad with rage, killed them without firing a shot. The most famous hunters in the region and their dogs were brought in, and a big reward was promised to them. Yet none was fast enough to catch up with the angry Eburos. Then the great wrestlers challenged him, assuring him defeat in advance, nothing said could escape from their solid grip. And all were beaten, so great was the power of the boar, he broke their bones and thrashed them with fierce blows, none could escape with pride and he ridiculed them because the boar was the instrument of divine justice, he belonged to Dana.



Then a rider showed up to stop the massacre, on his proud steed he feared nothing and no one. His long spear easily marked him as a representative of the god of light. Lugus did not like the destruction of the sacred gardens of Edunia, so he sent his direct representative to the land of men. It was necessary to stop the enormous beast, spreading terror wherever it went.



The rider set out to chase, and like the light driving away the darkness, he tried to catch up with Eburos. But even he couldn't do it, or rather to say that the race between the two divinities never stopped; Since this date, we can see in the Gallic sky two constellations called the great hunter and the wild boar which precedes him, the two belligerents thus engaged in a race for eternity. At certain seasons the sacred boar returns to ravage the fertile lands and following closely behind, the rider of lugus follows him to make him leave.

Some evil tongues secretly tell of the bond uniting Dana the face of the night and Edunia the moon rider. They say about this boar that it was sent by the goddess of forests and gardens of the moon, to take back from men the lands conquered during the day aided by the light of lugus. Like a female revenge on a territory that has always belonged to her.





These two constellations are close to the center of the tree of stars, we recognize quite well the great hunter and the wild boar very close to each other and yet who will never come together except to hunt each other .












Samonos, The Sons of Light.


Men old enough to understand religious things of light born in the physical world decided to head with their torches in a row towards the aidubno. Every year a big ceremony took place when entering the dark period. Towards the end of summer the men gathered in the daylight. They lit their torches at the tramont facing the sun, then in long processions covered kilometers before arriving at the place where the fire was to be lit throughout the cold period, a sacred place among all. They had bypassed the old monolhites and were around the circle of stone, the gate to heaven. The stars formed figures and between these imaginary lines the Gallic sky told their old myths, those fantastic stories which forge nations. There the priests prayed and offerings were made to the gods of the other world. A great nocturnal celebration showed its dancing lights everywhere, it was at this time that people spoke with the deceased, crying or laughing in every role of the memories of the past and the rebirths to come.

The lyre of Ageïon.



Dana was happy to see the new deference shown to the gods thanks to Ageïon, and she decided to bring something of her magic to this demigod.

she was already a most secret goddess, so she gave a very special lyre to the artist; A lyre that no one on earth could steal, lend, give or sell. And this object could only belong to one person because it was so unique. An object from the dark world whose magic could not be seen; Thus it was done, and the lyre of the stars belonged to Ageion. Indeed, no one could see his magic but on the other hand, everyone could hear it. Thanks to her, Dana had a reputation for leading wild animals wherever she wanted, transforming their bestiality into a gentle temperament; it is often said that this lyre could open the doors to the kingdom of heaven. There was another instrument of the same type but this one belonged to Taranis and it could make men's legs run and women's hearts, it was a very special drum.

Ageïon threw a few amber grains into the fire and the stars rose in the night sky, the lyre of Dana appeared before everyone's eyes, and it remained inscribed in the tree of eternity. WhatIf it was said to be true, no one could have sold, stolen or given away the sacred lyre.



the Aghos drum.



There were many battles on the borders of the Gauls, fear, blood and sweat flowed everywhere, gullying the soil. To defend his tribes, Ageïon decided to accompany the troops in broad daylight. He then took on another appearance and his war name, Aghos the terrible walker.

Taranis had given his drum to the one who knew how to use it best. It came from a large mountainous cirque where the storms delivered their rhythms reverberating in the forges of Pyrenn. Terrifying sounds that no one would have wanted to defy, the outbursts coming from the loves of Tanaris and Pyrenn were known without concessions for anyone who disturbed them. The skin of a mountain ram was stretched over a vessel filled with the waters of the storm god. And it wasn't just any Aries. This drum was called Nerto in Gallic, this must normally mean "courage".

And it could bring together scattered troops, project enormous waves against the enemy lines, just as the instrument could freeze the hearts of enemies with fear.

Taranis made him a leader of the celestial troops and also gave him the power of hail because his repeated blows were always confused with the noise of battles; This territory was named the kingdom of Aegasis, he was the son of Taranis and Pyrenn, a giant half-human goddess whose domain extended high into the heavens. A country where nymphs laughed in spring and where tumults often followed deep silences.



Dusios.


Dusios, The bestial creatures.


We knew about magic, about beings from different worlds, and among these were terrible and incomprehensible creatures, the dusios. They were represented in various ways, especially wooden sculptures and these were the ones that adorned the corners and walls of the houses. The curious wondered who these horrible and twisted beings were, why they constantly stood in grotesque positions. The Dusios were a kind of human demons, sometimes crossed with animals, fantastic creatures whose image was supposed to frighten or disgust the passerby, so that he would not become perverted by looking too closely. Because the Dusios sometimes took possession of humans and that was a danger for everyone.

But they were not all bad and some were even elevated above the others, into the noble heavens.








Catu-Bodua







After the battles, the fields were covered with corpses, the brave people who died in battle were not yet at peace. The crow goddess came to cry over the bodies and the crows invaded the battlefields. She was a goddess of families, and she mourned the souls of those who would miss their loved ones back home. All dressed in black, the women, daughters and mothers came to shout their love to those who were to ascend to the luminous sky. We say this because thanks to their incantations, their songs and their tears, the peaceful souls left the world of the living behind them by going far from the madness of the world.







Ianuaria's flute.







Seeing this Ageion was very saddened, and he asked the goddess of beauty to do something.



Belissama was nicknamed Ianuaria, only she could take living spirits to enchanted places. Ageïon threw some amber beads into the fire and Ianuaria transformed into a majestic swan ascending into the starry sky. This swan was enormous and all the tribes could see it. He remained suspended for a whole season in this moment of grace. Bellisama then gave one of the swan's leg bones to Ageïon to make a flute. This instrument said we had the power to rejuvenate hearts and make the most saddened smile. Ianuaria knew the magic of the breath of life and the bone was transformed into a musical instrument. The god of the bards mouthed him and in the great swamp of creation, the sound flew in all directions and all the Gallic tribes could hear it. It was the triumph of kindness over the forces of evil that ageïon played out for the grieving families. Something else is said about this flute, it could also cure the sick. And we could see that the wounded healed more quickly. This is how the great swan remained inscribed in the tree of life and memory as the symbol of eternal beauty.





The seven Sulévias.



Bellisama withdrew to his island in the great celestial ocean, he had been given the name of a divine kingdom, it was the planet Ianuaris.

The seven Sulévias guided humans on the celestial routes, they each lived on one of the seven known planets of the solar system, the earth being the eighth.

In the tree of Gallic spirituality, they were the goddesses of the nest, inhabitants of the heavens, seven nymphs representingshowing the seven faces of woman.



Their names are often confused because they look alike and I myself no longer know where and which one is standing on each celestial kingdom, with all these nymphs we end up confusing them.

What we are fairly sure of (but not completely because we are never sure with women) is that their mother is Epona, the goddess of Gallic horsemen.



They were seven virgins and they blocked the entrance to the kingdom of heaven to the ancient serpent, no bestiality could penetrate the tree of the eternal spirit. These seven young women welcomed the spirit of those who had risen, these were those who bore the seven faces of man.



Ianuaria defended the planet of gentleness,



Brigania proudly guarded the planet of loyalty,



Oxouna was at the entrance to the planet of games, understanding and optimism, that of pleasures,



Argantia had apparently taken up residence on the planet of wise freedoms,



Sequana, goddess of rigor and moral strength, meted out justice,



Two other planets were those, firstly called dedication, courage and accomplishment, a red planet coveted by the warrior god Halarmados, Mori goddess of destinies, the other was called Issamos, planet of will and commitment , that of true appearances and unveiling..

