The Druid Extermination

The Druid Extermination

Lyrics to "Perfect Strangers" as performed by Deep Purple, copyright, for education only.
Blackmore/Glover/Gillan)

Can you remember -- remember my name
As I flow through your life
A thousand oceans I have flown
And cold spirits of ice
All my life
I am the echo of your past

I am returning the echo of a point in time
Distant faces shine
A thousand warriors I have known
And laughing as the spirits appear
All your life
Shadows of another day

And if you hear me talking on the wind
You've got to understand
We must remain
Perfect Strangers

I know I must remain inside this silent
well of sorrow

A strand of silver hanging through the sky
Touching more than you see
The voice of ages in your mind
Is aching with the dead of the night
Precious life (your tears are lost in falling rain)

And if you hear me talking on the wind
You've got to understand
We must remain
Perfect Strangers

The above song lyrics, melody, and music, is the best, most effective "incarnate element" in existence - unless there's a Druid diary we don't know about locked in a Vatican vault, that best sums up the feelings, thoughts, and experiences of the Druids who survived the Roman invasion and chose to live in exile.

We don't know what the artists of this song consciously wanted to do, but from what we understand about musical artists, they seldom know themselves what they want to do, or why they want to do it.

It is the nature of music to "channel", and music has a special gift of not quite being constrained to a Time and Place in quite the way other mediums are. There is fashion, of course, and style, which may "date" any artistic endeavor. A book, depending upon how it's written, reflects the "flavor" of the prevailing style, vocabulary, and plot twists. A painting reflects the technology, training, and predisposition of an artist.

A song, like any other artistic medium, can be "dated" by technique, style, and popular expression, and yet transcend fashion simply by - as in books, or paintings - being "classic" as in reflecting an eternal or Universal truth.

The song, lyrics, and melody, as mentioned above, are not - in our opinion - mere poetry, as in, "gee, didn't someone have a poetic moment." Poetry, or any "grace in motion" in whatever medium should be recognized for its own sake. To us, there is poetry of the soul, and in our experience few truly heed the calling of their own souls.

Solomon did when he wrote his tribute to Sheba, and apparently, whoever edited the Bible seemed to correspond with this truth, for they left that particular segment in.

What, to us, is recognizable as a "calling of the soul" is any artistic effort, in any medium, to endeavor to create, express, or embody, any sort of universal or classic truism.

What this means, we think, is that if a group of editors get together and decide that some love and some hate a particular expression, then (thankfully) the editors are in tune enough - even when they disagree - to perceive that if enough (accredited) people feel strongly enough about something to bother to love it or hate it, then they recognize it must be of some merit simply because an individual piece garners that much recognition.

Thankfully (again) it's not always up to the critics. Sometimes it's left to the audiences to decide what they want. We know there were some critics who thought Elvis would be an absolute flop, and probably gave some valid, practical reasons why Elvis' failure must have been inevitable. And probably, at one time, people said mean things about the Beatles, just like they did the Rolling Stones, and so on, and so on.

We don't know if Deep Purple's "Perfect Strangers" succeeded or failed, given musical studios' preoccupation with certain charts regarding popularity. "Hit today" is what counts; "hit tomorrow" is forgotten before yesterday is over. However, even late, quiescent sales do tend to benefit record companies, and any song with lasting appeal - as "Perfect Strangers" has - is a song that gains momentum not by how many hear it, but by who hears it.

But why does the song mean so much to us, and why are we talking about it to this extent?

Because we feel that the song was channeled, and we would love to ask the authors of the song if they remember the creative process surrounding this song, and if it felt like they got the lyrics/inspiration inside, or outside, of their heads.

Because, as we hear the song, we hear it inside our heads. We hear it as an event that truly occurred. The song is not myth or legend to us; it is a diary. The diary is an event of extermination, and of the creation of exiles.

Not many did survive the invasion of the Romans in Eire, following the army of Patrick. We believe we had placed the number elsewhere in these pages as about 600, that we knew of, who made it to the New Lands with the aid of our Viking friends. Surely this is not all who survived, or got away, but the 600 or so are the ones we saw and could account for, who got away, as we did.

There were plenty of Druids who did survive; that we know. They learned to play stupid, or feeble, or just plain ignorant, and the Romans were too ignorant to know any better. Many Druids simply stopped doing anything "overtly Druid", like writing, singing, or dancing, and learned instead to compensate by scratching, warbling, or bouncing around, to keep any Romans from thinking they were in the company of Learned Ones of Grace and Knowledge.

It would be funny, really, if we didn't know better. The Druids who survived learned - or learned the appearance of - buffoonery, because the Romans were already used to that.

It's a good thing the Romans are gone, already, and don't know that the scribblings on the Druids' staffs were shorthand messages, and diaries. The Romans thought they had totally eradicated the Druids, and patted each other mightily for ridding Britannia of a great social pestilence.

What they did not know or credit was how much pestilence was to occur - namely because of Roman habit, and ignorance, in a foreign land. Thus, the number of Romans who died mysterious deaths were attributed to the exiled Druids, who were blamed for cursing the land before they left.

