Happy St. Patrick's Day to all

[pyrangello]

I posted this here due to the importance of the current threads going and st. patricks day is a very special spiritual day . My last name use to start with an O' but it got dropped in ellis island when my relatives came over from Ireland. That said I celebrate this day with a pint of Guinness later today and a fine toast to the avalon family. With all the anxiety in the world there is a group of us , (the majority of people in this world) that live in peace, have honor, and love their family , country , and faith. It is a grand day to forget all the BS in the world and share a smile, were gonna be ok .

[RunningDeer]

* 3/18/23 - Updated post due to change in tone of thread.

[Tintin]

Posted by pyrangello (here)
I posted this here due to the importance of the current threads going and st. patricks day is a very special spiritual day . My last name use to start with an O' but it got dropped in ellis island when my relatives came over from Ireland. That said I celebrate this day with a pint of Guinness later today and a fine toast to the avalon family. With all the anxiety in the world there is a group of us , (the majority of people in this world) that live in peace, have honor, and love their family , country , and faith. It is a grand day to forget all the BS in the world and share a smile, were gonna be ok .

And to you too

In the UK, it's a year-to-the-day when pubs, closed for the first time during the pandemic (sic). That's a sobering thought, so to speak .

[gord]

I got called lil' leprachaun by a member of neighboring family of 12 when I was a kid. Both parents, and all but one kid had red hair.

There's usually a huge parade/street-party around here about now, but not this year. Anyway, not that I do this any more (er, not much or often):

Water is the strong stuff,
I carries whales and ships.
but water is the wrong stuff.
Don't let it get past your lips.

It wets you suits, and rots your boots,
puts aches in all of your bones.
Dilute the stuff with whiskey.
Aye! Or leave it well alone.

[avid]

Happy memories of my funniest neighbours, who brought bottles of ‘holy water’ lethal intoxicant back from their hols, burnt cabbage every Sunday, smashed milk bottles every time they opened their front door, and had the maddest doorbell songs at each pressing... Ave Maria, etc etc.
Great funniest neighbours. Put stuff out at the back for trash collection, including olde wc seat, and when I said it had gone and was used.. “Jimmy, get rid of that bog seat, she’s sat on it...” Treasured memories. Hope Jimmy overcame his disabilty after breaking his leg falling down his toilet, and other daft escapades😂😂😂

[avid]

I feel I must impart another ghastly scenario...
The ‘holy water’ brought home from Ireland, was in a lemonade bottle.
Invited to a party, I took the lethal stuff told the host it was ‘holy water’, and left it in the kitchen, listening to “scotch and lemonade”, “vodka and lemonade” until when I got one realised it was the holy water bottle, folk collapsing, had to pour it into plant pots.
My neighbours were joyous at the results of their ‘lemonade’ escapade... Toxic party pariah... Ah well 😈😈

[Hym]

A beautiful friend of mine, a fine Irish lass for sure, upon listen'in to me run a poem by her in an Irish brogue
said...
"You do sound Irish, Dear, But'cha hav'int said one single Fok. That'll shurley give 'ya away."
"Just like yer P's and Q's, you've gotta keep up your Foks if ya care.
Happy Fok'N Sent Pattie's Day to Ya!"

[toppy]

I don't have any story to tell but I feel so strongly attached to all of you with your stories. I feel like I am also Irish (maybe in another incarnation).

[pueblo]

Happy Paddy's day to all.

I think it is worth remembering that the "snakes" that St Patrick drove out of Ireland were the Druids along with their ancient knowledge, wisdom and spirituality.

On St Patricks day I tend to remember the snakes and wish they were still with us.

[DeDukshyn]

Posted by Hym (here)
A beautiful friend of mine, a fine Irish lass for sure, upon listen'in to me run a poem by her in an Irish brogue
said...
"You do sound Irish, Dear, But'cha hav'int said one single Fok. That'll shurley give 'ya away."
"Just like yer P's and Q's, you've gotta keep up your Foks if ya care.
Happy Fok'N Sent Pattie's Day to Ya!"

Nailed the accent

Fun fact: "Mind yer P's and Q's!" was what the bartender would yell when the patrons got too rowdy or nosy ... it means "calm down and mind your drinks" -- P's being pints, and Q's being quarts.

[avid]

Who doesn’t love the Irish sense of humour!
The funniest ever was the Father Ted series, the characters were stupendous.

https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0111958/

[RunningDeer]

Posted by avid (here)
Who doesn’t love the Irish sense of humour!
The funniest ever was the Father Ted series, the characters were stupendous.

https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0111958/

Here’s 25 free episodes of the Father Ted series.

[avid]

N/A this link in uk, but just google ‘father ted’ and loads of links to free streaming 👍👍

[David Trd1]

Father Ted is gold!

