We were pretty chuffed that we solved most of Agent Weebley’s riddles within 1 post . . and some of Steve’s too!
As we high-fived each other and floated over towards the coastline, we suddenly got a chill.
As we looked down, we saw many armed men on their way to some boats getting ready to set sail. Epstein decided to go down amongst them to see what was going on. We are floating some distance away above a forest.
I decided to jump on the internet to see if I could find out what was going on more quickly.
I won . . . and Epstein is off-line down there . . . I hope he can find the 3 green laser beams twirling around in this forest, and gets back here soon. Things seem to be taking a violent turn . . . and we have just gone back in time further than around 750 AD. The Blathmac poem recital referencing druids appeared around 750 AD.
The man at the head of the procession is Lóegaire mac Néill, a 5th century High King of Ireland. They are about to set off for a raid in either Britain or Gaul (France.)
This is sometime around 450 to 550 AD. The Irish are doing the Gilgamesh thing.
I hope he comes back soon . . . I smell trouble . . . and cannot figure out why we are flipping back in time like this . . .
Epstein . . . the forest . . . not the trees
Here we go. Epstein just sent me a text:
Come down here, man. You’re not going to believe who’s here!
No way. Send
OMG . . . another incoming from Epstein.
OK, we’re coming up.
No-one here yet . . . where the heck is Epstein . . . and who does he have with him?
I’m not sure what is going on. Why has Epstein, and whoever is now with him, not arrived yet?
I have been recapping what happened here yesterday, but something seems to be missing from the equation. I have no idea what. We went down the “Rush” road, which proved to be a hemispherical tie in to Gerard O’Neill.
But that Yashar video from Cabaret Voltaire keeps nagging at me . . . I had immediately googled “Yashar” at the time, and got only 1 meaningful reference:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yashar
That led me to Harlan Ellison and “Demon With A Glass Hand”
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Demon_with_a_Glass_Hand
Which makes sense. Agent Weebely and Steve Munster are probably working as a team again . . . Steve’s cryptic email to Tony Morgan and Agent Weebley’s cryptic clues he left for us . . . they are somehow connected.
I then found the Outer Limits “Demon With The Glass Hand” video on YouTube. Here is part 1. Embedding is disabled so you will have to click the YouTube account where it says 6 videos for part 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6.
Maybe us landing in Ireland in circa 750 is finger number 1 . . . bouncing back to circa 500 is finger number 2.
I think we are going to bounce back once more . . . finger number 3.
Then I will be able to extrapolate what is happening to us here.
Still no sign of Epstein and his “guest.”
I went back to the wiki article on druids again.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Druid
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A druid was a member of the priestly class in Britain, Ireland, and Gaul (France), and possibly other parts of Celtic Europe and Galatia during the Iron Age and possibly earlier. Very little is known about the ancient druids. They left no written accounts about themselves and the only evidence is a few descriptions left by Greek, Roman and various scattered authors and artists, also stories created by later medieval Irish writers.[2] While archaeological evidence has been uncovered pertaining to the religious practices of the Iron Age people, “not one single artefact or image has been unearthed that can undoubtedly be connected with the ancient Druids.
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Er, how about Stonehenge? And the “human sacrifice” label sounds like Roman propaganda . .
I was wondering about Tara, as that also looks like the work of druids. I googled it . . .
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tara
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Tara, the mother goddess in the Druidic religion
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Er, wha!
This is getting interesting . . .
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Druid
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The modern English word druid derives from the Latin druides (pronounced [druˈides]), which itself was considered by ancient Roman writers to come from the native Celtic Gaulish word for these figures.[9][10][11] Other Roman texts also employ the form druidae, while the same term was used by Greek ethnographers as δρυΐδης (druidēs).[12][13] Although no extant Romano-Celtic inscription is known to contain the form,[9] the word is cognate with the later insular Celtic words, Old Irish druí (“druid, sorcerer”) and early Welsh dryw (“seer”).[11] Based on all available forms, the hypothetical proto-Celtic word may then be reconstructed as *dru-wid-s (pl. *druwides) meaning “oak-knower”. The two elements go back to the Proto-Indo-European roots *deru-[14] and *weid- “to see”.[15] The sense of “oak-knower” (or “oak-seer”) is confirmed by Pliny the Elder,[11] who in his Natural History etymologised the term as containing the Greek noun δρύς (drus), “oak-tree”[16] and the Greek suffix -ιδης (-idēs).[17] The modern Irish word for Oak is Dara, as it derives to anglicised placenames like Derry, and Kildare (literally the “church of oak”). There are many stories and lore about saints, heroes, and oak trees, and also many local stories and superstitions (called pishogues) about trees in general, which still survive in rural Ireland. Both Irish druí and Welsh dryw could also refer to the wren,[11] possibly connected with an association of that bird with augury bird in Irish and Welsh tradition (see also Wren Day).[11][18]
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Oak. I remembered a comment from amanfromMars recently . . .
http://www.ur2die4.com/?p=2300
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Methinks this says it all and more, …… in a nutshell and acorn of a post here …… http://heddinout.com/?p=7251#comment-12834
Towers was asked, “Will you tell me why a government with power to create money, should give that power away to a private monopoly, and then borrow that which parliament can create itself, back at interest, to the point of national bankruptcy?” He replied, “If Parliament wants to change the form of operating the banking system, then certainly that is within the power of Parliament.”
