Running

Running, got to run faster. People are running with me, lots of people. Got to be the fastest, can’t fall behind. There are people yelling, screaming, got to up the pace. Somebody running beside me “come on! You have to run faster!”
My legs hurt, my chest is burning and my heart is beating so hard I think it’s going to break my ribs, not as bad as what will happen if I slow down. I push harder, the shouting man falls behind. I feel sick, I vomit my lunch up, all down my shirt, can’t stop to clean up. Feels like I’ve been running for hours.

*

“I wonder what Mike is up to?” said one of the men at the table.
“I dunno, didn’t he have that thing this afternoon?” said a second
“Haha! I remember, he’s awfully keen! Do either of you two know what the fuck that noise is?” said the third

*

Another bang, it’s almost deafening. It sounds like the screaming is getting louder. The crowds are denser. I run faster. I feel like I’m about to pass out. I pass the last person ahead of me, the way is clear. I break into a full sprint, pushing as hard as I can. I see lots of flashing lights. The screaming has become so loud I can’t even hear it any more. It feels like its been hours, but I think I might make it. The lights are blinding now. Fifty metres and I’m there, I’ve done it. Run faster dammit! I’m going to make it.

*

News Report
Congratulations go to Michael Jones today for his world record breaking time at the London marathon, he had this to say:

“Thankyou, it feels wonderful, I’d just like to say something to my friends who’re probably sitting in some café in the city feeling smug: you owe me five grand, c---BLEEP---s”

In other news a city building collapsed today killing several customers at a cafe in central London……

My Fate Villanelle

i am the master of my fate
The others shake their heads, they do not see
I am the captain of my soul

I scream, i hate, i rage
I want to be free
I am the master of my fate

here i am in this cage
down on my knee
I am the captain of my soul

I know i may be third rate
i know what i aim to be
I am the master of my fate

My life packed in a crate
I let them know, by and by
I am the captain of my soul

I wonder where? to which state?
i promised not to cry
i am the master of my fate
i am the captain of my soul

Pendrygon

some background

It's the dark-ages, Rome has fallen and an uneasy peace lies between the Britons, Picts and Scots, until the Jutes invade and conquer the east. Even the Northumbrians have fallen, Rheged (modern day Cumbria) stands alone in the west and its king, Urien, forges an alliance with a Pict shaman, and King himself, Myrrlin of the gododdin.

pronunciation

Myrrlin - Mere-lin
Taliesin - tal-e-ay-zin
Sidhe - Shee



“Wart!” came a call from the great hall.
Wart flinched, he hated that name, it had been given to him by his father after his roman mother had died. He had been called Artorius until then; he couldn’t wait until he could pick his own name at his coming of age. “Wart! Come here boy!” came the thunderous voice once more.
Wart hurried towards the hall, it would not be pleasant to bear the brunt of anger that could come from the owner of that voice. “I’m here father” Wart called out as he entered “I’m sorry I’m late, I was in the wings.”
“You should be less tardy young prince” said the man standing fully naked, apart from the blue woad spirals painted over his body and the golden torc around his neck, next to his father “ It shows disrespect to the kingdom and it’s king.”
“I am sorry Lord Myrrlin, I did not know that my father was given to allowing picts” Wart spat the word “to speak in his place.”
“Wart, do not speak to your betters in such a manner.” Urien, King of Rheged and Wart’s father said quietly, promising hurt to come if the behaviour continued, “you are here to listen to the seer’s predictions, they affect us all. Please, continue Lord Myrrlin.”
“As I stated earlier my liege, my apprentice Taliesin was given a vision by the great mother, he was told that the Jutes are invading from the east, coming with a force of twenty thousand.”
“And does the great mother also tell you that to defend against those kind of numbers we would have to completely empty Rheged,” Wart interrupted “and leave the kingdom completely open to attack? And is it perhaps a coincidence that our marching to the east would leave your people behind our lines?”
“My people have already gone to meet this force,” The shaman said quietly “three hundred and thirty three of our fit men have taken the death rite and painted the blue woad. They are accompanied by Taliesin’s brother Aneirin, so that he may tell the tale that the Gogoddin gave their lives in order to hold back this tide so that your father may mount a defence here in the west. I and my apprentice shall ride there tomorrow, accompanied by yourself and the castle guard, to see how the Gododdin fare.”
That silenced Wart. Three hundred was the last of the Gododdin’s men, they would die and the old shaman’s tribe would be no more. Wart looked to his father, the king nodded gravely “Go, see to my business on the battlefield my son, while I look to the defence of our land.”