Among all the Sulévias, one was special, one of these mother planets had another name, Onuava the miserable world populated only by women, almost forbidden to men except for.....a particular god.



The seven Sulévias welcomed seven young gods and thus founded the great families of the Gallic nobility. Coming from the cult of waters, seven rivers were attributed to them, as many paths leading to the sacred mountain, paths guarded by these divinities.







Atesmerios;







In the beginning, people were lost in the great forests, villages were established, fragmented, scattered everywhere, dependent on the good opportunities that nature and the landscapes offered them. The gods guarded life, the earth to welcome it, wild diversity.



When the dragon was cut in two, luminous landscapes followed the dark nights of Dana. And we still got lost in the dark forests. In the large clearing, the bull tree continued to grow; Esus then took a new title, and an extraordinary giant appeared, it was Atesmerios, the guardian of truths. The god of stability so to speak, because he resided in a place in the universe where it all began; Atesmerios was the son of Dana, and for her he sent eight of his best horsemen to survey the world of men; He asked them to found eight cities around the world which were to honor the great goddess of the night. And the eight equites set off on the roads against all obstacles, advancing in the clouds, killing the formidable monsters blocking their way. A large sign appeared in the night sky, on one of the branches of the tree of eternity now grew a ball of mistletoe, visible to the naked eye, each of its balls represented one of the eight cities built by the equites in worldwide. The myth tells about them that they were the eight pillars of the modern world, they were called “the eight truths”. It was also said that mistletoe symbolized stability and eternal life because it never withered, always remaining green even in winters. It now grew in the bull tree, this tree whose trunk supported time and the spirit of the Gauls.



On land, large peasant processions were organized, like large rivers. Atesmerios came from the earth to rise in the tree of the gods and he carried a billhook in his right hand; This billhook was used to cut the mistletoe which fell on the ground in broad daylight. The peasants collected it with devotion because it was the symbol of the unity of all the Gallic tribes. Each chief, each ruler, received a share of it as a sign of belonging to the divine kingdom. It was at this time that mistletoe became a sacred plant brought by the gods, certain things were said about it, people spoke of the powers and its beneficial magic. We were talking about peace. This star cluster is called Pleiades today, it represents the eight civilizations founded by the fair travelers at the beginning of time. It is still said that one of the cities was submerged but from time to time, it resurfaced from the sea. Atesmerios was carried to heaven above all and he is still represented as the druid capable of bringing mistletoe to earth, a peasant demigod tracing roads, one of the faces of Esus. When the horsemen died one by one, they were buried on the sites of the new cities, under mounds and enormous pyramids. The mistletoe, in addition to the symbol of unity and peace, was also considered to be thehe plant of sciences and spirituality, that of inventors and magicians. We remember the one who sent the eight horsemen serving Dana under the name Atis, short for Atesmérios. We owe him the prism of truth, the shapes of mistletoe having been given to the sacred stone of philosophers. He was a demigod, a very great druid, he remained inscribed in the stars as the one who was at the center of the known world, and he still holds a billhook in his hand, he is called "the cowherd" in France .





The billhook of Atis.







Atis was a giant raised by Dana in the wild forests of ancient Europe, he learned much about his surroundings, the shape of plants, their flavors, their fruits and the medicinal substances contained in their juices.



And he looked with wonder at the great tree whose trunk grew in the center of the universe.



Nature had taught him the balances and governing laws of what surrounded him; But Atis, all curious, came out of the forest to meet his fellow men; at that time a particular race of giants inhabited the earth;



he also learned a lot from them, but they lived according to the rules of mother nature, none of them possessed tools or enough science to understand the depth of everything; moreover, giants as they were, none could reach the tops of even more gigantic trees; This earthly place at this time of the ancient world spread out in all its excesses.



Atis was the son of Dana so he was allowed to understand what was above men and giants;



The goddess of the moon gave him her golden billhook on the morning of the first day of spring, and he took it with happiness, this formidable tool made him the possessor of great power, it had been said that the billhook could only belong to 'to the lords. Only those were given the right to decide for the people. This is how true druids still wear a golden billhook as a symbol of their rank.



Atis took the billhook of the moon, and he began to prune the tree of eternity, thus he decided that twelve parts of the sky would belong to the twelve celestial tribes, half would live in darkness while the other half would live in the day under the eye and protection of Ana. Depending on the time of year, some tribes passed into the night and those facing them in the new circle passed into the light.



He divided two major seasons and four small seasons, then noticing new movements in the sky, he traced the thirty years of the Gallic calendar on a stone.



Since that time the billhook has remained the emblem of all druids capable of deciding what should or should not exist in the tree of the universe.

The billhook remained hanging in the tree of stars and it is still there, its golden color, it was the moon which had given it to it.





Carnix, The War Boar.







About this famous wild boar accompanying men into battle, it was said about his cries that they came straight from the bowels of the world.



It was taken as an emblem and the large carnixes warned the enemy in advance of the carnage to come. It was the wild boar of wild and primal life, its bestiality made it a beast feared by all; The myth says that no one, neither human beings nor anything that existed in the universe could stop its mad rush. Leaving the sacred forests of Dana, he only obeyed her. And his mission in the middle of the fighting was a terrible thing, he had been called the gravedigger, the devourer, his terrible savage strength had made his reputation.



When he appeared, everyone knew that it would soon be time to return his body to the primary goddess who gave them life on earth;



It was Teutates represented like this because the large male never retreated during an engagement;



And men and women died in battle by the dozen, the bodies were brought back to Dana. The prisoners also had no chance of surviving the first of the Teutates' laws, dying to return to the goddess what she had entirely created, the flesh tissues returning to her with full rights. Wherever the wild boar appeared, it never failed to cause carnage. Moreover, the Carnix with the face of an unleashed boar, the Gallic war horn, brought its name into today's language under this term "carnage".



This is why the Dana boar was worn as an emblem by all the Gallic warlords.

He was the animal carrying death and on his effigies we can still see a half-sun, it was that of the tramont, of the disappearance of light...



The tree of ancestors.


In Gaul the trees were numerous, some were very old, they had survived thousands of years, perhaps many more.

There was one in particular who was constantly reborn from his old roots.nes, its enormous trunk supported foliage reaching up to the sky, its fruits resembling the planets, in the middle was the sun, in its rings you could read the time.

It was a witness to the history of the earth, because it was said that it was under this tree that all living beings came.

It sheltered entire generations of men and at its foot, between the branches of the sky and its roots inside the world, the druids administered customary justice.

It contained the immensity of the knowledge of the universe.




The Tomb of the Stars.


Yes, the brave leaders had learned from the Druids how much the eternity of the stars awaited the heroes. The wild boar of Dana led a warrior's life and all the armed men had to die incensed by the song of the gods. This was the symbol of the famous boar without fear or remorse, an animal sent by the gods to show its courage and its total absence of fear which once launched into combat could not be stopped, demonstrating absolute courage and a beautiful death, the one that all the men, women and children in Gaul could not ignore, the heroes die with panache and strength before being accepted in their cradle of eternity. They were then to appear before the goddess of the door and cross the threshold, their spirits forever alive. So we sang their praises through an ode in four parts, the four parts of the world, the four parts of spiritual life. Annual ceremonies were dedicated to them to remind the tribes forever how great they were. Thus they remained young for eternity in the cradle of the stars, themselves being part of the great eternal cycles.



Dragon's blood.


The blood of the dragon was perpetuated thanks to the woman, her descendants were innocent.

And they were protected, all princes and princesses of divine blood who bore the mark of the same family.

As adults, their characteristics were demonstrated by eternal perseverance and their vengeance, feared everywhere by their enemies.

These ancient kings carried within them the fury of their ancestor and their shady character forgave nothing to the invaders.

