Monday, April 23, 2012

Dr. Who and the Celts

 

Well, today is just a day in this big universe.  I don't have much to say, but I do have a few things on my mind.

I've become a hopeless "Whovian."  Yes, I am addicted to Dr. Who.  I have just started Season 4.  I love love love it!  It makes me think alot about humanity, where it's come from, where it's going (it kinda does that to you, you know time travel and all).  And it makes me want to BE a time traveler.  Anyone care to invent a time machine?  I'm in!

I think if I could travel in time, as a historian, I would of course love to visit EVERYTHING in human history, from 200,000 years ago onward.  I would be a bit apprehensive about the idea of traveling forward, however.  I definitely have hope for the human species, however I am afraid to hope that we could survive if religion continues to dominate the political realm.  Sorry, but it just seems it is holding us back in every way. (Women's rights, science, gay rights, SCIENCE, and oh, yeah SCIENCE.)

But anyway, I suppose I would take the plunge if given a chance, to see what has happened to ourselves.  Also, seeing our little Earth eventually swallowed by the Sun and disappearing and cooling into a white dwarf would be quite a sight.  Almost a peaceful and serene event, once the fireworks have gone down.  I often think about that - the earth disappearing into the Sun.  No, our world will not last forever.  It will burn.  Which is funny when you compare it to the book of Revelations.  Oh, the Apocalypse.  So many cultures, peoples, and holy books have prophesied this.  Death is a natural part of the Universe.  Deal with it, people.

So, back to time travel.  I think the time period I would most like to visit right now would be...let's see...(difficult decision).  Aha!  Yes, I would like to go to the Iron Age of the Celts.  Because their mythology is AWESOME.  I have always been fascinated by pre-Christian Ireland, and would like to check it out.  Oh yeah, and to meet a Druid? Faeries and spells...Oh and by the way, fairies are EVIL. So, fairy-tales...are usually graphic, originally.

Here is an excerpt from my book called "Irish Fairy Tales" by Jeremiah Curtin:

The Midwife of Listowel

There was an old woman, a midwife, who lived in a little house by herself between this and Listowel.  One evening there was a knock at the door; she opened it, and what should she see but a man who said she was wanted, and to go with him quickly.  He begged her to hurry.  She made herself ready at once, the man waiting outside.  When she was ready the man sprang on a fine, large horse, and put her up behind him.  Away raced the horse then.  They went a great distance in a such a short time that it seemed to her only two or three miles.  They came to a splendid large house and went in.  The old woman found a beautiful lady inside.  No other woman was to be seen.  A child was born soon, and the man brought a vial of ointment, told the old woman to rub it on the child, but to have a great care and not touch her own self with it.  She obeyed him and had no intention of touching herself, but on a sudden her left eye itched.  She raised her hand, and rubbed the eye with one finger.  Some of the ointment was on her finger, and that instant she saw great crowds of people around her, men and women.  She knew that she was in a fort among fairies, and was frightened, but had courage enough not to show it, and finished her work.  The man came to her then, and said:

"I will take you home now." He opened the door, went out, sprang to the saddle, and reached his hand to her, but her eye was opened now and she saw that in place of a horse it was an old plough beam that was before her.  She was more in dread then than ever, but took her seat, and away went the plough beam as swiftly as the very best horse in the kingdom.  The man left her down at her own door, and she saw no more of him.  Some time after there was a great fair at Listowel.  The old midwife went to the fair, and there were big crowds of people on every side of her.  The old woman looked around for a while and what did she see but the man who had taken her away on a plough beam.  He was hurrying around, going in and out among the people, and no one knowing he was in it but the old woman.  At last the finest young girl at the fair screamed and fell in a faint-the fairy had thrust something into her side.  A crowd gathered around the young girl.  The old woman, who had seen all, made her way to the girl, examined her side, and drew a pin from it.  The girl recovered.

A little later the fairy made his way to the old woman.
"Have you ever seen me before?" asked he.
"Oh, maybe I have," said she.
"Do you remember that I took you to a fort to attend a young woman?"
"I do."
"When you anointed the child did you touch any part of yourself with the ointment I gave you?"
"I did whithout knowing it; my eye itched and I rubbed it with my finger."
"Which eye?"
"The left."
The moment he said that he struck her left eye and took the sight from it.  She went home blind of one eye, and was that way the rest of her life.

Isn't that awesomely creepy?

Now all I need is a Doctor.

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