*

The Castle Guard rode out at dawn the next morning in full armour and tack, apart from the two Picts, the old Myrrlin and the younger Taliesin, who rode naked and bareback, in their customary blue woad and golden Torc. The ride east was grim and silent, every man dreading what they might find on the Catterick battleground.
The ride was long, hard and as they neared the battleground, they could hear the crows, screaming. It was not long before the smell of rotting corpses was added to the cacophony. Wart vomited over the side over the side of his warhorse “If you think that it is bad now young one, wait until we get over the hill” the old shaman said gravely.
The battleground was littered with the dead, armoured Jute and naked Pict alike, it looked as though the Gododdin had held the Jutes for days and taken a fair number with them, but in the end it had been futile, as they must have known from the beginning. Taliesin screamed and leapt from his mount and charged down from the hill only to fall to his knees beside one of the bodies. “Something to learn young prince,” Myrrlin murmured “Shaman die just as well as ordinary men.”
Aneirin, Taliesin’s younger brother, stirred in the young man’s arms, and started to sing in a strange, and beautiful language, that evoked in Wart images of bravery and death. Myrrlin turned to Wart with a surprised look on his face “Would you like me to translate young prince? Some of this pertains to your future.”
Wart nodded, the old shaman tilted his head back and started to sing in the tongue of his fathers people, whom the Jutes called Welsh.

He fed black ravens on the rampart of a fortress
Though he was no Arthur
Among the powerful ones in battle
In the front rank, Gwawrddur was a palisade

“It seems that young Aneirin has been granted a vision of the future, and lets us know of your importance while telling us of the deeds of the men he fought with” Myrrlin said with wonder “Your mother named you Artorius did she not, and in your father’s tongue this name would be Arthur?”
“Yes.” Wart said suspiciously
“It seems that you have great things ahead of you young prince.”
It was a full day before Aneirin ceased to sing and drew his last breath. Taliesin stood and drew a deep breath, he turned to look at his master “I wish to send these men directly to the other side.”
“As you wish.” The old shaman responded, turning to Wart, he murmured a warning “You are about to see something that no man has seen in living memory, a binding. We are about to ask the fae to come forth and bear these men to paradise. Please, be careful young one and do not look directly at the fae and do not go near them, for they are perilous to mortals.”
The two shamans walked to the centre of the battlefield and knelt facing one another, heads touching. They started to sing in that strange language again, but instead this time the sound sent a chill down Wart’s spine. As they sang their woad spirals seemed to take on a glow in the dying light. At first Wart thought that he was imagining it but as their singing intensified the light increase and started taking on patterns of their own, fire like patterns around the old man and shapes that resembled snowflake around Taliesin. As the light patterns mixed a sudden flaring of white light burst free and Wart was forced to close his eyes, when he opened them again what he saw left him dumbfounded, all of the ground was covered in a coating of white fire. The field of bodies was deathly silent, no longer could Wart hear the cawing of carrion birds or the soft groaning of dying men. Out of the ethereal fire stepped two figures, unmistakable female, one wreathed in flame, the other cloaked in flowing, shimmering ice. The figures spoke in unison, or at least seemed to, it felt as though the words were flowing directly into Warts head:

YOU DARE CALL US, YOUNG SHAMAN?
WE ARE THE SIDHE,
EMBODYMENT OF THE SEASONS

Myrrlin did not look up but sang a response in his strange language.


SO, YOU WISH US TO BEAR AWAY THESE MEN
TO HONOUR THEIR DEEDS
WHAT DO YOU OFFER IN RETURN?

Again, Myrrlin sang a response

WE WILL NOT TAKE YOUR LIFE YOUNG MYRRLIN.

Taliesin slumped in defeat

DO NOT FRET CHILD, WE WILL BEAR YOUR DEAD
BUT WE SHALL TAKE OUR OWN REPARATIONS

The figures then appeared in front of Wart.

YOUNG ARTORIUS, YOU ARE NOW IN OUR SERVICE
YOU WILL DIE AT A TIME OF OUR CHOOSING
TO SAVE THIS WORLD FROM THE UNSEELIE

The flames then reached up and covered Wart and a searing pain seemed to burst from every part of his body. Wart writhed in agony, screaming in torment without end, it seemed as if his very soul was on fire. Just when he thought he might die from the pain, it stopped, and Wart began to retreat from consciousness.

