Study on Gallic mythology in progress ………
the artist projects himself through thought to retrace the old stories of Gallic mythology.
These reconstructed bridles allow us to reinvent with accuracy the stories of our ancestors thanks to convincing, histotically proven elements.
You can even work on it by helping us put it all together.
I was able to group an efficient pantheon of the Gallic cult thanks to a tip:
All the Gallic gods indeed have a professional attribution.
All of them represented a part of the mistletoe ball.
I also think that each druid responsible for the attribution of such or such a divinity had to develop the tools and uses of these trades in adequacy with his environment.
The list below teaches you how you learn to manage a state, a tribe.
Kernunos: the common spirit
Les Mattres: the territory
Épona: horse breeding-maternity
Ésus: the builders (the wood), the shocking. Volunteering.
Bélisama: drapery (virgin with needles), beauty
Teutates: justice (leather), the decision
Taranis (Thor, the hammer): lightning, metals-resistance.
Moritasgus: the mines
Andartae: learning weapons
Damona: dairy products
Boduo-Catuo: the defense scouts
...... etc ...
You will notice that the Teutates-Esus-Taranis triad quoted in the battles correspond to the trades of leather, metals and wood which were used to craft weapons and also correspond to resistance, shock and decision.
Nb: for people who still doubt the existence of a Gallic pantheon, I would say that, if there is a calendar common to several tribes, there are dated festivals which correspond to several deities.
And these same gods are part of the same pantheon, it is so in all civilizations.
Note: according to the latest findings from Niort (3 statues of goddesses, the Matters), it seems that Epona was one of the three Matters.
at the beginning,
It was a long time ago, really long ago.
At the beginning of the history of humanity, this informal potential of the nature of the being which moves in essences obliged to the evolution of life. First you could say, a seed fell from the starry sky and sank deep into the mud of the beginnings, it was the Lias fail.
A tree was born that must have been made a little later. Then from this tree was born a spirit that spread and gave birth to all species of life on earth.
Is that god? I could not say but yet all the living carried a part of the great spirit in them. They carry the same principles today.
The children of the grand children of the great being opened their eyes wide to take advantage of the mane that fed each one, and the hominid forgot where he came from, oddly because and finally, it is because he created himself by himself then , that man, too spoiled creature, began to devour the world he now underestimated.
The original spirit always existed and with his ungrateful children he decided to do something better, yes, much better. We had to educate them, give them respect, assign them a place by their side.
The tree did not speak the language of men, so instead of trying to convince them, he showed them the hundred paths, of which only one allowed to reach the divine spirit.
Human life propagating, but in the horrors and turpitudes inflicted on them by physical life.
Few came to the divine spirit, very few.
These few forged the forest of the thought of the gods.
It is their story that I will try to tell you.
Lugus descended from the heavens through the mountains of the goddess Pyrenn, leaning over the edge of a raging torrent, he could see how clear the water was. This is where ABaginos, also called Baginus, was born, the transparency. This was happening in the Bigerriones territory. He was a genius of strength.
The latter vowed a cult with strong clarity, its waters gave them the liveliness of the peasants, a real magic potion. Their looks were crystal clear, just like their skin, with a famous spark in the middle. This magic and intoxicating source made them advance in all weathers on the hard Pyrenean slopes. They were "those who move a lot".
They constantly boasted of being the most enduring and ran across the cliffs to find out who would arrive fastest at the summit said to be the sharpest. It is there that the stone of certainty of Baginus was found, a quartz that was called "Abagi", transparency.
We know that the genius planted a particular tree which gave fruits of vivacity and other medicinal uses, the beech of altitude, also called "Fagus" the top.
We also know that he protected Gallia on several miraculous occasions. You know ... Gallia, the one the Greeks called Gaia.
Nb: It turns out that the term is in the middle of heated discussions concerning so-called Indo-European origins. Supported by people who came from the east. A biblical tribe that is seriously starting to run me "on the bean" to speak politely. I call them "the tribe of the sons of the zebra".
I can tell you with precision that "Bagus" the beech "is also" Fagus ". From where comes a word well known to peacemakers:" Pagus ", the country. It designates the transparency of a place where a circle and not its surroundings as with others.
Nb2: this rapprochement between the beech and the country (1st kingdom) makes me wonder if, as the oak is that of the druids (2nd kingdom), there are two other trees that define the Albios (3rd kingdom) and andernad, ash and willow are the other two most important trees. ?????
There was a man named Abosïne, he was educated by the Druids when he was still only a child.
Later, as a teenager, he used bad magic. Instead of communing with the universe of the night stars, he dared to look the sun in the face. It was forbidden because from there reborn infernal passions they said. He was dazzled and forgot his teachings.
When the sun drowned his mind, it was his heart that he warmed too much in the end. From there Abosïne became boastful, aggressive, he respected no one who did not obey him willingly or by force. The gods were outraged and sent a creature called Orgetorix to stop this human infamy.
The troublemaker was screaming out loud that he was stronger than everyone else, and one day he encountered the creature by the river.
He wanted to look the sun in the face to draw inspiration from his strength, but something prevented him. Spiritless, he lowered his head towards the reflections of the river but a green hombre covered the surface of the water. It was the Orgetorix, a half-fish, half-plant creature. The madman wanted to be even stronger than the gods, and struck the water of the yellow river several times. The sun goes out in his soul, it was a sacrilege. Abosïne was lost and had thereby lost all his strength in front of his own strength, that of the hammer which was called "ordos". He was instantly transformed into a water lily and could not move. Rooted in the depths of the living spirit. We remember him for a long time under the name of "water cat", the villain who respects nothing. The evil he had done had to be cured, and from that plant served to put the senses to sleep.
Nb: "Ordos" is the hammer of Tanaris, the Orgetorix is the creature which defines the limits of perdition.
The long way.
I don't remember when it started,
I was young when I left, why exactly did I go? .... I still don't know.
Something was guiding me, something that was strange to me.
So, I was at the start of a quest and I didn't know it. A quest that lasted a thousand years.
I walked for a long time, came up against the worlds I visited, the trip had many surprises in store for me, some were good at first, ..... until I arrived in the world of the damned, the kingdom burning anderos, because I had been far too far, out of the light of the world. It was a difficult road, a ruthless harassment, everywhere the dusios put me to the test, everywhere, at every step, suffering! The suffering of the body, the suffering of the soul, an unbearable suffering.
The hellish creatures were looking for me and I had to hide, not to leave tracks behind me to survive, the danger was everywhere.
When I slept, I slept like a dead man and horrible filthy beasts jumped wildly on my face to wake me up, I feared for my eyes while the walls which surrounded me held me in blindness. When I was awake, I lived like an undead ..... but was I still alive?
I do not know what strength allowed me to move sometimes, because despite all this, I was advancing, hopeless, and I thus traversed places and entire devastated regions .... at the bottom of the worst abysses I had to fight to climb peaks that brought me back to chasms.
Everywhere they barred my way, I had to go around all the obstacles, behind one of them always hiding several others .... terrible ordeal.
I didn't even know who I had become, who I had been, I didn't even know where I had arrived or where I had gone before ..... if I had been there .... this was a long way.
And during all these centuries, I learned only one thing .... you get used to where you stop thinking, but anyway you have to go down the road .... and I've been there.
And then one day, I saw the light.
First of all, I could no longer run, but I was making my way towards some world which was still unknown to me.