They had the powers of the storm, the torrential rains, the gushing springs, the rushing rivers and the great western ocean, their words carried fear everywhere.

They were fathers and merciless for those who wanted to divert their offspring from the destiny of kings and queens, warriors, guardians of sacred lands.

The priests taught them their roots and no one had the right to pervert their words, lying was punishable by death.

They carried within them the blood of the dragon, that of a great destiny.



MAPONOS.



Families were formed, descendants were an important thing. This must have represented fathers and sons, because yes a part of Gallic civilization was patriarchal, patriarchal but subject to a great mother goddess. It is thanks to her that the sons took over from their fathers.

And male children were taken from their mothers early to be raised in martial and warlike conditions. Maponos was their tutelary god, that of these young Gauls promised to military education.

The mother of the city had given birth to a god who was to act in this sense, he represented filiation, the resemblance of the spirit, of the profession or of the body. It was Maponos, the boy with the angelic face who would later become a tough Gallic warrior by the will of the gods. It was he who took the routes already traced, who spoke in the same way as his ancestors, and who from an early age had to be educated to take up the torch of paternal nobility.




Gallic revenge.


To say about these great people of the west that they were barbarians is based solely on the light fables of obscure characters. Despite the truth of a good education geared towards a peaceful life as best as possible, the truth of the Gauls has always been a reality. Yes, the Gauls were violent fighters, among the most intrepid and dangerous in the history of humanity. It is a myth still told today by the Druids who received the transmission from their ancestors. This hidden story because it does not set a good example nevertheless comes from the oldest European antiquity. It speaks of a man who loved a woman with all his being, a pure virgin as they are called. It is from this original purity that came the sacrifice of a man previously considered a demigod.

Because death took hold of the beauty, taken away by monsters coming from the dark night, she left behind only a stain of blood before disappearing. The strong warrior was never able to heal from this deep wound but it did not kill him himself. The Druids speak of a man wandering like a ghost through the woods, forests and countryside, livid, as if dead but hecould not die before having satisfied his vengeance. Some speak of a name that was once forbidden because misfortune followed it everywhere. I can only say that this painful creature cannot die because it is his pain that makes him survive, an eternal pain.

It is said that he waited a thousand years before returning to his land, the curse was so great that we still speak today of a king-knight coming to seek the love he once lost, and we also says this: if he finds nothing to love when he returns to his land, then he will destroy everything he touches and could in his fury destroy the entire earth....

This is where an inextinguishable evil came from, transmitted to all our peoples, that of the terrible vengeance of men and Gallic tribes. A dull and destructive anger, which was to be reborn again and again until this ancestor finally found the love of life and his land, could finally ward off bad luck. So his name could still be spoken of as that of a spirit that had freed itself. This story was told to me by real druids who still think today that it is the incarnation of a sky god and the curse of lost loves, a god still seeking revenge on his enemies and who will undoubtedly seek them for eternity. A creature so powerful that it would be capable of destroying the entire world.




Gallic rooster.







The god Gara was heard of everywhere, in fact he was the basis of the joyful cries heard in the Gallic countryside; It is said that one day, in the form of a pretty rooster, he pecked hard at a seed in the middle of the night and it split in two, they were the two faces of the dark man, one was the first part of the night and the other hid in the shadows of the second. Garmangabi goddesses officiated at the birth of clan babies. It was they, the women of Gara who provided care to women giving birth and to newborns needing their protection;



In the middle of the day the rooster pounced on the fact of a house where one of these divine births was taking place, because among the Gauls all Gallic life was sacred. At the first cries of the child he loudly intoned his victorious cry towards the sky praising the gods for this new blessing and a large rainbow grew in his tail, joining the two sides of the earth, surrounding the supreme, animated halo by the light of Lugus.







Since this date, the god Gara in his form of a rooster was praised by the people, because it was he who taught the good news to all the surrounding areas and even further afield.



It was said everywhere that this famous rooster awakened life on earth every day.







“He was born!!!, he was born!!! Cocoricatobo” he shouted cheerfully from the summit closest to the heavens.



This cry of victory was attributed to the great fighters who distinguished themselves on the battlefield, and often certain Gallic leaders wore a red headdress as a sign of recognition among the troops.






The seahorse.


A great horseman who died in the evening of his life, he was a Gallic king, considered almost as a demi-god. All his life he had fought for his people, engaged in every battle without ever retreating. He had been educated by the druids and their magic. He was buried under a mound, his face turned towards his place of birth and rebirth. It was then said that the king had left, heading west, towards the great celestial ocean. He was dead like the star he represented at the height of his glory, then very old and tired, his red soul slowly sank into the horizon, setting the sky ablaze with the last cry of the dragon. And the people prayed that he would be at peace, and the druids reminded everyone that he must return. A night passed when the soldiers did him great honors, another night and the druids launched incantations for him to find his way, and then the third night and everyone waited on the beach at the end of the world for the light to return. appearance. The rider was inseparable from his mount, the equites were all of noble fighting essence and they are often compared to the centaur. It was on the morning of the third day that the sign of the resurrection of the princes appeared, a child who was looking at the ocean of souls saw something approaching his wet feet, he stooped down and picked up the object. The seahorse appeared in the hands that were passing it around on the western beach.

“Look, everyone exclaimed the druids, the king is sending us a sign, a sea horse!”, This symbol was well known in the tribes, it was that of the past soul which constantly returned to lead a new body. This seahorse was known to resemble the fetus in the process of construction, of life being reborn in maternal waters. And for a long time it was said that it contained the souls of kingss horsemen and centaurs of the past, it was the symbol of resurrection. It is then said that the soul of the king, freed from his human bestiality, went to ride the whale on the oceans of the spirit, and that then the aquanaut returned in this form of the seahorse. It was made into a rotating cross made up of four seahorses, in its center the horseman king continued to ride the great whale, which also earned him the nickname "fish" but for the equites the symbol remained the image of the sea horse.



Fish.


We all know that life is not easy every day. Our tired bodies end up feeling heavy, the trials we undergo marking our faces and testing our spirits. We say that at the end of life the soul is freed from the constraints of this world. Nothing bad can reach us anymore, bestiality down here is biting its tail, the snake is no longer free to do with us what it wants. Then comes the time of the great ride, the soul floats happy and free in the infinite waters. This is why the fish has remained one of our beloved symbols for ages, because it represents the souls of those who have gone to swim in the skies.

Later this famous fish remained as the symbol of people who rose, sometimes some wore it during their lifetime because their spirit was freed from earthly constraints.



The flower of dawn.


Thus on the Atlantic beaches thousands of people spread the word, the ocean of divinity, the domain of Mori mother of the dead and resurrections, had sent a sign. The tears of anger and sadness turned into warm salty drops, but in this moment they came from a warm atmosphere. They were tears of happiness, destiny had done its work, a new king would soon be born with the spirit of the old one, a guide for all the people of the west.

It was then that we heard the rooster crowing, COCARICATOBO! VICTORY!..VICTORY!

And the people turned towards the sound of all the roosters passing the word from village to village, a great king would soon be born who would replace the one who had just left.

On the horizon, great lights flooded the sky little by little and people left the beach to go towards the light of rebirth.

Amid cries of joy and the crowing of roosters, they wandered through the fields and another miracle occurred. At the start of spring and the bright period, the rising sun took on a blood-red hue sitting just above the earth. And everywhere, although we had not seen them the day before, the flowers of dawn revealed this same red color, covering fields as far as the eye could see. The flower of the spirit showed all its magic, it was the flower of Lugus, that of Gallic blood, it was the flower of dawn they said because it opened at that precise moment. This too was a sign from the gods. Then a druid took the delicate poppy facing the rising sun and showed everyone what Lugus had learned. Inside the four floral veils was the secret of divine destinies. Indeed the famous flower of dawn represented, inside protected by the blood of the elders, the cross of the four parts of human life. Birth, youth, maturity and old age, this is where the myth of the destiny of the horse-riding princes came from.


Four grains.