SLEEP WELL YOUNG ONE
BUT REMEMBER
YOU ARE NOW PENDRYGON
KNIGHT OF THE SIDHE

When Wart woke, he was still on the battlefield, surrounded by the men of the Castle Guard who were staring in wonder. Not at the field, now empty of corpses, nor the flowers that had sprung up in the wrong season, but at the sword that stuck upright beside the prone Wart. The sword was a beautifully crafted, silver hand-and-a-half broadsword with an engraved Dragon, head at the point, tail at the hilt, with scales of alternating blue and red. Taliesin pushed his way to the front and whispered one word reverently:

“Excalibur”

Waiting

It began as a mistake, she ran away and now I’m the one waiting to die.
A friend and I were walking home from a party, tottering slightly in our high heels and tight dresses. That’s when death stepped out of the shadows, the “friend” just threw her shoes at him and ran away. I tried to follow, but he dragged me to the floor. I called out, but she kept running.
I remember lying there thinking “god I hope I’m not pregnant”, I wasn’t angry as such just worried. Unlike most other people in my situation, it didn’t take long for it to come out, that bitch told everyone what happened. After the police had come around and taken my details and offered me fucking platitudes that I know aren’t true, words like “Cases like this are usually solved pretty quickly, don’t worry we’ll get him”
Bullshit, only one in eight single rapes are ever solved, but I just nodded and led them to the door, thanking them, leaving their lies uncontested. That night I cut my hair off, if I wasn’t attractive then maybe it wouldn’t happen again. By the end if the night the bathroom was covered in my auburn hair. The next day consisted of a morning being poked and prodded by a police surgeon, and various tests being done, and an afternoon of buying baggy outfits.
It’s six years down the line and as I predicted the bastard was never caught and I was recently rushed to hospital after collapsing. I had been avoiding going to the doctors, I don’t like them, they remind me of that night. I had been coughing up phlegm for about a week and was getting steadily more short of breath. I remember waking up in a hospital bed, with an oxygen mask on my face and tubes sticking out of my scrawny arms.
When the nurse saw I was awake, she called the doctor in to talk to me. He was young, he looked like he was just out university “we have found the cause of your breathing problems, it’s a fungal infection called PCP. What’s worrying is that this is rarely seen in patients who have a fully functioning immune system. So we would like to test you for HIV and various other tests to see if we can get to the bottom of it if that’s ok with you?"
My world felt like it was crashing in, I was drawn back to that night and a familiar sense of panic set in. The nurse was explaining what would happen if I tested positive, I wasn’t listening. It could only have been that night, I hadn’t been with anyone since, but the mandatory test had come back negative, but how else could I have gotten infected. A few hours later the doctor came in to give me my results “your test have come back as having a low cd4 count” he said.
“What does that mean?”


“Your test was positive”

I felt numb “your immune system is low” he continued “and you have a high viral load, which means you’re close to the danger zone.”
“danger zone?” I asked
“AIDS” he said softly “We need to get you one anti-retroviral medication immediately, the good news is that you should have a while before you have to worry, provided we can get you cell count up.”
“How is this possible? I tested negative six years ago and I haven’t been with anyone since then!” I was yelling now.
“Sometimes we can get what is called a false negative,” he explained “it only happens three times out of a thousand. It’s normally caught with repeat tests, but you didn’t attend your appointments. As a result the virus has been running unchecked and that’s why you became ill.”
It’s six months later, I’ve had counselling, medication and my chest is better, but it doesn’t matter, I’m just waiting to die. Fuck, that. I’m running a bath, I don’t want a mess.


Woman saved by paramedics

A woman was saved by paramedics yesterday
from a suicide attempt . Apparently the 32 year
old had cut her wrists but was saved because
she had left her front door open and her mother
came to see if she was okay. Opening the door and
seeing her daughter she immediately phoned the
paramedics. The woman was rushed to hospital and is
apparently in a stable condition



Next time I’ll lock the door. I’m just waiting.

Cumbric Language

Druidry is obviously Celtic-based, the tradition exists within the Celtic cultures of Gaul and Britain. Previously to the arrival of the Celts and their languages existed another, or many other ethnic communities who built sites such as Skara Brae, Stonehenge, Callanis stone circle, and the Ring of Brodgar. Druidism was known to re-use the ancient sites of this Pre-Celtic or North-Atlantic culture.

The Cumbric language, or Cwmbraíc, as I have rendered it, is an attempt by sereval enthusiasts to recreate the Celtic Brythonic language once spoken in Cumbria and Strathclyde. It comes from a Proto-Brythonic language, which evolved into the language spoken in Arthrian times. After the North-Brythonic - South Brythonic split, it is likely that the language in Cumbria and Strathclyde developed on its own for a time before its demise, most put this date to around 1100 AD whilst many speculate it to be much later.
Evidence comes from sources of Early Welsh and British, and Gaulish, which can be used to recreate the mother language of Welsh, and then Old Welsh. Taliesin's and Aneurin's ancient Welsh texts are the bases for the grammar. One can come to the conclusion that Cumbric was more similar to Welsh than it was to the fully inflicted Proto-Brythonic language which came to be spoken in Britain; we have this evidence from place-names. Some place-names suggest a genitive case may have survived.