It was cold, a scathing breeze passed through me. I only knew then that I had left the Anderos, calm reigned around.
What I saw in the middle of the light, then confused me, a gigantic being was sleeping, sitting in the middle of a clearing covered with emeralds. It was huge, its head reached the clouds!
What did I say?
The clouds were her hair.
He was a god, certainly.
The days passed and I looked at the god, at night, he had stars on his head, by day, he barely moved, he was heavy and robust.
I don't know how much time I spent watching it, months maybe. Then, little by little, he opened his eyes and the sky became green. He had hundreds of eyes, thousands. There were everywhere around me and above me.
I tried to look him in the face but it was impossible, while he looked at me from everywhere at once.
An enormous crack was heard, the god spoke and He said this:
welcome Adamos, you're back home ... white deer.
From our trials comes salvation,
The journey into the Anderos pushes us towards divine creativity.
The dance of the seasons brings us towards renewal and improvement.
You still have a lot to do.
I then felt that some sort of branches were growing on my head, like the divine being who stood before me.
There was a demi-god called Adiantos, he was a god of light who amused himself very much to astonish the motionless people. At first he was a simple human, but one day Lugus gave him a ring with exceptional powers. That to shine in all circumstances, and to imitate the things of passion by giving them even more strength. This ring had a name: the Adiantunnes. One that contains the magic of zeal. He had become a great chef, very famous, by simply bamboozling people. Nobody knew that its power resided in the ring, from time to time, we saw it blow on the ring while rubbing it so that its brightness catches the eyes around.
Music rose in their minds, taking them away at a sustained pace that ordered them to do various works. This sudden agitation also made them envious, betrayed by their pride, they then put themselves at the service of Adiantos.
Nb: in primo-language, "Adi": inner thought, "Ana": gender, Atu: the recipient chef.
"The one who uses thoughts" where "the kind of leader who monopolizes thoughts."
Aesus was a man born under the sign of fish. A man who loved to look at the starry sky of the celestial oceans.
At that time, forests covered Gallic territories and many people lived in clearings.
Aesus was disputed, he did not get along with the chief of his village because he was too free-spirited.
One day, he decided to leave his tribe to go and found his own clearing. The journey lasted 33 years and he cleared the paths of his soul as much as those of the sacred forest.
One day, he arrived in a clearing in the center of which grew a gigantic tree which reached the stars.
He thought that this was the best place to build his house because a living source was nearby, and since he was a lumberjack and a carpenter, he began to cut down the tree to use the wood from its branches. He worked a long time and the ax blows reasoned for years in the forest. It was when the giant fell that the man realized that he had cut the tree of eternal life because on its branches a huge bull lived, as well as three cranes.
He only had to saw the branches and the trunk because the damage was done, the bull gave him a goodfuture.
For many years, Aesus knew and prepared the pieces of wood that allowed him to build a very large house. People came from all over to live with him, the tribe expanded as much as the house allowed, that is, indefinitely because the tree from which the wood came from was constantly repelling and the wood was never missing.
Aesus was working the wood and one day he had the idea of carving a cut in the heart of the sacred tree. It had the power to fill itself with clear, clear water that healed wounds and diseases. He often enjoyed cutting and thus gained the knowledge of miraculous cures.
He became the first druid and knew the future as much as the past.
At the end of the year, the grail was stolen by a swamp witch and Aesus was helpless.
Donn, the noble bull then tells him: "You are for 1/3 animal, for another 1/3 you are human, it is only the last 1/3 of yourself that has become a divine tree. So to survive, you will have to be reborn. Rest two months. Resume your journey, for another nine months, you will cross the eight other divine kingdoms of water since you were born fish and in the ninth you will be reborn. "
Aesus resumed his journey that had brought him here in his past. All the members of his tribe loved him and they often wondered where he was.
"Where is our king," said some.
"He'll come back, Aesus will come back," the others replied.
What we do know is that the day after the winter slump, nine months after the onset of spring, a newborn child was very similar to him.
We have translated the Gaulish inscriptions dealing with Esus.
He is systematically described as a savior and a healer.
His ax is that of the loggers of the Gaulish era.
Nothing to do with a bloodthirsty deity.
Incarnation of the bull god on the world of the environment.
With a large ax, Esus is depicted cutting down the tree of the Tarvos-trigaranos, the three-headed bull, in the meadow of the forest. We also know that he was in good stead with Teutatès and Tanaris when the Gauls fought. So it's a voluntary entity. If we look closely with Theseus killing the minotaur in his labyrinth, we can say that Esus took the lead of his destiny through the dark labyrinth of forests by cutting down the sacred tree of the bull or the Gauls had all frightened to surrender, for fear of being lost, and because of the druids' prohibition to venture far into the woods, the tree of dark passage is dreaded (perhaps death); Then the bull god is kindly Esus by offering him the three powers of time (the mattresses) and the right direction.
He is a solid lumberjack who makes the light and the clearings, no doubt a builder, the Gaulish houses were built of wood.
So Esus became the master of the future and of his endless destiny but it is above all the interpretation of the mastery and the good sense of the builder, he advances by breaking his path of light with an ax in the right direction and through the darkness. That is why he presided with the other two fighting gods. It is a very Gaulish behavior, the fear of death did not exist but the good judgment of the situation and the direction to take took place in the decisions, very wise to succeed against the storm of enemy controversy.
Esus is the one who represents the passage through the dark, the master of the noble bull, the master of life after death, but especially the one who knows the right direction to take thanks to the power of the three cranes of time and who defeats the darkness at the end of the year, the day of the winter solstice or the sun resume its progression by prolonging the days. Light takes the edge over the dark period. It is the freedom to create the newness of a man who has access to another future.
The myth of Esus is a poetic metaphor for the transmission of blood, of genes, the noble bull is probably a reproducer of the future. Is it a myth close to Zeus that turned into a bull and took the nymph Europe to the island of Minos to save it, reflecting on the future of a people through sacred femininity. Yes, at least in part.
The myth of the minotaur is also a metaphor for the vanquished darkness through an Arian thread representing the path. women are synonymous with Gaulian life paths. These two stories are too ideologically similar to not come from the same vein.
There were deities everywhere in Gaul, all had their roles.
The Aganntobo was an ancient deity belonging to a territory. It was like a spirit of the past that had to be respected, that of the ancients.
These gods of land possession did justice
to those of their descendants who asked for it. They were the deities of the family settlement. They were called "those who fix the best choices", and apparently they were only invited to the
holding of territories and properties, a kind of god of justice for inheritances and new territories. Today we would call it "the notarial and colonizing gods".
Nb: it seems that they are paternal deities whose finality is the establishment on a new ground, or on a ground inherited from the old ones.
When humans grew up, they did not find many other beings with which they could compare themselves. The children surpassed their parents, and the parents could not understand these changes. We thought of a spell, families told that he was a creature in the woods who had taken up residence in the trunk of a century-old tree. The thing came from before, in his memory he kept track of all those who had met him. When we approached the place in question, a voice called out to the visitor asking him what he was going to bring him again. People were all fleeing, almost all of them. Most of them were afraid of what they did not know. And the thing looked absolutely nothing known.
And then once, an Allobroge, a strange people these Allobroges, came into the middle of the small clearing that the tree had formed thanks to its hombre. And he set out to take a nap in this place so full of tranquility, he did not know the tales that we liked to dispense in this place. Without fear or worry, he lay down on the carpet of dry leaves.