But the Gauls were numerous, hundreds of tribes lived freely while having the same culture. It was necessary to group all of our people into a single trading people to facilitate trade. Then all the territories were consulted and three large parts of this sacred land were designated to represent us all. The Druids decided to give a share of the cult to each of the three Gauls so that they all had their share in the Gallic spirit. A first quarter moon was given to the central territory, a second quarter moon was given to the Gauls of the southeast, and yet another to the Gauls of northern Europe. Thus the three Gauls possessed the three parts of the night, three grains of dark barley and all these agricultural territories together possessed a single grain of light wheat to represent the totality of the lands and the full light moon. From that time on, barley belonged to the dark moon and golden wheat represented the unique and total full moon. These four grains appear well on certain coins, such as the four parts of the Gallic cross, 3 dark and one luminous. It has since been said that the three small parts of the night are worth a Gallic denier and also that the total part of the illuminated moon is also worth a Gallic denier. The night star has since represented the single currency used for trade in the three Gauls and it was a sacred currency. Certain agricultural tribes represented the thing differently, on their currency we found the moon divided into two large ascending parts et descendant, the two halves of the same seed.





The royal lily.


On the banks of streams, rivers and streams, the great goddess of spring Edunia questioned the senses. Then a winged god passed by randomly through the marshes and puddles, a proud warrior on his androcephalic steed. The moon accompanied his steps and his runs. The sun honored his mop of hair with the reflections of the day and the spirit. Passing the edge of the calm waters, he looked at his reflection then cast an eye on the bank. It is the same one that grew a blue-purple flower with a golden yellow heart. It was the flower of elegance and nobility of kings, the one that grew only in places praised by the gods. Since then this famous lily has been the reflection of the king chosen by the gods and goddesses. And elsewhere we often saw the hand of the goddess of spring emerging from the earth, because the royal lily and the hand of the queen had a common adventure. Later a bee came to settle on the flower, then another to collect the nobility of its nectar. This is how the royal lily, the divine hand and the bees formed the Gallic emblems of certain kings.


The winged cape.


The gods set their eyes on him who was to lead the Gallic nations, and each eye reflected the light of a star.

The lily grew and spread like a blanket over the rider's shoulders.

When its two ends were spread in the wind the cape transformed into wings and with its wings the new horseman king covered with the luminous lily of the stars flew away to conquer the world and destroy all his enemies.

On him now was the symbol of purity and protection of all the gods of heaven.





The hierarchy of the gods.


There were main gods and goddesses, quite few in number, their numbers did not exceed three great representatives per kingdom, they were the great ancestors, the elementals. Below were their children, important, half-human princes.

But there was still a subordinate category, this third congregation included all the differences of creation, there were fairies, fauns, various creatures with human or animal attributes, some resembled plants, others like animals. rocks, they were hidden everywhere in the world of the living but you had to know the magician world well to be able to see and take them.

They were the little people of the forests, the spirits inhabiting the places in the houses with humans, traveling entities carrying messages.




TOLOSENDOSUS

There are countries more pleasant than others, and even then, most often the mountain dweller cannot stand the beach, it is according to his desires that we glimpse the universe.

And Tolosendosus was one of the fathers of the human universe. A gigantic king whose desires gave rise to the beautiful and the less good, one would have said at the time that he was the father of the moon.


The territory of the Tolosates has always been blessed by the gods, the climate is mild, most often pleasant. The inhabitants of these countries are thinkers and poets. It wasn't always like this, a long time ago, it was frivolity, unconsciousness and self-importance that lit the embers of desire. And then one day, seeing that the Tolosates would never take the path of true beauty, the great goddess of the celestial oceans became angry, slowly, gently, she asked for her father on earth.

Tolosendosus, the Titan of the celestial oceans

First in the distance, to the west, people saw an immense wave rising, something that surpassed human imagination in its size and beauty. The foam of these waves rose to the sky and covered the luminous lands; in its slow surges, it took several hours to approach, several months, several years for certain spirits. A flood fell on the hot plains, usually so calm, which lasted two hours. As evening approached, the Titan appeared, a thick fog covered the territory of the Tolosates. The fog is very special there. The usually rowdy people separated. They had just lost themselves in the realm of spirituality, each on their own saw their desires exacerbated. And with the ultimate beauty of the gods came the vexation of not being able to possess it.

Covered by the divine oceans, they sought that in which they could acquire wealth and wonder. No person knows how to live alone among them.

And no one crossed paths because everyone had their own desires.

The echoes could carry far in this fog, and roll for kilometers and kilometers in all directions, there was love and then hatred, there were the beauties of war and that of peace, but above all they learned to go beyond the world of daylight to get closer to that of the beauty of the soul. The bards sang the praises of the goddess and her father.

So et for the first time again, humans sat on the ground, and they began to really think. Moving forward in the physical world led nowhere on foggy days. And in those moments the artists led moments of intense prayer

It lasted until morning, a few hours, a few months and a few years, almost an eternity for the one who thinks.

All this reasonable control of Tolosendosus had taught them to .......reason, but above all he had shown them desire and non-physical envy, how to appreciate the lights of the night.

The next day, Lugus tore the dark veils that covered the land. The light bursts forth. But the inhabitants had changed a lot, they no longer displayed the behavior of arrogant kids, they remained thoughtful. Touched by the hand of the colossus who was called "he who demonstrates his thoughts", the god of fervor. During the night, thanks to all the echoes, he had taught them to sing too. And to sing well again, to sing alone, to sing together to demonstrate their fervor in this world. And then there was something else that had changed during the night, the waters had ravished and dug the ground deeply in places, from the capital Tolosa, to the westernmost plains of the Gers. And everywhere there was evidence that the celestial oceans had bathed the place for hours, millions of years, during the night. Marine shells littered the ground, some fossilized, some not. The Tolosates made necklaces with these shells, it was their stone of certainty, the stone of fervor and great emotions.

This stone of certainty is called "Talos", it is said that it is with it that the Druids measured the universe.

The word that comes to us from this Tolosates era is "talent" in French, "Talo" is also a unit of time, it is the only stone that allows us to measure the universe with fervor and desire without having needs.




Hare.


We have an old saying in our house that you should never chase several hares at once. The animal in question has always had a good reputation, so much so that, as was often the case among the Gauls, it was considered a sign from the gods. It is at the beginning of spring when nature is reborn that he appears, bright as lightning but still seemingly nothing, he walks the paths large and small to meet the destiny of men. A famous good luck charm, it is said that the hare never takes the wrong direction. And that’s how it became a totem animal; owning this fantastic creature was a symbol of prestige. The druids used it to know omens by releasing it in the lost plains. Either he ran towards the sun or its opposite, perhaps to the east and youth, perhaps to the west and old age....the gods are never wrong, they send signs and you just need to know the recognize. The famous book, the male hare, always knew where to go to find his loves, to find rare plants, and knew the clear water points. This great vitality earned him its share of magic, the hare went through the year always full of health, going from winter to summer it was said that he knew the cycles of life, death and rebirth. When we wanted to visit other tribes or other places we consulted him. Because the hare is learned and has traveled everywhere. When the goddess of death came to take her due and sow madness on our lands, people offered her this gift to escape fate. The animal of vitality, health and fertility represented the most beautiful thing there was for the other world. So the eagle goddess left the men alone, for this time anyway.



The arm of fools.


There were prayers, great ceremonies, offerings, the cult of the ancestors lived by bringing them back to life.

The dragon ancestor was honored by the warriors and his priests asked a lot of them in the practice of their discipline. Among other things, it was forbidden to lie, and this could be a reason for social decline, or worse.

Priests from elsewhere tried to infiltrate the royal cult, that of the direct descendants of the dragon, in order to pervert the truth and undermine the authority of the sacred.