The Cumbric revival idea has many purposes. To me, the purpose is to create a vehicle, something that can enable us to get a feel of a past druidic culture through language. The language might be used be pagans, christians, reenactors or archaeologists, although I am against this idea of everyone learning the language because I see no point in peeling back 1,000 years of history. Cumbric is therefore, more of a available source for Cumbrians and Scots interested in Britain's celtic history.

Here i the Cumbric alphabet, pronunciation is largely based on Welsh, the differences are that:

aw - is like English 'aw in 'paw' not like Welsh 'aw
y - in words like 'cyntaf' is pronounced as a short 'o' or like the 'u' as a Cumbrian would pronounce 'under'
f - this may be pronounced v or w, you choice
final th and dd - some may prefer to pronounce then as an aspirated 't' and 'd'
ff is pronounced 'p' before 'r'

Basic phrases:

Dith da - good day
nos dda - good night
Peth yw ty(n) eno? - what is your name? (pith eeoo tuh enoh)
Pwi wyt/och? - who are you (pwi ooit/oc)?
Linden yw my eno - my name is Linden
pascaddar wym - I am a fisherman
darwith yw e - he is a druid
main yw - it's a rock
is lawar dithaw a canaf/canam yng Gwmbraíc - it's many days that I sing in Cumbric

Pronouns:
mi -I
ti - you
e - he
i - she
ni - we
chwi - you
int -they

Mi yn fynth - I'm going
Mi yn fynth din traith - I'm going to the beach
Ymain den yn fynth d'Alba - the man is going to Scotland
Is e coraw - he wants beer

Thanks to Fróðurúlfur Þórsson for this information (originally posted on the discussion pages of the cumbrian druid order facebook group)

Guardians (part three)

Getting stabbed hurts.

Don’t let anyone tell you anything else. It hurts especially when you’re stabbed with a jagged piece of rock. Zack grinned as he shoved his improvised shiv into my belly, and all the while my headache kept getting worse, and so did the pain in my back. Looking around the room it was chaos, people tearing each other apart with apparent glee, the music had stopped, because someone was busy tearing out the dj’s innards. Focusing back on Zack I saw that dark cloud surrounding him, just above the skin, the pain in my back and head kept building, Zack pulled the rock out of my belly. Then there was a flare of light and the pain in my back exploded, and i wasn’t in control of my body anymore. As Zack went to finish me my left arm shot out, seemingly of its own accord, and grabbed his wrist, stopping the blow. My other arm reached out and tore out his throat, I tried to scream, to stop myself from killing my friend, but i couldn’t, my body kept going. Zack seemed hardly affected by the lack of a windpipe and carotid artery, and continued to try and kill me, laughing all the while. My body continued to act on its own, still holding Zack with my left hand, my right hand reached out, the pressure in my head building, and grabbed hold of his face. Then there was what felt like and electric shock running down my arm and a white fire issued from my hand, engulfing the manic Zack in flames which burned away the darkness clinging to Zack’s skin. His body fell to the floor.

Everything in the room stopped, everyone left alive turned to face me. Oh, crap. They all looked like Zack, bleeding faces and manic grins. One of then charged me, I feel my shoulders flex and something from behind me came around and sliced the persons head off, engulfing them in the flames at the same time. It was a wing, a freaking wing! The flames still covering my right hand started twisting and extending, they formed a sword. That’s when things got interesting. The bleeding...things...charged and as my body continued to direct itself, cutting a swath through the press of bodies, I started to hear another noise, on top of the high pitched squealing that I had been hearing since the chaos started, this one was low and melodious. The things started screaming, some of them covering their ears, they could hear it too. The cave exploded into bright white light, and was suddenly full of what looked like angels, tall beings with wings and swords. The newcomers started hacking into the crowd, which started to run away, some of the people started dropping to the floor of their own accord and the darkness that was clinging to their skin dissipating into the surrounding shadows.

Eventually the only things left standing were the guys with wings and swords. One of them turned to me and said something in a language I didn’t understand, I went to reply but that was about the time I passed out.

Guardians (part two)

Funnily enough it all started in a class room

“Kit! Earth to Kit! Give me a hand, you’re supposed to be the computer whizz, how’d ya do this?”