His name was "Cauaros".
He gradually dozed off, the sound of the leaves piercing his thought when suddenly a powerful voice invaded the air. It was like an old man's voice but much deeper than the vocal cords could have produced. It looked like the vibration was coming from everywhere at once.
"What are you bringing me?"
Cauaros jumped and instinctively replied quickly: "nothing at all, it's mine!"
- "What do you bring me?" Insisted the voice.
- "what you cannot have!", answered the stranger straight away.
Then he realized that he had just spoken to a tree. A branch creaked gently in the top.
- "I need something else, what will you bring me?" Increases the mass of the woods.
- "what I have, I keep it, which is you therefore tree which exceeds all? I never heard of your magical charms in my tribe." Retorted the little man.
- "So you are an Allobroge! I have already met your brothers and sisters in the past. And they did not want to bring me either. So where do these tribes come from that no one seems to know and who does not seem know them themselves? ".
- "We are the sons of courage, and nothing is shared in this old tree."
"So what have you done well to always need more than you can give," Cauaros thought internally.
- "I heard you," thundered the tree.
- "what is this miracle?" Wondered the human.
- "I am Agedios, the most daring of trees, the richest and most colorful of all. Know that since the darkest times, I remember everything that does not belong to the logic of this world . To survive my roots need differences. "
Indifference is killing me.
Will you, you foreigner, understand me and give me back ?.
The human then realized that the huge voice came from a trumpet-shaped hole right in the middle of the age-old trunk.
A second slight cracking of the branch reached Cauaros' ears.
A twig fell lightly on the humus of the past leaves. Then, incidentally, she got up on some sort of legs, there were 3 pairs in all, two eyes in the shape of prominent buds looked at the stranger.
The Aganntobo fathers gave their limits to men, the god Ageion kept the limits of heaven. In the city that we call Agen today, we worshiped the guardian of the sky, the Pyrenean foothills on the horizon showed the place where the sky route was located, from the Albios. The god was a clairvoyant and gave his vision over enormous distances. There, at the end of the end of the world of men was located the border with the world of the gods, the light which would have the mountains was warm to the heart and good to the soul. It was Ageïon who showed the ways of health and those of the future descendants, the futuristic ways in short. The Gdonnios were beings limited by their terrestrial humanity, Ageïon knew them but on the other hand he knew no limits in mind. It was also called "Agann", where "Ageïon the point, the one who aims well.
Nb: 100%, Ageïon was the god of the views and the guardian of the limits with the sky, a god from above. It seems that the sacred mountain of the gods
was in this corner there. And maybe his sacred sanctuary was the circus of Gavarnie. No doubt we called this god "the needle", in the sense of "the target".
The spiers of the churches, all the pyramids around the planet, are what were the menhirs, these mountains of stones from the sky: copies of the mountain sanctuary are still old. The place where the link between the world of men and that of the gods meet. -10,000 years.
If you go there, you will understand what is and where the cult of heavenly waters comes from. Purity of mind.
And Agann's fish, the will of life to rise by following the paths of the water. The glow of its scales, to reflect the thought of the sky.
Ageïon, Agann, the silver reflection, that of the moon, all this is linked to the colors of this fish and to the celestial waters. Rainbow trout.
Borvos the god of hot mud of creation had passed into the middle world by transforming into Moritasgus. The badger god ages, like all those who inhabited the earth, when he became calmer, his sensuality disturbed him at the end of the night, he had to go from now on to the world from above.
The sun began to rise, dawn lit the world, it was the badger god who transformed into that which from now on was called "Albios", carnal desire had become empathy.
Albius saw himself every morning, his understanding of earthly things made him forgive past mistakes. It was said that its cliffs of light were the most comprehensive, that they supported the sky. Men named the tallest stars in the sky in his honor, Albius, the Enlightened One. They dedicated him a place on the mountain of the gods, it was the Albudones, the bright center of understanding and empathy.
On earth, the place was called "Alboduron", the center of the stone circle, of Stonehenge, among other more continental circles.
The place where dawn breaks.
You can also called Albius: the philosopher.
NB: Albius was indeed the luminous god of understanding. Again, Indo-theory confused it with the word: "living".
The French word for it is "l'Aube", of course.
"Duron" does not designate a door, it designates an open center.
At the beginning of the world there was not much different, everything was flat, colorless and unnamed. Gallia wept on this open plain and Ana was born of tears.
The humidity of the first sighs brightened in all directions.
The entire planet was soon covered with what now looked like tears of joy.
Ana looked at the world with compassion and the colors kissed, then she touched the ground and nothing came out of the shapes, she tried to count them happily because some looked the same and from there we began to understand something different. This is how all living creatures on earth were born, as well as all that did not yet live. It is this famous goddess who gave her name to everything that existed, good or bad.
She was also called: "the great goddess mother of all things", the goddess of genres who created all differences and alliances.
NB: Ana is a primordial goddess, one of the oldest in our mythological beliefs. She is indeed the goddess of genres, the etymological proof is systematic appears almost every word.
Humanity learned to think, it remembered words, their meaning.
On the way to the year, on the first day of winter, the trees had lost their leaves, the grasses were frozen in a deadly appearance. In these moments the human no longer understood and people came to be mad.
It was on the side of the road, in the morning of cold moods, that a goddess named Anexiaé appeared to care for sick souls. Seeing one of these lost-eyed travelers, she turned into a hellebore, the winter rose. When the latter approached, Anexiaé whispered in his ear: "Eat me, eat me and you will raise your head. Eat me and you will see further", the sweet perfume penetrated the sick spirit, the man lowered and swallowed part of the plant.
The curvature imposed by its past burden jumped up. He started throwing up his madness in the middle of the road.
A few minutes passed and he finally got up, straight this time.
"But what is this miracle?" He cried a little loudly.
Those who were walking nearby heard him, saw that he had just changed and approached to inquire.
The perfume then came to their ears: "eat me, eat me and you will raise your head, eat me and you will see further!".
And all began to vomit their burdens, they also healed.
Annexed, the hellebore was recognized for the harshness of its care. She destroyed part of things to strengthen the rest. She was called, the goddess of hygiene, the fivepetals that solidify. Anexiaé was then also invoked for all kinds of things that needed to be solidified. She was the goddess of solidity.
Nb: that's ok, "Anexiaé" indeed designates the solidity given to something, physical or moral through a test or a job.
He was a warrior who had spent her life working her fighting skills, she called herself Bodicea, a descendant of Aoife the Great.
She was born into a British tribe, on the big island at the end of the world.
His family was of noble but poor lineage and Bodicéa had to learn to defend himself early on. On her 15th birthday, she went hunting because it was a hobby that honored the liveliness of people who dedicated their lives to war.
As she followed a shallow stream following the tracks left by a hare, Morgana's fog covered the whole region imperceptibly.
The little warrior got lost and had to take refuge in the hollow of a tree to spend the night.
There she had a dream inspired by the fairies that she would never forget: in the smoky swirls and blackened by the flames of a hard confrontation, she heard spikes and swords clashing brutally, the shields split, scattered a thousand wooden chips in all directions. Tall warrior women mingled and jostled each other ardently, the cries tearing apart the glowing night.
The fact that no man participated in the fight surprised the British girl.
Through the break that had allowed her to enter the trunk, the skinny little girl saw a tall woman heading for her refuge.
