![\"\"\"\"](\"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/11\/Celtic-Infinity-Knot.png\" "\\"Celtic")
<\/p>\n<\/p>\n
Some folk fear the end of times
\nUs Celts – of it we do not fear
\nSymbols are what we say they are
\nAs we desire them, they appear.<\/p>\n
Life: from one plane to another
\nFrom spirit, to soul, then to death
\nWe join the world on ancestors
\nTo be joined by those unborn yet.<\/p>\n
The knot, infinity is called
\nBy those who its meaning don’t know
\nTime is not a constraint, a fence…
\nBut mere measurement to show<\/p>\n
Who we are, where we’ve been, and then
\nWho we will be cloaked by deaths veil
\nBeliefs clouded by new faiths and none
\nTo vanquish the old try and fail.<\/p>\n
The current scares of the end of the Mayan Long Count Calender, the newly discovered “”rogue planet””, the Noribu and Planet X conspiracies have no parallel in Celtic thinking, and come instead from Millennialist thinking from the Juedo-Christian tradition.<\/p>\n
Anyone with information to the contrary are invited to contact me with details of same.<\/p><\/address>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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