It is said that one of their ancestors presented himself as the dragon's messiah, however he was nothing more than a usurper, a frog had wanted to pass himself off as the genitor father. But the dragon devoured his arm, the arm on the side of the evil spirit, the body was not that of a nobleman and they made an example of him. The madmen of external religions had lied and they paid the blood price, after having devoured the arm of the liar, they tore off his head and he then appeared to hold two, one on the right and one on the left. It was physical death and spiritual death. It was a myth that was told so that everyone would remember what it costDon't frog deceive the dragon cult.




Sacred animals.


If there is a country with a thousand landscapes, this was certainly the case with the Gallic territories. The tribes had expanded greatly and conquered many lands. There were mountains, plains, plateaus and marshes, forests and rocky soils, coasts running along the coastlines for thousands of kilometers.

So many faces on this land could only accommodate many tribes and each had the character of its land.

The numerous animals abounded, hares, roe deer, deer, mountain lions, silver fish and birds were as numerous as their places of life.

So the tribes designated some of them to represent their territories. And like all emblems, these animals were honored because they embodied a certain spirit of place, a lifestyle, a local culture and a benevolent folklore. For the animals that were found everywhere, it was decided to wear them on flags and shields, because they were common to all tribes and all territories. And besides, each one ends up representing a local or more national divinity.



Epona.







In the night clouds Mori had given birth to a seahorse, the celestial seas sheltered the animal in the form of their maritime stars.

Among these three mothers, one had power over humanity and came down to earth in the form of a princess of great beauty. Épona was born.

Crossing paths with a great horseman who had gone to war and returned with his honor intact, she offered him a dish composed of seven very fresh fruits. But according to the confidence offered by the deity she forced him to take only one. All have a different taste but only one is reserved for you and then you will experience misfortune and goodness.

He took a red apple and in doing so, the brutal memories of the war were transformed into the discovery of love. Without knowing it, the great warrior had just been married to one of the seven Sulevias.



In doing so, On the earth appeared a goddess of horses named Epona, It is this divine mother who descended on the earth of men that the riders adored above all. She brought their reward to the victors. The people gave her great honors and placed her on the throne of the mothers of the tribe. Epona had become the main mother of Gaul. She gave physical strength and youth of the spirit thanks to the milk of her white mare so rich in luminous uses; For in the sky her celestial part, she Mori, displayed all the reflections of the moon towards the earth. Making plants and fruits grow, crops, triggering childbirth. Epona was his face among the riders who adored him.



The horse remained among the Gauls the symbol of obedience and sharing, the animal which carried the spirit without fear in all its ardor. Corsicas took place on the day dedicated to the goddess of horses;



It seems that a red horse named Rudobios everywhere demonstrated the physical power of youth. It is said that Epona raised two horses and made them her sons, there were two parts of animality and obedience. This is why she had become a goddess commanding the Equites what they owed to their future.



Epona had two daughters who accompanied her everywhere, they sat on each side of their mother on the throne of earthly masters. The seahorse remained in the sky as one of the symbols of the twelve goddesses of the female zodiac. The twelve symbols formed by the twelve constellations formed the crown of Epona, and the seahorse split into two parts of the same effigy to represent the opening and the main sign.

The other part of the zodiac was entrusted to men.




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Damona.

We know the constellation of the giraffe well today but at another, more ancient time, it was called "the unicorn" because

that she pointed with her single horn to the top of the tree, unicorn of the celestial seas also because the narwhal was a mythical animal among our ancestors who adored the universal waves.

The Gauls compared it to a deer raising its head to graze on the buds of the spiritual tree. It was said that the kind Damona served as nurse to the white deer of Gallic spirituality, as well as to a young black calf. The calf became an enormous bull which ancient tales said was the memory and strength of the world. This is how, thanks to him, an entire terrestrial area, 2500 of your years were dedicated to him, he had become guardian of civilization, of the past, of the present, of the future. It was a long time ago. The doe Damona was a goddess of the heavens and her stars nourished the gods with their milky light. There were quite a few stories about her, she was nicknamed “the divine breast” or “the good mother”. Each star of the doe served as mymiss. She was killed by the great hunter but her soul remained happy in the wonderful world of spirits.

Nantos.


Nantos.


Among the Namnetes, carefreeness came to the young people when a god emerged from the waters of the Atlantic. He was a god of the force of storms. On beaches beaten by western winds and whirlwinds. Nantos arrived in immense tides, filling the sky and invading the land. The madman broke down the solid barriers and made the bravest shudder. His legendary laughter and anger flowed down the slopes and climbed the obstacles at the speed of sacred horses. Its winds mixed with the known world to tear down old things. No one could have ignored the uncertain affairs spreading across the coastal world and the sailors prayed that the power of the winds would spare them and carry them to their destination. Its flows mixed uncertainties like impenetrable knots, with the seriousness of distraught people. Nantos made fun of everything, living in immediacy by offending the proud to their limits, he imposed on everyone. Its eternal youth was not lacking when the lost souls wanted to invade this territory at the end of autumn. He kept coming back to the attack, mockingly, even mocking the sadness that came up from the world below. Nantos the Laugher guarded the borders of the end of the world. Considered as the one who shakes up the established order, he also did not hesitate to take part in battles, mocking those who wanted to impose their laws on those of the gods. And yet his lightness had no flaw, death itself trembled before the waves of this simian king. Its presence was most often announced by seabirds, the laughing seagulls named Ernaes invaded the land, raising the gaze of those who had lost hope. Nantos could change everything, he feared nothing and no one, he constantly hung around at the gates of the other world and that's where he came from.

Nantos designated the brutal force of the ocean, the intrepidity of the winds of the immense Atlantic, a gigantic force of nature. The god of sailors and seafarers, a god of the ocean winds.


ACESONIOS

The gods interceded in everything, with every need, with every question, for healings. There was a strong human who prayed to Kernunos to give him peace.

So decided the white deer.

Thus was born Acesonios, the whale god of wonderful dreams and the development of character. He was invoked to find sleep quickly, in order to be able to rest and in this way, access aidubno, the world of freedom. It was a divinity of nobility and good psychic form, the whale carried the spirit on its back to take it across the celestial waves. That is to say in a heavenly and enchanted world, some soothing places full of joy. Thus Acesonios chased away the nightmarish dusii of war, leaving them to the antediluvian serpent. Plants for shamanic uses in particular belonged to him. He was a healing god walking the spirits of the initiates in the albios. Acesonios means: the arrangement of dreams, a deity from shamanism.

This whale topped with the liberated spirit remained marked forever in the sacred tree of stars. Acesonios can be seen engraved on the silver cauldron.


Gabenos.

GOBEN.

There was a time when humans needed an example of purity, Adamos brought them the fires of creation and desire but the blacksmiths lacked the strength.


Lugus fathered Goben the Pure and sent him to earth. His material was iron and he was the god of physical strength while Ogmios was the god of moral strength.


He was also the god of minerals, of the good blood of the earth. It was said that he saw far and that no promising plot escaped him, just like his own share of protective metal. The famous Gaben showed his powerful muscles during hard work, he was admired for his posture.


Thus, thanks to Gobenos, men forged solid, incorruptible tools and made the purest products.


Goben had the art of making things appear true and he was the solidity of this Gallic world. Statues made of the purest metals were dedicated to him.

Affiliated with Volkanus-Adamos, god of the fires of creation, and Ucuetis, the metal-forming god, the latter was therefore the blacksmith. Goben was represented as a naked fighter or wearing very pure clothing, as well as a shield, a symbol of solidity and resistance. He was a good Gallic god, certainly one of trust too..