She was dressed in a doublet and a large red coat, in her hands a large spear fluttered easily on one side and the other, as if it weighed no heavier than a feather. The appearance squats quickly to look her directly in the eyes.
Her face was hard, as if he had been cut with a billhook, her muscular body really contrasted with that of the women she met in the village. But when she spoke, Bodicéa recognized her immediately. It was like the howling of angry winds, the way cut everything it touched nearby.
Behind the character, the furious noises of the fight continued all the more beautiful.
-Andartae ...., she murmured in a respectful breath.
It was the bear goddess who stood before her, the one to whom every Gallic fighter owed her strength and agility. His future fate too.
Even the strongest men dared not challenge a follower of the divine death. These women were said to have the strength of a bear, they were faster than a hare and their many years of learning systematically gave them the advantage over experienced soldiers.
You never knew where the young villager had disappeared, it was only several years later that she returned among her family.
She had changed a lot, a lot is growing. In her hand was frozen a long spear that she never put down. A large and heavy multicolored coat covered his shoulders.
These two objects, we knew them well in the Gallic culture, they were two symbols which only the disciples of Andartae the terrible displayed.
Hardly dared to speak in front of these women there, they were always designated as warlord and it is said that the goddess protected them wherever they went ...
It is also said that they all became magicians practicing augury and that most of the people who wanted to use magic against them, died suddenly and disappeared forever.
Also called Andartae, the translation is literally: the queen of bears.
This animal is always in touch with rivers full of fish.
The bears were for the Gallic great warriors, very strong. A stone engraving shows us this goddess with a bear approaching her.
The name of King Artur also comes from Artos, translation of the bear
It is a nymph, goddess inspiring the way of warriors. Each muse is a life path among the Gallic people.
Many kinds of trees grew, as much as tribes.
There was a goddess from the beginning who decided to protect the trees elsewhere, she was called Aryah or Arnalia in the Gold Coast.
She came down from the sacred mountain, it happened at the Areverni, the Arvernes.
Aryah exacerbated hearts and healed wounds. It created roads composed of green, moreover its stone of certainty is the green slate, Aria, which we find in the Arvernes in petals. These were the precious lamellae which were used on certain shields, notably those of the Arvernes, a superb dye was obtained from them. This so-called purity stone covered the paths with its gravel where Aryah was passing.
The famous sacred mountain that looked very just liketo an alder is over there. It is said that all the trees of the earth were covered with its slate petals and that is what formed the first leaves. They protected the minds of humans. Our ancestors surely wore them in their hairstyles.
This green matter served as pigment Among the Eduens, it was there that the goddess had taken the name of Arnalia.
Note: the name of the green goddess was Aryah, also known as Aryanna, Arianne.
No matter how hard I look, the myth seems correct to me. It is very old.
There were physical differences of course, and there was a god for every grandiloquent thing. Baïase was that of musculature.
The Gauls were athletic, among the Pyrenean tribes we practiced strength sports like throwing hammer, ax, trunk.
Habits have always had their places and Baïase had become a part of everyday life. It was also called "green wood", the nervous. The muscular god was also embodied in combat sticks. The lines of the wood, like those of the calendar had become an example of physical form and spiritual formalities. He was a god and as such, his musculature was most imposing, of those that mark the spirits. It was "the one who keeps the lines, the drawing, the impact of a memory.
Nb: in primo-language it is the god of absolute form, the will allied to the strain.
Passed in French in the form "balaise", this is the case to say.
All had their god, the one who helped them in everyday life. Baxei was the carrying god, the one who gives the strength to bear everything, especially the weight of hard work. We called him "the big beefy man, the signature of his name is found all over Gaul, as far as Belgica where he was called" Basso ", the god of baskets. To the people who asked or lived in Baxei we answered that he was still traveling. It was he who gave his name to the Basque people, it had come like that, in fact the Basques at that time were already used to transhumance and transported themselves and the business of everyday life, in the healthy heights where the sheep grazed in summer, then in winters they went back down to the plains where the temperature was better. These peoples of carriers followed the paths of their main god. It was said that Baxei was recognizable among all gods because it was he who carried the Pyrenees on his back. A few earthquakes would soon have attributed him to him as the disproportionate strength of the carrying god was recognized.
Nb: he was a god of mobility and roads, there is a connection with the very wise of baskets, the collars of portages and the bodily quality. To be compared to the god Baïase, the two reported very clearly with games of force, terribly active and the earthquakes I would say. The word "brassière" in French comes from the Gallic "baxo" which also means a basket.
In early spring, for the feast of Belenos, something came out of the ground, between the roots of the god tree.
Very quickly, two wings grew on its sides.
It was Cambotin, the serpent.
This one flew towards the summits by clinging to the trunk of the tree.
As he climbed, other wings grew on his back, each had 7 feathers and on these feathers were drawn seven eyes.
The snake grows into a giant and wraps around the tree.
When he reached the right height, he pushed several heads on him and thus he turned into a male hydra.
He stayed perched on the branches for a long time, hiding to chase the damascus from the sky, but Belenos convinced him and he turned into a marble stone so that he could not move and wrapped it around his stick for ever. It is still up there today, we can see it by starry nights.
The internal sun god, he belongs to the world below.
In Gallic "balli" means "roundness", thanks.
On the cauldron of gundestrup we find kernunos holding the ram-snake, it is an old figuration of Belenos, this stick-serpent is therefore a healer (we find it in European beliefs until the beginning of the last century.
In another sculpture by Kernunos, he sits on the chariot of time, between creativity (1st wheel) and memory (2nd wheel).
And the ram snake underneath in all its curves represents the road of life, the life force. This ram snake is actually Belenos represented in its animal form
Represented with a caduceus and Telephore the Greek doctor on a Gallic coin, Bélénos is the god of male beauty and good health.
Belenos is the god of good form, the doctor and the healer, but also of everything that brings health, healthy food for example, as well as sport or good sleep.
The organization of the Gallic worship was centered on a pragmatism of all the times and the logic appreciation of the things and this god which one also nicknamed "sun" is one of the main, the appearance is very important at these people who sought always a way to demonstrate good spirit.
Bélissama, the virgin with thorns.
Marcos had lost the brother who gave him his legs and he was no longer able to move physically.
Lug made appear a goddess before him in the sixth month of the year it was Bélissama, the virgin with thorns.
He admitswould go this young woman who had just appeared with astonishment and delight because she was beautiful like the heat of the sun.
A bewitching perfume surrounded him, a smell of broom.
Marcos closed his eyes to wiggle the scrolls and felt transported above the ground. Wings had grown behind him.
"Here Marcos, I show you the way to the air, but leave your body behind you because it will not pass through my thorns," hummed the deified beauty.
Marcos flew away, riding the light wind, and arrived at the top of the hill of Bélissama, there he could see the future of what he cultivated.
it was he who was later called "the rider of the wind", the projecting spirit.
He had become the flying seed that he would plant on the lands of the spirit.
Known as Belem'na, Belma, Belimina or Belmina, you also know her by the name of Belissama, the goddess of bees
Name of a Gallic goddess who teaches us by etymological study that she is very beautiful. Its name is associated with a French hill that supports broom. Broom comes from the Gallic word balano, Balinegenata, daughter or son of broom, descendants. The soft and rounded shapes of the hill and this name of beautiful confirm us that it is the goddess of female beauty of young women and women, our Gallic Aphrodite is sweet like honey, captivating like a perfume
, strong like a bee and beautiful like a butterfly, she is a goddess of young and clear waters.
