The old ways flow through my blood. I am a fénnidi who stands opposed to the assault of earth religions by Christians and others who have led us to the stake and to the pit. For 2,000 years they have gilded their churches in gold and paid for it with the blood of the people they should be serving.
Today... more than ever before....we don't need their lost religions to tell us who we are.
Their time wanes and it is time for the witches and the druids and all of the earth religion people to awake again... to emerge from their rest and sleep and feel the power of the earth beneath their feet and the fire of spirit in their souls.
My voice is one in the wilderness... adrift on my friend the wind. I am a new way to honor the old way. My voice absorbs sounds from the earth... becoming an instrument whose music you can barely hear.... but cannot ignore. Within its melody is heard a distant horn... a horn of druid warriors long gone, yet not forgotten.
Borabu - the great horn of the Fianna...blows today across the globe... seeking those who would be oppressed no more. It is a time to honor the earth and take back our temples and churches.
Dord Fian
Today... more than ever before....we don't need their lost religions to tell us who we are.
Their time wanes and it is time for the witches and the druids and all of the earth religion people to awake again... to emerge from their rest and sleep and feel the power of the earth beneath their feet and the fire of spirit in their souls.
My voice is one in the wilderness... adrift on my friend the wind. I am a new way to honor the old way. My voice absorbs sounds from the earth... becoming an instrument whose music you can barely hear.... but cannot ignore. Within its melody is heard a distant horn... a horn of druid warriors long gone, yet not forgotten.
Borabu - the great horn of the Fianna...blows today across the globe... seeking those who would be oppressed no more. It is a time to honor the earth and take back our temples and churches.
Dord Fian
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