Druids end

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The story of the druids was the story of the Celts: magic-men, law makers and the wise reserve of the population, for the consult either during the war, or as well during the peace, by means of the sacrifices and the esoteric rituals which put a mysterious astral equilibrium between the man and his environment, this is, the blind forces of the nature, which are the same that you can see: the Sun and the storm, the thunder and its lightning, the shooting snow or the haze, the cold stars of the night, and beyond, the incomprehensible gods.


And the Celts (while these nations existed, because they were absorbed, and today they don't exist anymore, in part, at all), they had a strange and sick fascination for the trees...a druid could know and catalog each and every existing tree on Earth, and its derivations, the plants, especially all about the venomous and the medicinal.


And this obsession for the trees could take them to attribute those trees of the forests, almost human characteristics...this is how the extravagant narrations about walking trees were told by the bards; this is how those narrations were born.
Trees that had legs and, during the Holy night that cannot be named (or whenever they wanted to), they stalked the pilgrim along the desolate path.


On the other hand, I guess that existed an usual superstition about pregnant maidens, presumably inseminated by trees: the tree followed the maiden at night, furtively, stalking around her home, and when she went to bed, during the Summer nights, the tree entered on through the open windows and penetrated her during her sleep, after the intercourse, the tree escaped running furiously all along the meadows in zigzag, screeching with sibilant noise...the child without a father was always called "the son of the trees", or "the child of the forests".

The Son of the Trees called he was, and he was deemed the property of the cold and humid jungles, a hybrid creature, brother or sister of the wölvës and of the Satan sons, those without a name, with 1.004 names.
The trees would come for him, sooner or later...the son of the forests had to be consecrated to be a druid, it was the only way to avoid the trees kidnapped him: the trees couldn't touch him anymore, since the natural laws did forbid it.


The druids, same as the young Celt warrior, they used to decolorize their hair and beards using quicklime and herbs taken from the soil, astonishing spectacle for the Roman erudite was the sight of those terrible red manes, which in fact were intended to scare the enemy...but as the druid reached his senior age, his hair and beards turned into snowy white.
Notwithstanding their appearance and outfits hadn't that noble solemnity as they usually were represented by the moden and painters, the druids appearance was -actually- hairy and quite untidy.


The Roman proconsul and writer Pomposius Erectii narrated strange chronicles about certain events related to this...near to the French coast, close to the city which today is known as Bordeaux, there was an island: Île d'Oléron; a maiden found herself lost during one Summer night, late in the forests, she felt so sleepy and tired because of the heat and the narcotic essences of the wood, that she fell asleep under a tree (botanically unknown).


She had rare nightmares, during her sleep she saw luminous corridors opening themselves under her pace all along the forest, voices whispering words about the future, and nothing about the past...when she did wake up under the solar mildness of the noon, she knew (instinctively, unknown, sudden) that she was pregnant.
She begged a druid to help her, and to extract this son of the forests out of her womb, but the drüïd could not do that, since the natural laws did forbid it.


But she begged and cried so much, that finally the druid accepted to help her, because the druids were human, and corruptible.


The ceremony started in the forest, as soon as the Sun disappeared, and the Moon was up in the sky in all her circular splendour: the druid started dancing madly backwards around the tree, throwing Holy Water at the trunk, and whispering an oration, which was echoed by the night winds...after a while, he drew a pentagram on the soil [Earth] around the tree, and started shaking his head like a raving dervish, and dancing madly backwards around the trunk, under the panic of the distant and cold stars: the Universe was beholding him.


He danced in ritual trance for hours and hours, and right before the dawn, when the first and thin Sun rays started painting the celestial theatre with horrid pink traces on through the east clouds, then the exhausted druid sucked the maiden's vagina vigorously.


On and on, until extracting the sweet sperm, helped by magic, spitting it violently on the Earth [soil], close to the tree's roots.


The roots absorbed the sperm with a guttural noise, then, the solar disc appeared.
Because the interface of the nature allowed it.



To compensate the natural laws, the maiden's womb should be filled again, otherwise it would be aberration, the process was completed with blowjobs, vaginal and anal sex all over the morning; so the maiden was replete with cum again, and the natural forces were pacified*.


Nobody knows how the druids disappeared.
Perhaps they disappeared when their people were absorbed by the Roman, Slav and Germanic element, their eastern blood brothers...chronicles say that the last druids were absorbed by the forests trees, turning both into a same thing: trees-druids, druids-trees.


Others simply say that they descended slowy into the entrails of the Earth, and weren't seen anymore.




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