It evokes nudity but another aspect makes us understand that it is special. All the female deities belong to the cult of the waters. Belemna with its name associated with a dry hill, so it can only be cloudy waters. Fog of the bewitching soul. She has a Scottish counterpart: Eihne, daughter of the Dagda., A princess of heights. Belemna contains the Gallic term NEMA which relates to the revenge of the sky, the downpours, in addition to a reputation as a drug addict. Could it be jealousy embodied?
The beauty of the young woman located on the dome of the crater of Vix is undoubtedly her representation, the vase containing undoubtedly the clear water of the youth that those who buried it undoubtedly wanted eternal like rain, pure and virgin , we can nickname it: "the one that disturbs the spirits". The woman who was buried with this magnificent crater wore a tiara including engravings of the divine horse, a sign of the deification of an exceptional woman.
It’s the spirit of female magic.
And we partied with the Gauls, we indulged in large groups. There was a god for everything that caused a deep feeling. Boccus was a god of joy very well known throughout Gaul. He had been given the drinking vessels, bee nectar and sagebrush which were used to improve the taste of wine, also cervoise, malt. He was therefore above all a god of the pleasures of life, a god who spoke a lot in military camps and who reconciled the quarrels formerly between Gallic because their strength of character did not often admit forgiveness. Boccus was there to lighten the mood.
Nb: the primo-language refers to a translation like "the bodily will", that of today's epicureans, Boccus also called Baicorix is not from Greece where it was called Bacchus with somewhat different. It is not certain that he is a god, rather a mythical king. It has marked the Gallic language a lot, so I suppose it is at least 3000 years old.
In the lands of Berry, territory of Bituriges, there was a very special goddess.
She lived in a tree that you call "Birch" very close to its old name: "Bétulla". The goddess Bodoua when she was embodied in the land of men did so in the form of a crow. An animal that has the habit of warning everyone of its piercing cries when something strange approaches.
She was also called: "the goddess of the guards", the budenicos, those who warn.
A certain ritual allowed the stone of the crow to appear, by heating the bark of the tree, a shiny bitumen, a black and sharp obsidian. His warriors kept the Biturige territory from their piercing cries. Strangers thought they were crazy and preferred to turn back.
These tribes built their houses in this birch wood because it was also the home of the deity.
His stone of certainty which one finds over there is an obsidian, it is the stone of guard.
This goddess protected the center of the forest where well established these very large master trees that were called "kings".
It must be in these surroundings that all the druids of Gaul met, at the foot of these immense trees, where one must find a certain number of menhirs and dolmens.
the founding myths of the Biturige Cube people. Their name means: the guardians kings of the woods, of the forest, because of the cutting edge of obsidian and not "kings of the world" as some
Bitumen is another word of Gallic origin.
One day when Belenos was walking on the land of men, he encountered the divine tree of a thousand colors. The god doctor often walked in the countryside to study new plants, it seemed prodigious to him. So he decided to go up there to acquire more and more knowledge. Indeed it was the tree of knowledge that stood there before him.
Bélénos turned into an ivy snake named "Bolusseron". A plant with a thousand eyes that made it possible to explore every corner of the world. He had kept his ram's horns. The snake began to climb from the base of the tree, gripping with all its strength the gigantic trunk.
He climbed as high as he could but at the bend of a branch, his forces abandoned him. The trunk under him had lost vigor, Bélénos had learned as much as it had been possible for him to do but arrived at the end of its terrestrial possibilities, luck abandoned it, this blocking annoyed him to the highest point. His thirst for learning and acquiring more power betrays him. With one last dash, he threw himself into the air, hoping to reach other higher branches, he wanted to grow even bigger than Kernunos.
But the sun blinded him and he missed the grip.
Thus the god doctor fell to the ground, wanting to go too far into the heavens.
His fall was rapid and part of him sank underground, in the Anderos, the kingdom of fiery passions.
Since that time, the part of Bélenos that fell was called "Bolussos" the black snake, black and brown. The latter wandered between the world of the middle and that of the "Anderos", it had kept its form of serpent-ivy, this time purely terrestrial. Condemned to crawl in the middle of the downfall, he had become bald, mean, old, and blind, still had his Aries horns. It was since then that the doctor was called: the briber. The one who had gone too far. The climbing snake is still the symbol for luminous medicine today, while the creeping snake represents corruption.
Nb: it is indeed climbing ivy which has medicinal properties, not creeping ivy.
The sources of the Nièvre offer a pretty panorama, those in the surroundings that are the gates of Borvos, the god of hot springs. Among the Boïens, the peoples are allied with mother earth. Borvos, who came out of the hot, humid ground, had a craze for pottery, it was he who taught the Boïens the art of shaping clay into solid cooked objects. We do not know when it started but we find a special stone in Boian territories, even in the places where they immigrated. A wooden stone.
It comes out of the ground indifferently, recognizable by its shell in the form of bark and its endings in branches. When you hit it, it emits a noise and sparks, the inside of these stones is brown, which looks like wood. It is the stone of solid peoples, that of liveliness. Besides, it is called "sparkle stone", thus rendering the character of its tribes. This stone of certainty there is called "Boïa". Also called hot stone.
Nb: Borvos is also called "Bolvinus". It has to do with hot medicinal mud, wood, cutting due to the edge of the flint.
I still found allucinant connections with Sanskrit words, "Gaûh" would be "Boú", where "Gwïuos". So some people confuse "the living" with "the mud". As one could confuse salt and pepper, it is anything.
Brãuo and Corobadios.
The crusher and the yellow dwarfs.
In the land of the wind was a people of small men, these dwarfs who were called Corobadios were the first of this ancient line called small grains.
Their smallness had made it possible for the wind to transport them far when on foot they could not travel. They flew one above the other without ever being able to firmly establish themselves.
In the land of immense stones was born a race of giant. Those on the other hand weighed far too heavy to be able to transport themselves to other land than that of the invisible mountains. As gigantic as they are, these had a big flaw, unable to see where they were walking, their movement could make a big noise but only noise ... the sounds of mountain giants brightened up in the deserts, and inevitably end up getting lost.
One of them, whose name was Brãuos, the crusher decided to conquer the land of the winds.
"These little beings are nothing despite their multitude, my strength will bring them to step. They are the ones who will be my slaves and transport me" he said to himself one day.
So he left the moinvisible mountains and with great noise, approached the border of the yellow dwarfs.
We saw him arriving from afar, moreover, Brãuos did not scare anyone. Just fanned the curiosity of grains of sand.
On the other hand, he was surprised to see no one at the start, he wondered where the famous people had passed, whose ability to transport himself everywhere facetiously.
So ... slowly, he moved awkwardly because of his overweight, this one undertook to cross the border.
It was at this precise moment that he understood his error.
No sooner did he set foot in this country than an intense clamor reminded him of reality.
"But it is designed" heard the man without being able to distinguish where the voice came from.
"By all the gods, what is this magic?" Wondered the bawdy.
-where you hide you bunch of dwarfs!
-but it is designed there! Retorted the clamor.
"He is stupid where he is blind" repeated one of them.
-who are you aphid, what is your name?
You must obey your new master!
- don't know, replied the dwarf.
