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Title: Myths and legends ; the Celtic race
Year: 1910 (1910s)
Authors: Rolleston, T. W. (Thomas William), 1857-1920
Subjects: Celts Celts Celtic literature Legends, Celtic
Publisher: Boston : Nickerson
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University
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Word—God pronounced His ineffable Nameand the Manred was formed. The Manred wasthe primal substance of the universe. It was conceivedas a multitude of minute indivisible particles—atoms,in fact—each being a microcosm, for God is completein each of them, while at the same time each is a partof God, the Whole. The totality of being as it nowexists is represented by three concentric circles. Theinnermost of them, where life sprang from Annwn, iscalled Abred, and is the stage of struggle and evolu-tion—the contest of life with Cythrawl. The next is * Pronounced An noon. It was the word used in the earlyliterature for Hades or Fairyland. 333 MYTHS OF THE CELTIC RACE the circle of Gwynfyd, or Purity, in which life ismanifested as a pure, rejoicing force, having attainedits triumph over evil. The last and outermost circle iscalled Ceugant,** or Infinity. Here all predicates failus, and this circle, represented graphically not by abounding line, but by divergent rays, is inhabited by
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The Circles of Being God alone. The following extract from Barddas,in which the alleged bardic teaching is conveyed incatechism form, will serve to show the order of ideas inwhich the writers mind moved: Q. Whence didst thou proceed ? *A. I came from the Great World, having mybeginning in Annwn. Q. Where art thou now ? and how camest thou towhat thou art ? A. I am in the Little World, whither I camehaving traversed the circle of Abred, and now I am aMan, at its termination and extreme limits. Q. What wert thou before thou didst become aman, in the circle of Abred ? A. I was in Annwn the least possible that wascapable of life and the nearest possible to absolutedeath ; and I came in every form and through every334 BARDIC PHILOSOPHY form capable of a body and life to the state of manalong the circle of Abred, where my condition wassevere and grievous during the age of ages, ever sinceI was parted in Annwn from the dead, by the gift ofGod, and His great generosity, and His unlimited ande
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ASH WEDNESDAY GREETING FROM ROLLER
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A HAPPY ASH WEDNESDAY TO YOU AND YOURS
A RATHER COCKEYED DISCLAIMER (OF SORTS)
CIRCA 1943-44…AS A VERY YOUNG CHILD, MY OLDER BROTHER WAS AN IMAGINATIVE, EGOTISTICAL ARIES MANIAC WHO WOULD WARN ME (SAGITTARIUS) SHOULD I LEAVE MY CLOSET DOOR OPEN AT NIGHT, JESUS WOULD APPEAR (GLOWING INSIDE)…HE ALSO RELISHED INFORMING ME (UNSOLICITED) CONCERNING THE MEANINGS GIVING RISE TO VARIOUS HOLIDAYS AND OTHER SOCIOLOGICALLY REPETITIVE OBSERVANCES. EXAMPLE? WE LIVED IN TEXAS. THERE WAS NO SNOW ON THE ROOF TO ACCOMMODATE A CHRISTMAS EVE LANDING BY SANTA…SO, SANTA WOULD FLY OVER THE HOUSE AND DELIVER MY GIFTS TO THE FRONT PORCH VIA PARACHUTE. I HAD NO IDEA IT WAS MY BROTHER WHO TIED STRINGS TO THE BED SHEET…THEN TO THE BUNDLE CONTAINING ALL MY GIFTS…STOMPED AROUND REAL GOOD AND LOUD ON THE FRONT PORCH ROOF…SHOVED THE WHOLE SHEBANG OVER THE EDGE OF THE ROOF…ALWAYS MADE SURE ONE OF THE GIFTS WAS BROKEN TO INSURE BELIEF. WENT FROM THERE…YOU CAN IMAGINE HOW THE EXPLANATION OF ASH WEDNESDAY, EASTER, PASSOVER, ET ALL WAS "HANDLED"…
ASH WEDNESDAY APPARENTLY HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH AN IMPOSITION OF ASHES SOMETIME FORTY DAYS PRIOR TO EASTER, AND REPRESENTED A LITURGICAL PERIOD OF ABSTINENCE. IT FOLLOWED SHROVE TUESDAY (WHICH WAS PRETTY SCARY IN ITSELF)…
THE FOLLOWING PAINTING IS "FINISHED" (NO SMOKE ON GLADYS’ BUTT, YET) BUT SHOWN UNFRAMED, AND MINUS THE TWO NARRATIVES, (PENCIL ON PAPER UNDER GLASS) ALSO FRAMED, WHICH WILL FLANK THE PAINTING ON THE RIGHT AND LEFT SIDES…A TRIPTYCH.
THE NARRATIVES ARE NOT YET COMPLETE…BUT THEY COMPRISE A PRETTY HAIRY ACCOUNTING OF A TOTALLY SKEWED MISINTERPRETATION OF ASH WEDNESDAY…YOU CAN BET ON IT…ONE IN WHICH MEG (LEFT) WOULD GET EM READY, TOM (RIGHT) WOULD STACK EM, AND JUDY (CENTER -BUT SEEN AS HER OTHER, CRANKY MENOPAUSAL SELF, GLADYS, THE SMOKING PUSSY) WOULD TRY TO HOLD STILL AND/OR ABSTAIN. IT’S PRETTY CERTAIN THE INTERPRETATION EVOLVED A CONFUSED CONGLOMERATE COMPRISED OF JACOB’S LADDER, THE LEANING TOWER OF PIZZA, THE BURNING BUSH, AND NO TELLING WHAT ELSE.
ONCE ALL IS FINISHED, TITLED, AND PHOTOGRAPHED, I WILL SEND OUT INFORMATION. I JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW I AM BREATHING, AND TO SEND A GREETING (AND A LICK AND A PROMISE)…(AND A LOVELY BUNCH OF COCONUTS)…MORE LATER, ROLLER
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