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"The Calling Within: (from My Ancient Clan)."
The modern English word druid derives from the Latin druides (pronounced [druˈides]), which 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".
Diesel-engines and smoke billowing
chrome stacks...
1000 miles out from home, with not a
clue as to when I'll make it back
Hauling loads through the American
West, through desert sands, watching
coyotes scavenging off of the land
So peaceful out here in this barren, dry
land
I feel the Presence of the Proud Indigenous
Indians that once possessed this as theirs
Great Chiefs and Shamans: their Essence
Awes me
Long ago before Settlers came with their
vain and Futile American dreams
Progress is van necessary Evil; I guess
But, not at the extermination of a people who
cherished and were Nurtured by, "Gaia,"
better than any has
"Oh, Ancient Shaman; take me on an Transcendental
Journey into the Wisdom of the Minds of the
Prajhna of the Mystics:
Because, all these Vanities are rotteness in My,
Bones, and, Cumbersome,"
*I feel an Affinity and Kinship with You, Ancient
Winds: and, with Wiccan: the Blood of Celtic
Druwyds of Brittany of Antiquity, flows
through My Veins; and, of Brave Warriors,
that won't be Restrained*
Diesel-engines and smoke billowing
chrome stacks...
1000 miles out from home, with not a
clue as to when I'll make it back
Hauling loads through the American
West, through desert sands, watching
coyotes scavenging off of the land
So peaceful out here in this barren, dry
land
I feel the Presence of the Proud Indigenous
Indians that once possessed this as theirs
Great Chiefs and Shamans: their Essence
Awes me
Long ago before Settlers came with their
vain and Futile American dreams
Progress is van necessary Evil; I guess
But, not at the extermination of a people who
cherished and were Nurtured by, "Gaia,"
better than any has
"Oh, Ancient Shaman; take me on an Transcendental
Journey into the Wisdom of the Minds of the
Prajhna of the Mystics:
Because, all these Vanities are rotteness in My,
Bones, and, Cumbersome,"
*I feel an Affinity and Kinship with You, Ancient
Winds: and, with Wiccan: the Blood of Celtic
Druwyds of Brittany of Antiquity, flows
through My Veins; and, of Brave Warriors,
that won't be Restrained*
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