Kerionos


Kerionos has always been part of the western sky, its home was in a constellation that appeared at the time of the summer harvest. He was a lord of the wheat, to whom we prayed and to whom we dedicated this s

high in the sky called for harvests, and Kerionos was one of them. He lived in the sacred ash tree during the day, on the banks of the great river. Protective and generous, he covered the houses with his thatches, this is how he prepared for winter. He knew the eagle, the crane and the great deer in the stars near him. He was young, not very tall and very serious about his schedule. He had a boat it is said with which he crossed the sky like one of the Sylvan kings. In his family were other creatures from the celestial tree who came down to earth to protect certain sanctuaries, the korigenatos and other mythical fairies who also came from the stars. SEQUANA. The moon crossed the sky once more, its reflection printed on the water and in doing so a goddess descended on an eastern river whose source was hidden, and she walked on the water following the current towards the West. Between the Alps and the Vosges, there is a territory where a harsh tribe is established. They worshiped a divinity called “Sequana”, a goddess of harsh waters who reigned over the Saône. During the night, Sequana was a beautiful, captivating young woman and during the day she could be seen in the form of a white duck, quite rare. She had become the mother of the river and she was honored for this, to attract her benefits. These men from the Gallic East were combative, they were called "Séquanes", those of vigorous stone and that which lasts over time, "Ségo" was a certainty. Constantly, warriors clashed with other peoples. They lived in a country made of harshness, good flesh and blood, they were heavy and powerful, carrying the bloodthirsty heat into each battle like a tsunami. We saw them surging down from the surrounding mountains, furiously determined to do battle with the unwelcome people. Their deities accompanied them like ghosts guarding the borders of the goddess of waters. Their capital was called “Vésontio”. The Saône at that time was named "Souconna", the river of Séquana, it was a major place of passage towards the north and trade in sacred amber. She often represented the protective deity of river trade at the crossroads of Eastern routes. It is said that seeing a white duck at the sources of the Saône would be a good omen but it would also appear about the fogs there, whose thickness prevents you from reaching anywhere, that they are inhabited by the souls of ancient people. warriors from the other world, beware of those who come to get lost in this country. Autumn. Automnus was the fourth horseman of the year, his memory has come down to us through certain inscriptions but also thanks to a stone engraved 3000 years before your era and whose contours miraculously remained untouched by time. He carried a spear and a sword, he was a god with bad omens. His role was to hunt down the living, to track them to the brink of death. He killed a lot to live up to what he was, a ruthless hunter. One day he chased a young doe who was begging for time to leave her alone while preserving her natural beauty but fate struck. The god chased her for a long time and she finally gave in to the sad fate that awaited her. Automnus pierced her with his spear and took her life. This is how the spirit of the doe found what she had been looking for since her earthly birth, eternal life. Her spirit, freed from her mortal body, began to smile and then laugh infinitely because she acquired, by leaving her fleshly remains behind her, the immortality of the goddesses sublimated in all their beauties. Bormos. The Galatian migrations took place well before known history, a tribe called "Marianduni", inhabiting ancient Bythinia, to the north of ancient Galatia and having as a neighbor a tribe called Bebrikos, participated in the expeditions of the Argos warriors. Perhaps they came from the ancestral domains of Aiguasis or Boian lands. This was before writers noted the first Gallic settlements in the East. But the most interesting thing is that it is said that the Marianduni had as their hero a certain Bormos who himself had the god and king of light Lugus as his father. And once again, there is the mention in their territory of a wild boar having killed an old druid bringing the light of days in his diatribes. Bormos, also called Bormanos, embodied one of the arts of Lugus. Cymru. Around the same time the Kingdom of Cymru, Wales, sent its warriors to conquer lands nearby. The inhabitants of the new territory were then called the Cimmerians, nicknamed "the people of the night". They were a people of horsemen led by a king named Lugdamos. They were descendants of the Breton cymbres. The luminous magic of Lugus took hold and these eastern territories belonged to the Galatian tribes pe nalmost a thousand years.


Marcos.


But men only thought of themselves, and there were those who defied them.

A fighter came to the front of the throne of the sun, and in the sight of all he denied Lugus, insulted him and challenged him loudly.

Then the light of the sun darkened, heavy clouds gathered around the throne, Lugus became angry and his face was replaced by that of Tanaris.

Gods never obey humans or mix with them because they are unworthy to see and understand true divinity.

A barrel rider sent to earth in the middle of the storm, he was called Marcos. He wore a helmet adorned with the bird's wings and a glowing hairstyle, his breastplate and all his combat equipment were hard as metal, his cape flew in the storm winds. He arrived in a flash on his mount and trampling the imprudent with a deafening noise, he cut off his head and clung to his back. So everyone could see what happened to those who defied the gods. And he walked everywhere in the streets and in every region so that everyone would remember for a long time the adventure of the bruised profane.

His body remained on the ground still holding a sword which had not had time to be used, the bones dislocated by the blows of the hooves of the horse of Marcos the demigod born on the earth, son of the storm and a fairy vengeful.

MAGOS.


Knowledge had to be passed on, Ogmios ordered the ranks but did not possess all the knowledge of magical stones.


One day, the dragon fathered a son named Magos, he knew passions and was a mage of souls. He set out to gather all the knowledge in the world, for this he needed the stones of the sacred mountain.


He advanced for a long time and visited all the Gallic countries. Went to see the tribal leaders to discuss with them each of the certainties of which they had become the guardians. Each of his steps sank into the rock.


Several years passed and he managed to gather the beauty of all the passion stones and all the metals and stones that supported Gaul, this treasure was so great that it reached the sky. Then the mage returned to his starting point and founded a school where the truth was taught about the elements and origins of Gallic knowledge, about the ancestral origins of our people.


When he died, Magos asked that he be buried under a pile of stones, a large mound whose location was kept secret. To deceive the grave robbers, it was made known everywhere that they had to dig to the center of the earth to reach the treasure. He had learned a lot about our world, had become a magician. He was reincarnated numerous times through his descendants. They became a large family of merchants who later used magic. They were the ones who spoke with the whole world, a family of travelers who knew the curve of the earth and the situation of the planets as much as the winding paths hidden from ordinary mortals.


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Larosso and Lerina.



Also called Laros the fisherman and the farmer, he was the tutelary god of a place which was offered to men, a marvelous island outside the vicissitudes of this world. A place where omens were given.

A traveler coming from far away asked Larroso for help, who fell madly in love with her for eternity; his misfortune was that he could not marry a human woman. The latter offered him a branch and told him this: "this branch is that of a tree of justice and to be able you must plant it in a place where the wind and dust will take you." The word was firm and the ears heard, the wind carried Lerina to an island right next to hers. It was there that she transformed into a wooden lyre. She then became an eternal, between dawn and the tramont, the only inhabitant of an island from where music came to charm the ears of Larroson living on the one next door. These two islands were thus united by love and separated by the body in the calm and beauty of this landscape for eternity. The couple was protected by the shallows and the sea around them from curious onlookers.

The island of Larroson welcomed a college of peaceful druids who honored it with stories and poetic tales. When in Lerina it was celebrated for a long time, the alder branch was used to make a very beautiful lyre to which magician virtues were attributed, such as that of rendering divine justice, of healing people thanks to its buds and of provoking destinies. Apparently this island was also called: the island of the untouchable virgins. These two inseparable places are still called the Lérins Islands today.

Like all mothers, Lerina represented an entire territory, that of an island that belonged to her.

Xuban


The andounas stank the surroundings, they formed the barrier between the world of the dead and that of the living, these fetid waters served as shelter for the old Griselis. These witches of misfortune stole souls and perverted bodies. Their lies separated people, ruined families and caused illness and then the terrible death of those who were lost in fogs of abysmal depths. At the edge of these waters lived Xuban the hidden genius. He hid himself so well that his shapes could barely be discerned in the mud. But we could hear him at certain times, inhabiting the night, he was constantly talking about his own qualities, constantly comparing himself to a great king invested with divine power. From the sound of his voice people thought he was huge but in fact he hid in the darkness the weakness of a weakly muscled body. And Xuban made those who listened to him believe anything. That he was tall, that he was a magician, that he was a demigod and more. He had the talent of a charmer and a liar. So we asked a lot of questions about him, one day someone said that his vices came to him because of the venomous bite of a dragon. In fact, this is how it was later represented during the big storytelling evenings. Xuban with the body of a frog had been devoured by the second dragon in the evening, in the stinking swamps. To punish him for all the lies he had told to deceive people. So it is with those who cannot understand the two parts of the dragon.


