“…….And so it as on a starless night in the Greening Time a great rushing wind thundered across the blackness of the night and in that wind was song that in the hearts of all the tribes was remembered. Higher than high in that dark sky the Scaine na Gead lit up and began a spiraling dance in the sky.

The Old Ones and Wolf Walkers looked about and saw all the land and all the beasts reach for the sky. And they called all their tribes to walk with them to the centre of the world.

All the children of all the children of all the eight tribes gathered in the centre of the world and they all sang with one voice with the great rushing wind. The Scaine na Gead danced above them marking the sound of their song.

In those long forgotten times, The Old Ones sing the song when the Scaine na Gead touched the ground in a cascading of fire and The Ggnáe stood, taller than any tree with feathers of lights upon the heads and their staffs of singing in their hands, in the centre of the world and sang to all the children of all the children.

They sang of An Tional Na Reul (Un teeo nay nu rehool) when the giants of the stars came in a gathering of starlight to sing with all the children of the children. In that singing, so beautiful we cannot remember but in our secret hearts, The Ggnáe sang of the magic of the plants, the weaving of the yarns, the brewing of the ale, the gathering of the iron, the planting of seeds and on and on, there were so many songs that not all the children of the children could hold them all; some held these and some held those.

Between the two moons of Bearch, The Ggnáe sang and danced with all the children of all the children of all the eight tribes and the beasts and the birds and the fishes; upon the mountains and plains, in the forests and valleys, by the waters sill and flowing, until the sky grew dark and starless and the great singing of the rushing wind thundered in the falling fire. The Ggnáe with their feathers of lights upon their heads and their staffs of singing in their hands wept a great farewell to the children of the children of the eight tribes. In a great thunder the Scaine na Gead gathered up the Ggnáe and they were swept up into the starless sky.

The children of the children of the eight tribes looked at one another each with the gifts and wisdom they had received. They knew they must return to their lands and yet all agreed that in the great journey of the wheel, when they met in those far off wanderings they would share the gifts that they would learn to master.

The Old Ones and the Wolf Walkers still their eyes upon the sky, called all the children of the children of the eight tribes to gather between the two moons and sing the old song of An Tional na Reul (Un teeo nay nu rehool) and share all the gifts they had found and learnt in all their journeys…..”

The Ancient Ones tell of the time when all lived as one song, one bone, one blood, one breath, in the Deep Dark Green Forest, and how it was that Fear the first man, fell into the shadowed dream and forgot that oneness.

So many time the Ancient Ones, The Ancestral Spirits, and the Old Ones of the Land tried and try relentlessly to bring the Two Leggeds back to that oneness. It was for this reason and that hope, that the sagh’ic put and take great value and emphasis on community, tribe, clan and family.

And so it is that this community of communities, close and far gather in dreams, in reality, and remotely, aspiring for that almost forgotten time; gathering in celebration, feasting, ceremony, learning, sharing and prayer.