In fact, the Romans simply had allergies to foreign substances, and like any conquering army, underestimated the challenges of climate. That is where the superstition originated that only a Learned Woman can go into a grove of poison ivy and remain untouched. It is not that she is immune to the toxicity of poison ivy; it is that she is used to it, and has developed an allergen response to it.

She was a native.

It has been written before in these pages that the Druids who were exiled cursed their own births - and the land, but later recanted. It was the Romans who cursed the land by breaking something that had not been broken, (But, this is so typical of any Christian Imperialist movement.) The Romans cursed the Druids. They may as well have cursed Nature. They had forgotten their own.

But let's get back to the song, "Perfect Strangers" as performed by the British rock band Deep Purple. What does the song mean, what is it saying?

The way we hear the song, it is of course a remembrance of the exile. Ritchie Blackmore's bass-line is utterly evocative of the sound of drums beating in the woods, but is all the more poignant for being a "tone", repeated, in a somewhat "off" chord, which seems to be a flat, and yet, through sheer repetition and synchronization seems to work. The song is not a "pretty" song, but it is effective, and haunting.

It is hard NOT to read "deeper meaning" into the song. The song properly evokes the sensation of passion, resentment, and a sense of revenge, or at least comeuppance. More than that, the song implies, very much, "unfinished business." This is historically accurate. The Druids did not "swear revenge" as this was not their nature or training, but it is fair to say, at the least, that the Druids who did experience and survive the Roman invasion had at least this to say, "Well, that's a fine how-do-you-do!"

How the Druids felt was not duped, fooled, or suckered. They did not feel conned or cheated. How they felt was betrayed -- but not by government -- this distinction is important. How they felt was betrayed by Humanity, itself.

When it seemed Humanity had given up on the Druids, the Druids had no logical choice but to give up on Humanity. It was a two-way street, but the Druids were clever enough to come up with an alternative: to guide, rather than lead, Humanity, through Spirit. This choice was in fact sacrosanct in its very nature; to test Humanity through its own devices.

This is very important, because the theme underlies certain concepts that later generated regarding curses, plagues, etc.

The Druids who survived the extermination simply withdrew their energies from fomenting the wealth and comfort of the Earth. This bred no end of resentment, as if the servants had gone on strike.

"Well sure, dearie, I can understand why you were mad at them and chose not to renew your contract, but why take it out on us?"

"Because, dearie, it was also part of your contract to keep us safe, and you failed to do so."

"Dear, dear. I'm sure there is some merit to your complaint, but in the meantime, could you see to it that the lights come back on for us, we who have always been your friends, and mean no ill will toward you?"

We would love to oblige you, dearie, but the problem is, you see, that you were supposed to keep a look-out. If you had, perhaps the lights would not have gone out in the first place."

Ahem.

The contract between Humanity, collectively had already been broken, at least in the third-dimension, in the physical dense. It was because of the exile that many, many Druids, incarnate and discarnate, decided the smart thing to do was to go back to the original Plan, one soul in, and two out of incarnation as guiding spirits.

How that slacked off in the first place, we don't know; we have never trusted any contracts on this planet. But perhaps we were as gullible as all the others, thinking Earth was a Paradise (already) with Peace already bought (or earned), and perhaps we just got too comfortable.

The exile was simply one more affirmation that whatever Souls do on this planet Earth is going to have to be done the hard way, through incarnation, the karmic wheel, and eventually, the Light of Judgment. It has been almost 2,000 years since that cataclysmic event, and we see that little has changed, and Destiny has NOT been re-written through the effort of a group of meritorious Souls.

However, this does not mean we have "written off" the Earth. Indeed, we can't leave until this business has been resolved in a satisfactory fashion. But what we can do, and have done, is simply to change our tactics to address problems. The Druids no longer incarnate "en masse"; but, like the Wizards who remained incarnate and survived, we can appear dull-witted, if necessary, or soft when aggression rears its head, or slow when nimbleness is demanded.

The "test" is not ours; it is for those who seek the poor, the weak, and small ones, hoping to expose their weaknesses, and thereby gain the appearance of mastery through a false sense of entitlement and domination. These are the ones who thwart our collective attempt at seeking Cosmic Mercy, a new concept in both the Affairs of Humanity and of Spirit.

Thus, the Druids remain. Some are incarnate, but many more are not. Since 347 A.D., more Druids remain out of incarnation than in, at any given time.

There are many, many blessed souls that remain in the wheel of incarnation. But precious few of those are Druids, though some do seek to emulate the appearance of Druidry, probably because they resonate and miss their old friends. However, no matter how well-intentioned, they cannot replicate this appearance of Druidic manifestation.

Humanity has made a choice; it has yet to be seen what other choices might have been made, or will be made. Until then, we are only waiting.

And if you hear me talking on the wind
You've got to understand
We must remain
Perfect Strangers

Love, Galadriel
7/21/2004
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