I`m from the old country myself but havent laid eyes on it for over a decade and wont be back for some time,

Save that, would recommend this for some joyful reading



Happy Paddys day (retrospectovely)

[pueblo]

Paidir an Draoi - The Druid's Prayer

Tabhair dúinn a OllSpiorad do chosaint
Grant, Oh Great Spirit, your protection
Agus i gCosaint Neart
And, in protection, strength
Agus i Neart Tuiscint
And, in strength, understanding
Agus i dTuiscint Eolas
And, in understanding, knowledge
Agus i nEolas Eolas an Chirt
And, in knowledge, the knowledge of justice
Agus i nEolas an Chirt an grá faoi
And, in the knowledge of justice, the love of it
Agus i nGrá faoi an grá do na beathaí ar fad
And in the love of it, the love of all existences
Agus i nGrá do na beathaí ar fad an Grá do OllSpiorad
And in the love of all existences, the love of the Great Spirit
agus gach maitheas a bhaineann leis
And of all goodness.

[RunningDeer]

Posted by David Trd1 (here)
Father Ted is gold!

I`m from the old country myself but havent laid eyes on it for over a decade and wont be back for some time,

Save that, would recommend this for some joyful reading

Happy Paddys day (retrospectovely)

“Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom,” by John O’Donohue

PROLOGUE

IT IS STRANGE TO BE HERE. THE MYSTERY NEVER LEAVES YOU alone. Behind your image, below your words, above your thoughts, the silence of another world waits. A world lives within you. No one else can bring you news of this inner world. Through the opening of the mouth, we bring out sounds from the mountain beneath the soul. These sounds are words. The world is full of words. There are so many talking all the time, loudly, quietly, in rooms, on streets, on television, on radio, in the paper, in books. The noise of words keeps what we call the world there for us. We take each other’s sounds and make patterns, predictions, benedictions, and blasphemies. Each day, our tribe of language holds what we call the world together. Yet the uttering of the word reveals how each of us relentlessly creates. Everyone is an artist. Each person brings sound out of silence and coaxes the invisible to become visible.

Humans are new here. Above us, the galaxies dance out toward infinity. Under our feet is ancient earth. We are beautifully molded from this clay. Yet the smallest stone is millions of years older than us. In your thoughts, the silent universe seeks echo.

rooms, on streets, on television, on radio, in the paper, in books. The noise of words keeps what we call the world there for us. We take each other’s sounds and make patterns, predictions, benedictions, and blasphemies. Each day, our tribe of language holds what we call the world together. Yet the uttering of the word reveals how each of us relentlessly creates. Everyone is an artist. Each person brings sound out of silence and coaxes the invisible to become visible. Humans are new here. Above us, the galaxies dance out toward infinity. Under our feet is ancient earth. We are beautifully molded from this clay. Yet the smallest stone is millions of years older than us. In your thoughts, the silent universe seeks echo.

An unknown world aspires toward reflection. Words are the oblique mirrors that hold your thoughts. You gaze into these word-mirrors and catch glimpses of meaning, belonging, and shelter. Behind their bright surfaces is the dark and the silence. Words are like the god Janus, they face outward and inward at once.

If we become addicted to the external, our interiority will haunt us. We will become hungry with a hunger no image, person, or deed can still. To be wholesome, we must remain truthful to our vulnerable complexity. In order to keep our balance, we need to hold the interior and exterior, visible and invisible, known and unknown, temporal and eternal, ancient and new, together. No one else can undertake this task for you. You are the one and only threshold of an inner world. This wholesomeness is holiness. To be holy is to be natural, to befriend the worlds that come to balance in you. Behind the facade of image and distraction, each person is an artist in this primal and inescapable sense. Each one of us is doomed and privileged to be an inner artist who carries and shapes a unique world.

Human presence is a creative and turbulent sacrament, a visible sign of invisible grace. Nowhere else is there such intimate and frightening access to the mysterium. Friendship is the sweet grace that liberates us to approach, recognize, and inhabit this adventure. This book is intended as an oblique mirror in which you might come to glimpse the presence and power of inner and outer friendship. Friendship is a creative and subversive force. It claims that intimacy is the secret law of life and universe. The human journey is a continuous act of transfiguration. If approached in friendship, the unknown, the anonymous, the negative, and the threatening gradually yield their secret affinity with us. As an artist, the human person is permanently active in this revelation. The imagination is the great friend of the unknown. Endlessly, it invokes and releases the power of possibility. Friendship, then, is not to be reduced to an exclusive or sentimental relationship; it is a far more extensive and intensive force.

