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The Celtic civilization which lasted 1,500 years and dominated Europe from Turkey in the east through Central Europe, France and Britain, is collapsing. The last remaining Celtic kingdom, Ireland is gripped by an internal crisis. The High King has been deposed by the warlord Connor Mc Nessa. The four provinces teeter on the brink of another civil war fueled by Maeve the brutal Queen of Connaught. Within this warlike society the future of Ireland and the existence of Celtic civilization falls squarely on the shoulders of a young warrior called CUCHULAINN. Teamed with his brother in arms, Ferdia, strengthened by his childhood sweetheart Emer and trained by warrior druidess Scathach. It is up to this reluctant hero to find the strength within himself to save the country he loves.

The legend of CuChulainn is the most famous Irish myth and arguably the most important original legend in Northern European literature. First transcribed by Irish monks in the eighth century it derives from an oral tradition that dates back a further thousand years or more. No other Celtic saga of it’s scope, power and magnificence has been preserved anywhere else in Europe. Indeed it is the only complete link to a pan-European Celtic civilization that once dominated the continent for two thousand years prior to it’s destruction at the hands of the Roman Empire.

It is this link to an almost forgotten European past that is a cornerstone of the appeal of CuChulainn. For not only is it a stirring story of love, conflict, treachery, valor and sacrifice but CuChulainn connects all Europeans to their world before the Roman conquest. As such it is a truly authentic glimpse into the first original and unique European Civilization. It is this linkage that we wish to promote. In this troubled time for Europe we wish to see CuChulainn not as just an Irish myth, but the archetypal European and world myth – weaving a story that transcends national boundaries and is in sync with the re-emergence of a common European and global human identity. CuChulainn therefore has strong appeal to Eurpoean and American audiences based on it’s magical storyline and it’s powerful connection to a common past.

We Irish should keep these personages much in our hearts, for they lived in the places where we ride and go marketing, and sometimes they have met one another on the hills that cast their shadows upon our doors at evening. If we will but tell these stories to our children the Land will begin again to be a Holy Land, as it was before men gave their hearts to Greece and Rome and Judea. When I was a child I had only to climb the hill behind the house to see long, blue, ragged hills flowing along the southern horizon. What beauty was lost to me, what depth of emotion is still perhaps lacking in me, because nobody told me, not even the merchant captains who knew everything, that Cruachan of the Enchantments lay behind those long, blue, ragged hills!

W.B. Yeats – introduction to Lady Gregory’s CuChulainn of Muirthemne

The wise sees knowledge and action as one; Bhagavad Gita

Hell has three gates: lust, anger, and greed; Bhagavad Gita

Karmani ave adhikars te
--you have the power to act only
ma phalesu kadachana
--you do not have the power to influence the result
ma karmaphal hetur bhoo
--therefore you must act without the anticipation of the result
ma sangostu akramani
--without succumbing to inaction

Bhagavad Gita –

Robert Graves has said that "English poetic education should, really, begin not with Canterbury Tales, not with the Odyssey, not even with Genesis, but with the Song of Amergin"

I invoke the land of Ireland
Much-coursed be the fertile sea,
Fertile be the fruit-strewn mountain,
Fruit-strewn be the showery wood,
Showery be the river of water-falls,
Of water-falls be the lake of deep pools,
Deep-pooled be the hill-top well,
A well of tribes be the assembly,
An assembly of the kings be Tara,
Tara be the hill of the tribes,
The tribes of the sons of Mil,
Of Mil of the ships, the barks,
Let the lofty bark be Ireland
Lofty Ireland, darkly sung,
An incantation of great cunning;
The great cunning of the wives of Bres,
The wives of Bres of Buaigne;
The great lady Ireland,
Eremon hath conquered her,
Ir, Eber have invoked for her.
I invoke the land of Ireland.

Taken from the “Book of invasions” Amergin was one of the leaders of the "Men of Míl", who battled the Tuatha Dé Danann (or the Faery Clan) for possession of Ireland

If you strike us down now, we shall rise again and renew the fight. You cannot conquer Ireland; you cannot extinguish the Irish passion for freedom; if our deed has not been sufficient to win freedom then our children will win it with a better deed. Padraig Pearse

" We have no right to believe that freedom can be won without struggle." Che Guevera

CuChulainn’s Warp Spasm – Described by Thomas Kinsella

"The Warp-Spasm overtook him : it seemed each hair was hammered into his head, so sharply they shot upright. You would swear a fire-speck tipped each hair. He squeezed one eye narrower than the eye of a needle; he opened the other wider than the mouth of a goblet. He bared his jaws to the ear; he peeled back his lips to the eye-teeth till his gullet showed. The hero-halo rose up from the crown of his head." View table of contents...



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