ICT was an essential module on my course at college and it was taught by the most boring person on the planet, Professor John Sparrow. “Yo Goody! I asked you a question!” shouted the voice in my ear.

That voice belonged to Zack Orion, my best friend at college, and a bit of an idiot. He’s the kind of guy that gets really drunk at parties, does something really cringe worthy and somehow manages to come out smelling of roses at the end. He was average height, dark hair in a side fringe cut with an annoying sing-song voice, but you couldn’t help but like him. The rest of the class were just as strange, full of quirks. There was Kristen, the half-chinese wannabe doctor, hugely into death metal, a borderline alcoholic, smoked so much weed i used to wonder how he had any short-term memory left, and was the most sarcastic prick i have ever had the pleasure of meeting. Ashleigh was an exceedingly hot, but high maintenance girl with blonde hair and a rack to die for, who seemed to be almost schizophrenic in her moods, sometimes nice and sweet, others a complete bitch. Lauren who had a similar personality to Ashleigh but without the looks to get away with it. Hannah was a skinny little bi-sexual brunette that seemed to have enough energy to power a freaking city and a really annoying nasal voice.

Then there was me, I was above average height and quite broad, but what made me stand out was my waist length white hair and ice blue eyes. The doctors said it was a form of albinoism and that I had to avoid prolonged exposure to sunlight, but i tended to ignore them, and my parents, and do what i wanted, a most people do when they are that age.

“Ach, fuck this man, I wanna go home so i can get my stuff ready for tomorrow!” said Zack, losing patience “Are you sure they said it was free?”

“Yes” I said, exasperated “how many times do I have to tell you? The guy said that the entire event was free” This event that had Zack all worked up was the annual “Rave in a Cave” which was held every year in one of the caves in the national park where our college was based. We were all going and had been looking forward to it for weeks, hence we’d got no work done and were being made to do this ICT assignment in class “come on dude, lets just get this done so we can go.”

“Well show me how to do it then for fucks sake!” Zack huffed “you’d think they’d be able to find a better teacher than old bird-brain over there!”

“Yeah well, maybe he’d help you more if you weren’t such a dick!” I laughed “Come on, let me help.”

The next night we all decided to meet up at the college and we’d squeeze in Zacks car in order to head to the rave “Has everyone got everything they need?” Zack asked “ ‘cos we need to go, now”

“yes!” I snapped “now can we go?”

“what’s eating you grumpy?” he said mockingly “did Goody get out of the wrong side of the bed this morning?”

“It’s nothing, it’s just a headache that I’ve had since this morning, I’ve taken some painkillers, it should have worn off by the time we get there, but in the meantime, can we just get on with it?”

“You won’t be wanting any of these then?” asked Kristen, dangling a bad of pills in front of my face.

“What are they?”

“What the fuck do you think they are?” He said sarcastically, as per usual “we’re going to a rave man, these are an essential”

It was only when I had a closer look at him that i noticed that his pupils were huge “No thanks, don’t think they mix well with pain-killers”

“Suit yourself” he said, taking one of the little blue tablets out and swigging it down with a drink from one of the big bottles of cider that we had with us.

“Can I have one of those?” Hannah piped up “I’ve never tried them”

“Don’t” laughed Zack “I think it’ll make her explode”

“Should be good for a laugh” said Kristen, taking one out and offering it to her “take it with a drink, should hit you in no-time!”

It took us three hours to find the rave, by which time I wanted to kill Hannah because she wouldn’t shut up, or stop fidgeting in the small confines of the over-crowded car, none of which had made my headache any better, which seemed to be getting worse the closer we got to the rave “You okay man?” asked Zack.

“Yeah, head just hasn’t gotten any better” I said, grimacing “I’ll be fine though”

“You want to stay in the car?”

“ Nah, fuck that man, I wouldn’t miss this for anything!” I said “Come on lets get in there before it gets over-crowded”

It was really crowded and hot in the cave, it could have done with being three times the size for the amount of people that were there, and my headache seemed to be getting worse, I had started to hear this really high pitched, constant whine which was really painful to my ears. Dark spots had started to swim across my vision, and my back had started to sear with pain, I decided to leave before I was sick. I turned to find Zack, to tell him that I was leaving, and one of the dark spots seemed to focus on him and he collapsed. I ran over to see if he was okay, he seemed to be convulsing on his hands and knees. I grabbed his shoulder and turned him around to see if he was okay, his face was a mess, he was bleeding from his eyes, nose, mouth and ears “Jesus man!” I shouted “are you okay?”

That’s when he stabbed me.