I am Corobadios.
-You must obey me! Where's your boss? He must obey me! Where are all your brothers, they must obey me! You have to carry me through the air, I want to fly!
-but it is designed there! All the dwarfs took to heart.
"My boss is Corobadios" heard the giant faintly.
-Ha, you are at least two!
Call all your brothers and give me each their name!
-Well then say my friends, here is one who understands nothing at all where well then, he does it on purpose. He must be a gigantic liar or just a little dreamer!
Innumerable laughter fluttered, echoing everywhere.
-I am the greatest of all creatures, you will suffer my anger until the last if you do not obey my grandiose person!
The giant advanced firmly and finally put the first weight in the land of winds.
He suddenly realized that he had just lost a foot. There was nothing under him that could support him.
No one knows how long the fall lasted, the weather not being the same depending on the region.
When the monstrous and furry arrived at ground level where it sank, it saw the hills, then the mountains and the castles of the dwarfs.
"It is not a believable thing" he exclaimed in a great howl which raised millions of microscopic yellow things.
Then the giant disappeared in the yellowing multitude which then covered it ...
A new hill had appeared in the land of the wind. A small hill. From the giant bawdy, there were no memories left on the land of the Corobadios.
Nb: "brãuo" is a Gallic word that has come down to the present day in the form of "braillo" in patois, "le brailleur" in French.
She is still known today as Brigitte, a good fairy. The brigas were Gallic outposts, forts most often positioned on hills.
Brigania is therefore the goddess of territorial progress and the defense of borders. These forts were used by travelers to take refuge in a good shelter at the borders of the Gaul tribes. She is a goddess of the dawn and of civilization who protects from the force of her borders. Definitely a defensive warrior too.
Included in the cult of the waters, Brigania can be said to be the goddess of morning dew.
The Kingdom of Camulos, a god of unattainable heights. It is in this country, perhaps that of the Segusiaves, that a special divine tree grew in peace, it was called "Melatia" the tree that heals wounds. It is also through this that the god in question was incarnated in the mountains under the appearance of a chamois named "Camos". He was the king of agility and it was said of his mountain that it was the country of dexterity.
One day, a bear that was nicknamed "Artorix", quite clever but not for all, decided to conquer the kingdom of Camulos. He walked a long time on the steep slopes and eventually acquired, by dint of pitfalls, the power on this mountain where he managed to run nonchalantly.
He arrived at the foot of the tree and realized that there was no catch that would allow him to climb to the top of the mountain.
The trunk was smooth, the stony bark slipped with each test, the coveted cones spread their saving colors above him. He waited a long time at the foot of the giant but the thorns fell in the fall, the precious stones remained firmly anchored in the divine veins. He waited again, but the extremely solid wood did not fall either. It was finally the chamois, who passed by, tapping their nails hard, who brought down the fruits of health. This little stone was that of the coveted dexterity. The bear in question then became so agile in spirit that it was given the nickname of comaterecos, the one with an agile spirit.
Nb: "camiorica", "camuloriga", "camulorix" and "Camulos" are from the same family which designates with the root "Camo" the dexterity. The stone found in the stony veins of the high Alps, orange or brown, a brown quartz.
The bear has always been the main character in Gallic tales. It can vary and turn into other species.
When the Romans invaded the Gauls, they used treachery more than courage. They succeeded in pitting the tribal chiefs against each other by promising them future peace and commercial fortune. Then they killed a third of the population and reduced the rest to slavery. It's the truth.
Yet there were leaders who fiercely resisted the manipulators from Rome. One of them was nicknamed Catamantaloedis, the magician king. He was a Séquane monarch who spoke passionately to his people, all of whom listened to his diatribes with fervor. He gave his enemies a lot of trouble and thus entered Gallic history. We called this man "the one who owns the hundred paths of passion", it was his magic. He gathered many tribes around him thanks to his words and they entered the arena with him. It was his Eduans neighbors who doubtless betrayed him, for fear of his power over people. Monotheism had made them felonious towards other tribes.
Catamantaloedis was thus forever remembered as the king who propagated his fervors, a magician who has deserved to enter Gallic mythology.
Nb: all this seems likely. The primo language allows to find the deep meaning of the nickname of Catamantaloedis. It is very useful to know him.
"Ca" or "Ka": the law of the place.
"Ta": authorizing officer.
"Ma": twinning, reconciliation.
"An": from Ana, the genre.
"Lo": indicates something spiritual.
"Édis": from the world of passions.
"Mantalo": a grouping of routes,
"Cata": a meeting, a circle.
"Manto": thought word, spoken word.
So I translate: the one who gathers the fervors. This is the primo-language, the basic language that supports the Gallic language.
This nickname of "Catamantaloedis" undoubtedly designates a Druid because it seems that the latter carried very colorful names. This explains why we do not have simple names which designate the Druids of the time.
There were heroes and among these, there were some who always passed in front of the other warriors, leading the rest of the troop after them. It is they whom we nicknamed Cingeti, because of their helmet edged with two wings at each temple.
It was called "the seat of the hawk", all the fighting started with these men and women there. Their reputation was well established and the winged helmet promised a lot of adversity to those opposite.
There was a general called Ségos who distinguished himself on many occasions. He always attacked first, forcing the admiration of his own. His javelin throws, Tanaris' thunderbolts, made the enemy tremble.
Nb: it seems indeed that the wearers of winged helmets passed in front of the others by training them. The term Cingeti also seems correct to me to designate the famous helmet.
Of course some fell ill and from there the druids brought their care, graces of Belenos. However, there was someone else in the room whene the Druid officiated, it was Cuculãtos, the prince of the undergrowth.
It was said that he was always present despite the fact that he was invisible, he was represented as a hooded child who could not age, his muscles were as hard as oak wood. It was also said to be a battler, that's why the sick invoke it, to heal faster.
The red prince was a hero among the Gauls, but a savage too. We saw some patients jump everywhere after its passage, as if people were taken with an amusing animal vigor. Cuculãtos had made himself known throughout Gaul for his good offices, he often accompanied Bélenos in his travels.
Nb: indeed, Cuculãtos is a divinity of the cure but especially of the physical animality, that is to say that it conditioned the remissions by accelerating the cures by a miracle, it seems that the red prince has something to see with a bark where a medicinal plant of the undergrowth very invigorating for the blood.
Dagda was a young man when he decided to travel to learn the roads of the world and he was an expert sailor as well as a good fisherman.
Once, while fishing, a big fish caught in its nets, a gigantic salmon which led the boat to the cloudy islands above the known currents of that time.
The hull broke on the rocks of the coast and Dagda was precipitated into the water. He thought he was dying when a uimpi mermaid called him to his song. The human swam hard and long, animated that he was of new energy. On the beach, a young woman was waiting for him.
"Who are you?" Asked the shipwrecked man.
"I am Ana and you arrived on my island" replied the evanescent appearance.
Dagda was surprised to find that the waters that surrounded him carried within them a warmth that he had never felt in the sea that bordered his village of origin.
"I am far from home and I cannot go back, where can I find the wood that will allow me to build another ship"
"You came from the other side of your sea and here wood is scarce apart from a few roots" she taught him.
"Yours are not waiting for you because you have drifted too long. You can live here, the Ana people are welcoming you will see" she said again.
"Damn destiny!" Pesta le Dagda.
"Do not utter the storm in my kingdom, fate is the father of destiny. Remember you," sang the siren, enigmatic.