The Celtic mind was neither discursive nor systematic. Yet in their lyrical speculation the Celts brought the sublime unity of life and experience to expression. The Celtic mind was not burdened by dualism. It did not separate what belongs together. The Celtic imagination articulates the inner friendship that embraces Nature, divinity, underworld, and human world as one. The dualism that separates the visible from the invisible, time from eternity, the human from the divine, was totally alien to them. Their sense of ontological friendship yielded a world of experience imbued with a rich texture of otherness, ambivalence, symbolism, and imagination. For our sore and tormented separation, the possibility of this imaginative and unifying friendship is the Celtic gift.

{snip}

[triquetra]

Posted by pueblo (here)
Happy Paddy's day to all.

I think it is worth remembering that the "snakes" that St Patrick drove out of Ireland were the Druids along with their ancient knowledge, wisdom and spirituality.

On St Patricks day I tend to remember the snakes and wish they were still with us.

They are still with us in one form or another... It is interesting to realize that he also worked to push orthodox Christianity overtop of the proto-orthodox variants like Gnosticism that were practised peacefully alongside the older forms of spirituality like Druidism.

The description the Gnostics gave of the demi-urge, as one that had meddled with human civilization, was an important compliment to the Druidic notions of the Horned One and the Goddess, and it speaks to what little we can recover of what really happened over the many centuries since.. it took quite a bit of effort to snuff out the truths of both equally valid lines of thought.

It is interesting to think of Patrick as having got caught up in something quite difficult to understand at the time, before the orthodoxy became organized enough to truly leverage its power across a large portion of the civilized world, but easier now to understand for us looking back upon the rather strange timeline of human history (ask yourself, why were the 'dark ages' so incredibly long?)

And so I use this holiday as a reminder, that we owe it to ourselves to try and pick up the pieces from our past lives and connect the dots, recover the fragments of truth that a broken oral tradition was no longer able to pass forward from generation to generation.

[Mike Gorman]

Posted by pyrangello (here)
I posted this here due to the importance of the current threads going and st. patricks day is a very special spiritual day . My last name use to start with an O' but it got dropped in ellis island when my relatives came over from Ireland. That said I celebrate this day with a pint of Guinness later today and a fine toast to the avalon family. With all the anxiety in the world there is a group of us , (the majority of people in this world) that live in peace, have honor, and love their family , country , and faith. It is a grand day to forget all the BS in the world and share a smile, were gonna be ok .

My name was originally O'Gorman but my ancestors dropped the O because Irish people were terribly treated back in the early 1900's, to get work you had to be 'English'.
To be sure, happy Saint Paddy's day to all my Irish compatriots and journeymen. I have been looking recently at the folklore and present day stories about the 'others' the spiritual folk of Ireland (falsely named 'little people').

[Johnnycomelately]

This Saint’s day ain’t over yet, for me, until I fall asleep. So (being a quarter Irish myself) here’s a fun and tasteful celebratory nod to the famed and feared Irish penchant for violence.

The AR-180: The IRA’s Lucky Charm

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“Happy St. Paddy’s day everyone!”

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=9ja5_gJ3nmc

[Ewan]

Posted by pueblo (here)
Happy Paddy's day to all.

I think it is worth remembering that the "snakes" that St Patrick drove out of Ireland were the Druids along with their ancient knowledge, wisdom and spirituality.

On St Patricks day I tend to remember the snakes and wish they were still with us.

Well thank you so much for that little pearl of wisdom, I'd never considered that but it makes sense from what I was recently reading. Where I am currently living the nearby town was to be having a big parade on the 17th, a lot of Ireland does the same, so I thought I should at least know who St Patrick was reputed to be.

Who would have ever thought the Irish would adopt an Englishman as their patron saint. As to the freeing Ireland of snakes I was deeply puzzled but never thought to view it more allegorically. Patrick (not his real name) arrived back in Ireland after having joined the church and hence trained by the Catholic priesthood. He'd previously spent some 17? years here as a prisoner engaged in labour but escaped back to England. That he would reach sainthood for driving out Druids is quite sad really but I guess it suited the RC Church very much.

I fell in love with Irish Rebel Music almost as soon as I heard it and remember playing some to my Aunt, a scottish lady of firm opinions and my mother's sister. It suddenly dawned on her what some of the lyrics were saying and she asked, in a mildly accusatory tone - "These aren't songs glorifying the IRA are they Ewan?" She had been foot tapping along to them up to this point. When I agreed they were but pointed out it was the IRA of the 1920's not the current incarnation, (it was around the time of the troubles with bombs going off in mainland England). She wouldn't listen to another moment and insisted I turn it off.
I did ask her is she had forgotten all about the highland clearances but she either didn't know about them or they held no relevance in her opinion. The conversation was over.

Anyway, a couple of Irish Rebel Songs for the holiday..

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=XpIVOaAps5g

And my personal favourite...

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=keWnPZOd2cw