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Agent Weebley never did answer amanfromMars on that one . . . how odd. He’s usually quite polite about answering questions.
Anyway, it seems to me that druids drifted and extended across the world, but were then stamped out in favour of Christianity. All very interesting, but I need to make sense of why I’m now alone here in the past, around 500 AD, where the Irish are going on raids, just like the epic Mesopotamian raids up North, bringing back cedar and telling lies about how they got all that great stuff.
Lies, propaganda, wars, killing . . . we need balance to come back to us.
OMG . . . Agent Weebley felt bad about his parting comment on The Irish Times . . . he thought he would offend the Irish Catholics!
. . . my mind is not for rent, to any god or government . . .
http://heddinout.com/?p=7279#comment-12875
We need balance . . . balance sheet.
Epstein . . . come back!
Welcome to Blarnia, Agent Heggle!
Well done!
Hi Agent DelKey! Glad to see you . . . that was a tough slog.
Man, that was funny! Agent DelKey and I were laughing our friggin; heads off at you. He told me Agent Weebley threw us deep into Blarnia to show all Irish people that their ancestors are druids. And you finally figured it out . . . all on your own. Good show!
And now Agent Weebley can come back and show everyone how balance can be restored . . . using the balance sheet.
The meek shall inherit the earth . . . Aslan says The 86.2 million Irish have assumed control . . . they just need to be made aware of their powers.
LYRICS:
I. Overture (0:00)
And the meek shall inherit the earth…
II. Temples of Syrinx (4:33)
We’ve taken care of everything
The words you read, the songs you sing
The pictures that give pleasure to your eyes.
It’s one for all and all for one
We work together, common sons
Never need to wonder how or why.
We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx
Our great computers fill the hallowed halls.
We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx
All the gifts of life are held within our walls.
Look around at this world we’ve made
Equality our stock in trade
Come and join the Brotherhood of Man
Oh, what a nice, contented world
Let the banners be unfurled
Hold the Red Star proudly high in hand.
We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx
Our great computers fill the hallowed halls.
We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx
All the gifts of life are held within our walls.
III. Discovery (6:47)
What can this strange device be?
When I touch it, it gives forth a sound
It’s got wires that vibrate and give music
What can this thing be that I found?
See how it sings like a sad heart
And joyously screams out its pain
Sounds that build high like a mountain
Or notes that fall gently like rain.
I can’t wait to share this new wonder
The people will all see its light
Let them all make their own music
The Priests praise my name on this night.
IV. Presentation (10:16)
I know it’s most unusual
To come before you so
But I’ve found an ancient miracle
I thought that you should know
Listen to my music
And hear what it can do
There’s something here as strong as life
I know that it will reach you.
Yes, we know, it’s nothing new
It’s just a waste of time
We have no need for ancient ways
Our world is doing fine
Another toy that helped destroy
The elder race of man
Forget about your silly whim
It doesn’t fit the plan.
I can’t believe you’re saying
These things just can’t be true
Our world could use this beauty
Just think what we might do.
Listen to my music
And hear what it can do
There’s something here as strong as life
I know that it will reach you.
Don’t annoy us further!
We have our work to do.
Just think about the average
What use have they for you?
Another toy that helped destroy
The elder race of man
Forget about your silly whim
It doesn’t fit the plan!
V. Oracle: The Dream (13:58)
I wandered home though the silent streets
And fell into a fitful sleep
Escape to realms beyond the night
Dream can’t you show me the light?
I stand atop a spiral stair
An oracle confronts me there
He leads me on light years away
Through astral nights, galactic days
I see the works of gifted hands
That grace this strange and wondrous land
I see the hand of man arise
With hungry mind and open eyes
They left our planets long ago
The elder race still learn and grow
Their power grows with purpose strong
To claim the home where they belong
Home to tear the Temples down…
Home to change!
VI. Soliloquy (15:58)
The sleep is still in my eyes
The dream is still in my head
I heave a sigh and sadly smile
And lie a while in bed
I wish that it might come to pass
Not fade like all my dreams…
Just think of what my life might be
In a world like I have seen!
I don’t think I can carry on
Carry on this cold and empty life
My spirits are low in the depths of despair
My lifeblood…
…spills over…
VII. The Grand Finale (18:19)
Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation
Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation
Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation
We have assumed control
We have assumed control
We have assumed control