Thus the fisherman could only build a small boat and never left the island hidden in the clouds.
He did not regret it for long, because in the middle of this land, the salmon went up streams to lay eggs, then let themselves be caught at the end to feed the tribes.
The newcomer caught the big fish in his hand, and it took on a shiny hue that remained anchored on his skin.
Dagda thus feeds all the children of the kingdom. He fell in love with the goddess Ana and they had a daughter called "Étunia" which means "the one who gives back the light".
In the middle of its new land, a sea bird brought a large seed which grew easily in the hot climate which reigned over the place. Soon, a gigantic tree sheltered the united tribe of Ana.
A tree that no one ever cut down.
Nb: from interpretation of the meaning of "dagos", "Dagodevos" ... etc ... in Gallic texts, I would say that Dagda has a relationship with the shape of a silver fish in the shape of a sword or dagger . It is a purely macho sense of the rest (which does not surprise me considering the time) because it is also used in the sense of "penis" and parêtre (father).
We will continue to compare it with a fish like its Galilean alter-ego, Dagan.
The Druids call him "the good god" but it would rather be "the birth god" or "the virile god".
The shape of the Gallic swords represent the Dagda, the sex of the man is represented by the blade.
There were also beliefs due to the places and memories that had appeared, it was in a lake that Daeserte the seeker resided. It was also called: the hand of the gods. It was forbidden to come and fish in certain sacred lakes, if by chance you went to these places there as profaners, a ghost hand grabbed your foot to try to train in the water. Daeserte was a valiant slayer of all those who exercised sacrilege. Around the sacred woods he was embodied in the bushes of catchy brambles, he made the malicious go crazy but he protected the good people they said. During religious initiations, it was necessary to pass by the judgment of the hand of the gods. It is only after having undergone the test that you were recognized as valid because Daeserte, good where bad was a master of magic somewhat exuberant at times.
Nb: There is also a connection with the usual customs, fishing, the fact of granting the wishes. He is a master god
re also called "Baeserti". Apparently he is a male deity but maybe not, in fact it seems that he can get into people to guide them. It is also a guard dog, where a guardian animal. He is also the
god ... of the clumsy, in the sense that he serves as an excuse.
We don't know when he was born, but we know where, in the dawn and the dullness of the morning. He was called Dahus the Gray, a god of imprecision, impression and instinct. He came from the world of passions from below. He was a king as much as an outlaw, a destroyer because he sometimes led to the abyss but his opposite, a benevolent luck-maker sometimes. His will was secret, indistinguishable, which made him a prince of religious.
When we didn't know what to do, we called him to enlighten the people inside. It was a shelter in incomprehensible situations that he caused himself. But now, Dahus was sometimes a false god too because nothing of him had a tangible reality. He was the dark, the hidden, the chariot that does not go straight, the will that must remain secret when its goals, completely indirect. A good god and a bad god because that is what he represented: good and evil.
It belongs to the world below, Aidubno.
Aiduos is represented in the legendary, seated cross-legged in the Gallic style, living underground or rather under the trees and having a shield. UIDIO means in Gallic: "evil fire" (religious passion, obscurantist), an old legend speaks of a silver shield.
It was a god of the Eduens who fought the Arverns alongside the Romans and who later obtained the "freedom of the city" (to speak) in Rome.
(perhaps to found the new religion there).
Aiduos has a counterpart in Greece, Adès, the dark god of hell.
Dusios in Gallic means: demons
In Gallic cosmology, Donn designates spirituality in the albios, Donnotarvos is the animal which designates nobility in bitu and Aiduos the forfeiture of the body. Three planes, spiritual-soul-body.
It is the god of the underworld, Aidubno, who represents the balance of ideas of the middle world, Bitu, against the world above, Albios. The middle world is equivalent to the Gallic territories on earth which are divided between good and evil.
Nb: it is also called Aïduos, the Greeks make it Ades, it is a divinity of imprecision, blind passions which can also become destructive or beneficent also among the Gauls. It is a divinity of the slowness of the paths.
Onoava in the sky, was Sirona in the passionate world from below. On earth, she was Damona, the doe, because in the middle world, the gods are never embodied in human form. When Lugus was born, a young orphaned deer appeared on earth, Adamos, when Donnat was born in the sky, a young calf appeared on earth, also orphaned. And there were other animals that embodied the gods on earth. Moritasgus, Albius and Borvos among others.
When the doe saw one of these divine children appear in the sacred clearing, she could not help providing maternal care. Thus grew all the gods of the earth, under the tender gaze of Damona, feminine kindness.
Nb: I confirm that Damona is indeed the earthly goddess of kindness and tenderness, the two nectars that nourish and grow children in happiness. So it is not cowhide as the terminology in Sanskrit suggests. It does not come from the Indo-European current. In Greek mythology, it is called Amalthea, a goat among them.
It's all good for Damona.
Among all those who were born over time, there was a man and many took him for half a being in the past. Most did not care, there were some to harass him. The latter were very little after all, the manant was scary to see. It seemed that a curse followed him wherever he wandered and yet the character in question had a good heart, too good heart one could say.
The truth is that he was born at a time which was not his, indeed, this one did not remember absolutely nothing of its past.
He was called Divic, it was a nickname because no one had wanted to name him since his birth.
Divic means "the burning hand", the light that destroys the dusios.
The person was poor, Divic was very scary. It was said of him that at every step he forgot his future. The only people who approached him with a smile were unhappy people. They knew very well that the days he was there, they would not have much work. In the evening they would feast more than it was possible to do.
For the others, the stories were going well.
"I saw Divic this morning, the world is going to turn upside down!"
"Damn, even the
fleas don't want that one. Next season will be good! "
"The gang that raged on the dark roads had some problems, it is said that they stole a piece of bread from Divic! Not one escaped."
The princes did not dare to pronounce his name.
"The cursed king arrived this morning. He cannot stay with us! What a misfortune, the soldiers dare not approach him. What a misfortune. They say that the trees are blooming behind him".
The women who met him fell in love with him and could approach him.
"This man is very beautiful. But how hard, with him by our side. We would be quiet for a long time" they said.
And so, the man in question was tracing his path amidst the myths that sprouted up tirelessly.
"Leave him in peace, we don't want any problems!", We ended up saying.
Someone asking old Druid about it one day. The sage had already heard of the traveler.
He said that the character in question had arrived at the door of the other world but that he did not dare to cross it entirely. It is from this moment that he carries a silver hand. The Druid also said that whoever gave Divic what he had in excess, was given the same thing multiplied by ten ... but that he who stole it, irretrievably lost everything he had in a short time.
A funny story in truth.
Nb: I remind you that the "Dusios" are the ghosts of the past.
"Divic", also called "Dïuic", means "the divine" in the sense of "generosity" in every sense of the word. Not "revenge".
Kernunos admired the world of Nemetonia, Lug lit up the days of Etunia.
And Adamos was transported with ease each time he took one of the paths of Ivis.
But Donn did not understand because in his world, the second part of the crown of stars, nothing moved.
His terrestrial lining, the Donnotarvos, the noble bull with metaphysical visions then realized that a danger was threatening his position as guardian of eternal ideas. In the sky, Kernunos changed these by changing positions, a star where a group of stars had inspired him with some deep thoughts but another made him forget it, inspiring him another.