Orcia


The ancient Druids knew her well, this goddess of the skies to whom they offered spring berries. If there was a fantastic being from the ancient world who knew the skies and the force of the winds it was Orcia, the falcon of divinatory rituals. Aubregard piercing the best kept secrets. The animal full of nobility had been tamed by magicians. Her power over the storm was frightening, she protected the sacred oak groves at the same time as a treasure made of many silver acorns. Orcia retreated to a sanctuary island off our coast in winters to return to the seasons of summer magic. When we saw a falcon in the sky it was a good omen but Orcia kept her wild character as a killer, only the druids of the Carnutes could approach her in the protected nature sanctuaries. Many heroes and other thieves wanted to seize its treasures and secrets, but none ever returned from this adventure to tell the story. She saw the traps from afar, was quick as lightning, knew which ones were coming, and she was merciless as her wild nature demanded.

Magoris.


He was an ancient god or rather a sort of magician it would seem, and he knew many of the secrets of the world. He knew how to count infinity and one day managed to divide it into four parts. It is said that the four winds of life pushed where everyday adventure held back, that those who had received them as a gift could move forward without constraints or reconsider their desires and their actions. A sort of interpretation of the potential to do what we want in free men, defined by the Druids who count the time of each of our people. Thus they could take the four directions of the known world as they wished, having the four parts of infinity, its symbol, indicated that destiny belonged to you for eternity. That fame was acquired for you forever along with good health. This god knew how to count and was one of those of commerce and fruitful exchanges. His praises were once sung in the nemetons for his benefits, his brand was very well known. Magiorix brought peace wherever he appeared, he was venerated over large areas of territory as one of the great elders, a divine incarnation of a god of trade relating to one of the sacred animals whose fleece he may have carried .







The unicorn goat.


Stories were told by the fire, all the families came to listen to the local storyteller and sometimes a few wandering bards returning from fabulous journeys, plus they knew plants and medicine. Many mysteries surrounded these characters and they were often invited to talk about their wonderful encounters.

One of them had taken up residence with the Virudini, one evening he spoke of a creature he met at the side of the road. He had seen with his seen eyes: a goat-unicorn. And so he described it in great detail.

The beast looked like a goat but its ears looked like two leaves, its forehead grew like a single horn and at the very end, there was like a little sun, very yellow like the yolk of eggs. The shape of its head resembled that of a goat but in place of the nostrils was a beak. From her beak she exhaled a cloud each timeAs she breathed, this moving cloud rolled up and brought like the smell of the most beautiful perfumes of joy around her, and she covered her back with it. Its very long neck possessed like the folds of the belly of snakes. Its bony legs also resembled those of wild goats, but in place of its tail there was another leaf, bordered and light in color. One of the hairs of this famous tail had curled into a serpentine, and it was very pretty, said the bard-medic. So he advised everyone to look carefully at the edges of the paths, because it could well be that we will come across her again in the area. This is how the famous Gallic unicorn was born, but it is certain, it was a goat and not an equine. And then another day, someone came home with the famous unicorn. Ho sacred bard magician, he could not have said that the thing in fact had leaves but also a flower in place of its head!

And this is how the wonderful animal subsequently became the symbol of herbalists. Did you know that the goat eats good healing plants and never poisons? She is never wrong. Today it is called the wild “chevrette”, the female roe deer. And its flower? A flower with a horn and a beak, a unicorn.



The crow.


They grouped themselves into tribes and used territories. Everyone has their own stories and myths. Among the Carnutes tribe they told the story of a mischievous crow. In the spring he perched on the backs of the horses to whisper a few dreams to them, another day we saw one of them climb so high in the sky that this gourmand was able to tear off a branch of mistletoe from the tree of stars and bring her back to the sanctuary. Besides, we awaited its omens with interest. Because the animal has always inhabited sacred lands. In the morning we had heard him calling his loves across the mown meadows of summer. The bigots and fools took it for a sign from the gods because they made fun of them. How many tons of wheat had he stolen this year? No one knew it but no one really held it against him because in case of problems he warned everyone around him to be close. He was also considered a musician, a fabulous beast like this Gallic crow with blue reflections on black, the colors of the night, symbol of the gods and goddesses.


The Bardic Chronicles.


Bards told stories of times gone by. We remembered the ancient kings, their names and their exploits, their deeds, their marriages with the cities, the long lineages spanning hundreds or thousands of years, all this through these famous sacred bards. And all this was extremely important because they maintained and brought back the memory of those who were to be reincarnated later.

These chronicles kept in the memory of men should not have been written at the time, to keep the memory alive, with the style of professional artists maintaining the fire of vigils and the passion of the crowds. But there was another reason why these old stories were not written down, and that was because the bad men, the cowards, the losers, the tyrants and the murderous leaders who became mad with power, full of themselves because of of the divinity that was granted to them, well all of them had to disappear from memory to never be able to reincarnate again. We then voluntarily forgot their names, their actions and also the location of their graves. Of all the people, the kings and queens, the heroes of the people and the demigods who were to return, only the best were remembered and only those who were the beauties of the tales of the past. Of the others, nothing was to remain and the druids, the bards, then made their traces disappear in the sweeping waves of the great history of nations, peoples, languages, and tribes.




The spirits.



The standing stones.


It is said in Druidry that each place on this earth is special, and that each place has its queen. The standing stones are linked to the sky but not only that, they were placed in places marked by the magic of our ancestors. In fact, these stones served as landmarks for ancient people, like on a living map. We talk about magic, forces, special spirits when we discuss our experiences there. What is almost never said is that these places still belong to ancient people and that only their descendants can understand them and live near them. It is as if the ancient spirits were still there, protecting their land, their descendants, the traditions that are closest to them. Every location of the standing stones on this world belongs to the spirits and ancient gods and kings who lived there. There on these sites, luck only belongs to their descendants and misfortune to the invaders, as if they were still marked by tVery old magic.


Ducavavios.


Men, women, children and the elderly were all considered sacred beings, all having received the gift of eternal life. Also when one died, the physical body had to disappear from view so that the pain would go away with time from the hearts of the living.

The souls then went to live at night, and sometimes they manifested themselves in particular forms. This spirit of the night was called Ducavavios, a sort of entity that one could guess without actually seeing them. These souls owned the night, made it their world and left behind the harsh realities of earthly life. Ducavavios, having become a free soul, entered his night to reign there, he had to stay there for the time for him to be reincarnated again. It is said that some remained in their night and never returned to earth, taking refuge in broad daylight in deep cavities or perhaps also on the other side of the earth, where the sun never reaches them, remaining in their divine part of creation. It is sometimes said that certain men can go there, cross the night hidden under a cloak and bring back the secrets of the other world and the great palace of the gods.




The sacred wood.


Forests and woods, seats of primordial nature and the appearance of the gods of life, were objects of worship.

There were dedicated places, sacred woods and groves surrounded by palisades and ditches, and these groves belonged to the primordial gods. When people from the non-warlike, civilian population, from the noble caste, passed from life to death, they were offered a sanctuary around these woods, to bring them closer to the gods of primary purity. These woods belonged to civil and not military worship, a cult of the dead and eternal life, around trees considered to be the oldest witnesses of human history. The heads of these people were removed so that their spirits, thus freed from their earthly bodies, would mingle with those of the trees and thus return to serve the gods of original purity.



The language of the dead.


So we live and we die after having served our time. It is said that the dead are all reincarnated one day and take on a body of flesh. And as we miss those who have passed, we continue to talk to them. In the Gallic religion, the sacred language served to make the link between the other world and the world of the living. Some magician priests spoke to the dead through their reincarnation, and the Gallic language held secrets. The initiates knew how to understand when a situation was no longer normal, when the dead, interfering with the living, asked to return to earth. This magical language was practiced in places of worship. At certain times of the year it was believed to be able to speak with the heavens, the various gods and heroes of the past. There was a lot of speculation about people talking madly about being possessed by the soul of a deceased person wanting to be reincarnated. It was said that for the inhabitants of the other, dark world, luminous physical appearances were not necessarily very appreciable, on earth in return those of the physical world said the dark world was not very livable in truth nothing was worth it. expression and demonstrative beauty in the original light.

The sacred language in fact possessed the two sacred and irreconcilable faces of human duplicity. The two sides of a blade, that of the sword of destiny, depending on which side it fell the futility and seriousness of a situation changed as if by magic, because that was indeed the whole basis of its understanding...everything rested on two divine faces, luminous and dark, futility and seriousness had become demigods.


And the sacred language spoke for the living too, one of its primary precepts was to banish idleness and futility. People who did nothing, tourists, were very frowned upon by the population, people who unconsciously had fun had the reputation of being haunted by dusios, the forces of vice and malignity. Because among the Gauls we did not speak in the air and for nothing. This type of attitude had become punishable by the tutelary gods, the druids were responsible for ensuring respect for good moral order.


The bloody sky.


During the course of the numerous battles, everyone knows the divine law which their respective druids had shared with them.

Territorial defenses are noble and generate stability and wealth. Attacks from other territories are times when only the gods and goddesses decide the outcome of battles. There were winners and losers, the invaders if they won the battle had to thank the gods with numerous offerings so that they could be forgiven for the violence. But if they lost on the battlefield of a war they had started eEven then the gods feasted on their flesh at the sanctuaries. It was called the heavenly funeral of the loser. The bodies of enemy warriors who died in battle or were subsequently sacrificed were exposed in the sanctuary so that the birds of the sky would come and devour their corpses and bring their shares back to the gods of war. The heads of the bravest were cut off to preserve them in cedar oil and the others were burned so that they would never return to haunt the place...




Uirocatos.


Only truth should win on the battlefield, because it belonged to the gods.

This fight for the truth also took on many aspects in civilian life. Detestable behavior, liars, bandits, thieves or murderers were condemned to terrible penalties because it was considered throughout antiquity that they were impure spirits. The unclean spirit was akin to illness and evil spirits. Then it happened that they were condemned and put in public places to be tortured to warn people not to imitate them.

There is also an old tradition concerning these impure spirits, they had to be made to disappear permanently, body and property, even their valuable objects were destroyed or melted. So in a sort of religious act, Uirocatos, the fight for the truth, we ensured that they never returned. When it came to entire tribes who had harmed the victors, it was not uncommon for their names to be erased from all maps, always so that they would never reappear again. They were just evil spirits after all.


The sacred vessel.


And the druids had the cup, the waters of human history.

The soul of someone had been preserved in a vase, one of the gods who came to earth. The sacred vessel contained all the spiritual force of one of the original founders. This vase, this cup, was carved in such a way that one of the ancient kings could be recognized in it, and it belonged to the great goddess.

The container was guarded night and day by four guards. One day they said...he would come back and his magic with him. For this antiquity had been passed down from the age of magic, a time in history when priests, magicians, and all supernatural forces, were an integral part of the middle world.

But one day a thief came, all hooded in a silent cloak. He grabbed the object, and fled with it. There has been no further news since, but the spiritual force had gradually declined, leaving the magicians with little power. The bards also lost the strength that had possessed them until then and they sank into destitution, deprived of the ancient magic.

It is also said that if the vase were broken then the spirit of whoever was trapped there would escape, probably to be reincarnated. There are still some graphic clues to the existence of the cup, but what happened to it?

Many traffickers collect these Gallic objects from another time. Many have disappeared from museum coffers too. But this object...



The sacred body.


People entering religion were part of the sacred body of its guardians of dogma. The Gallic cosmogonic plan, with eight branches, representing the three worlds, underground, terrestrial and of the divinity living in the sky was then outlined on the believing and religious body. So from left to right too, the body was in its right part considered as belonging to human animality, flesh and blood, the central part was only human, and the left part belonged to the human spiritual world but only spiritual. Thus we wore clothes with certain marks corresponding to this cosmogonic plan in eight parts, the ninth being central.





AEREDA.


In a closed valley, war songs could be heard, this is where the rites of passages took place, through serious trials, Aereda, the boiling spirit of the great cauldron of the mountain, was honored. His altar was raised near the heavens, it was that of the courageous, of the virile warriors, it was a sacred domain and it was there that his disciples came to pray.

And the men died but they left descendants, those who were to perpetuate the blood of the dragon that they themselves had received from their progenitors, Aereda the red was there to ensure this. In this valley of the Pyrenne, in ancient times, this divine descent coming from the soil would have been honored.

The metal that made the dragon's weapons was taken from this valley where volcanism still sometimes rumbled, making all the strength of the ancestor of kings and great warriors heard and felt. In their veins and in their weapons flowed the same metal, and they were animated by fighting passions more than any being on this earth.

It was to this place that Aereda had come, an invincible spirit ascending from the flaming underground and reaching thetop of the mountains, almost up to the sky like a slender and gigantic peak. This one was to provide strength and vigor, the judgment of mortals, to bring fear into the hearts of the enemy. Aereda the Isarnon whose body was made of a winning metal and whose character was strong, it was the lava that circulated in his veins. So was he who transmitted the blood of the sacred dragon to our people in their swords and spears.

There, the sky sometimes takes on a deep red hue in the evening when the sun sets. On high promontories, there are the ferruginous veins which produced the precious metal, the incandescent hearths reprocessed the slag offered by the dragon.

Forged weapons were similarly sacred. Swords were synonymous with freedom and destiny, great spirituality and truth. This particular place where future warriors were educated was a cauldron of learning. To each warrior a sword, a destiny, the freedom to serve no one in particular, the equites took their destiny in their hands there. We forged weapons as we forged warrior bodies. Among the Gauls, it was the divinity of magical weapons, of the best quality there is, like that of the divine blood flowing in the body of the elect, all descendants and sons of the dragon.




Dullovios.


In the night, wandering souls are lost forever. In the dark woods and forests once lived one of them which had belonged to one of these adventurers, of those who did not listen to the prohibitions of the wise. Because it was forbidden to go deep into the dark forests otherwise you would never return to the village. It was said of lost people that their souls wandered forever in the darkness, victims of the revenge of the enchanters of the yew tree.

Thus the foggy spirit traveled for a long time without aim and without knowing anything of its destination, the magic carried it far from home. Sometimes he thought he heard the sounds of music and starting to dance, he imagined the sacred instruments of the gods playing around him. Divos thought he was happy but he no longer knew anything, at the slightest sign of life he ran to get lost even deeper. Already in the village they had said that he was not serious, that something bad would happen to him.

And then one day, hungry and weak, he found the light he was looking for in the middle of a clearing. This woke him up and suddenly he grabbed it and never let go. It is said that he returned home after years of wandering with light in his path, but he was much changed. In this everyone soon recognized that he was the only one who could lead them without losing them in the darkness. When he disappeared he was called Divos, but when he reappeared he was called Dullovios, he was given his new name because he had become a Druid.


Lagodos.


Among the Gauls, death does not exist; the vital substance flows out of the body to be reborn in another form.

Among certain mountain tribes, we remember Lagodos, an old man who cultivated himself all his life to honor the light of Lugus, that of the spirit. When the flame left his body, a strange glow rose to ascend the rocky slopes one last time. She almost reached the top of the mountain, the world of the gods above and it was there that a plant called lagoon, a veratre, grew.

In the landas, the damp peats where divine thought welcomed those who had risen.

Since that time, all the old sages were called "Lagodos" and the druidesses "Lagussa", those who rise with the peaks. They were said to be unique because they were always the only ones to settle up there. These mountain peats were considered sacred grounds where humans leave their mark. The myth says that it is in this humus that great spirits exist and will be nourished forever. For up there are all those who have entered eternity.