For Lugos, it was Étunia who appeared to him in broad daylight, then from day to day changed his outfit, inspiring him a thousand different things, increasing, full, decreasing, his outfit always changed. And then soon, even his absences inspired him with other feelings, that's how his heart fills with the thousand colors of the rainbow I think.
On earth the result was up to the escapades of Adamos. Each time he took one of the ivis paths, a new being was born, it was from him that all living creatures with bodies on earth came.
There were soon a crowd of different beings who did not acquire in the gardens of Etunia, and soon, they invaded all cultures, ravaging part of them, they fed on them.
Worse, they started to fight among themselves, during the absences of the moon, the most wicked ate others ...
The blood of kings.
The chiefs were compared to the majestic trees, as an extension of their terrestrial divinity.
Their blood then became that of the gods full of knowledge. The great Oaks opposed their solidity through the centuries, it is there that stood Dvoricos, the god of temperaments. Its essence covered the underside of the sacred barks with its reddish hue, not rising in the shade, protected by its rough character. Dvoricos taught druids the knowledge of the tree through his blood temperament. Light nymphs called Dervones helped him at every turn of his materials, where these girls showed their volatile colors of the same red as their father's blood, was a red jasper stone called "Devia", that who praises spirits with devotion. This jade eye was the stone of humor, that of magic hidden in all beings in the world. The stone of blood that swept away feelings. The knowledge that Dvoricos brought to men was not to be disclosed to everyone and a great secret reigned among the followers of this god.
Nb: Dvoricos also had for name "Dervoricos", the king of the devotions of the oak, the vigor and the solidity, the good health of the characters which assert themselves.
He seems to be nicknamed "the third king", having regard to the three worlds.
Eberri was the god of the great herds for each profession. He was a god of wealth and excess who was nicknamed "the bubbling spring" where "the bushy", the rich. Throughout Gaul a cattle market had been established and these horse traders of the time all wore a sort of red headdress which resembles a beret. It was one of the distinctive colors
which brought together merchants where other symbols represented other professions elsewhere. Eberri was a hard worker passionate about his profession who had his own parties all year
Nb: the word "Beret" in French comes from the Gallic "Biro", which meant wearing a bushy blanket, see "Eburro". The red color of Basque berets comes from there, it's old. This same color seems to have been reserved for certain divine branches, we found it at Cuculãtos.
Elhe was a very well-known goddess, it was said that she returned to live in the mountains in winter to cover her with the softness of her skin. Her water element was snow, the silky look of female skin. She was born in the world above and the birds received from her the name of their wings, the goddess had given them the silkiness of their feathers too. Its plant was the big comfrey, we recognized it because of the soft touch of its leaves. She had a lake, because she was a lady of the lakes, these calm and peaceful areas. Certain roads belonged to him that one called "the easy ways" so much these were without pitfalls. It also gave its name to Alésia the sweet, the quiet city.
Nb: I confirm that Elhe was the goddess of graceful and fine expanses, a deity of the skin. 100%
Marcos, thanks to his wings had become a demi-god, he flew over the clearing of the stormy Tanaris and the eighth month, landed in the middle of a white clearing and lit by the sun.
The noble bull had attributed this kingdom to a unicorn waiting for him, recognizable by his single horn.
With a blow of the horn, the latter dug a hole where the rider of the wind buried himself with fatigue, then he fell asleep for the night, a new tree was growing in the place he previously occupied.
The next morning, The horseman had taken the form of the centaur.
The tree of youth gave fruit quickly, fruits that looked like large, smooth, shiny balls.
Two of them fell to the ground, one at night and the other by day.
The first dug a deep hole and from this tunnel emerged a creature of the night, Moritasgus, the badger god who cultivated the forgetfulness. When he saw what was around him, he returned to his den as quickly as he could.
The second fruit did not sink so much that it was light like air, and it was mud, lega, which covered it by itself. A little chubby being covered in the spirit of his ancestors began to smile in the light of day. It was Boruos, the god of pottery and souvenirs. He later produced many pots, dishes and vases to welcome the new fruits that would fall from the tree.
Épona was the pure unicorn, mother responsible for births, learning and the smiling future, all the riders of the wind who followed Marcos' path admired him respectfully.
It is the representation of the goddess Etunia on the world of the medium, wife of Lug.
Epo means to cover, Epona, the incubator.
This verse which has been found surely belongs to the Eponian cult: "my daughter, take my spindle whorl".
The matrix role of women in Gallic society is transmitted from mother to daughter, they are the weavers of the future.
Epona is a goddess represented by a woman taking a horse who supports a little girl or a pre-adolescent girl, she also holds a basket containing fruit. Epona means: the one who covers, the protector of the salubrious fruits of the tribe.
I think this goddess worshiped by our ancestors is the goddess of ripe and healthy fruit. The young lady representing the one who passes from the status of child to the status of woman, carried by her steed, above the others. This girl is also the representation of a pure virgin, it is the representation of what is not perverted.
A carrier of the future, who has a relationship with Athena, the protector of Zeus and the arts in general. She is therefore the goddess who provides a good future, the deity of the education of women at least and the representation of the mother. Is Epona the master of the future?
Horses were of great importance for the Gauls, Epona is also the goddess of horses carrying the future.
Epona, the incubator means in the abstract language of sapling: "the one who gives warmth".
This means that the goddess of horses and holy fruit is the goddess who gives comfort, the strength to continue.
The ways of the green goddess.
The depth of each thing often depends on creativity or memory. To be able to appreciate the most distant elements, you must know how to look behind them or know how to take a step back. Erda was a deity of sky and water, that of the depths. The eagle inscribed in the stars was dedicated to him. This goddess of deep vision had the habto shock people to call them to order. The depth of his kingdom is matched only by that of the kingdom of the dead, from the most ancient memory in which they were inscribed. The black eagle represented her on earth, there again the vision, the shocking understanding of what one could not retreat came from her. She was the goddess of the depths of the sea depths, of precipices, she was also a goddess who transmitted life after death. On another level, it was undoubtedly it which one also called Morgana.
Nb: from "Are": the surrounding vision, "eda": the secret of the mind. She is often associated with the Ordos: the hammer which expresses a shock, certainly a goddess inspiring vision, where which brings into the deep world, it is surely also one of the three which govern the kingdom of the dead, that of the black Eagle. Also called: Aereda.
A goddess of the depth of the eyes, it is a divinity of the truth.
Some mountains take the forms of eternity. This was the case of the mountains of the goddess Ergé who gave them his name. His tree was that of becoming and involvement. She was a goddess from above. It was she who led the achievements and in that she had a personal relationship with each personality. It was said that his action was that of limits and unlimited, a principal.
We saw it in the formation of hedges, mouths and ravines. The future of each depended on Ergé who was a mother for the Gauls. She instructed, she had the work prepared and gave the courses to keep. She was one of the goddesses who lead heroes to their goals. She organized the expanses as much as the war campaigns by her councils. As defensive as attacking, Ergé the mountain nymph was adamant, she did not back down from anything, it was she who imposed her territorial limits. It erected what had to be done forever, a deity of cultural eternity too.
Nb: and yes, Ergé was a goddess of the organism, a thought organizer or a very well organized client. Besides, obviously this family of French words which describes the organization of work, ideas where fighting belongs to him.
"Érigo", in the Gallic primo-language means limitation and limitlessness, which is where something has to become.
From "Eri", the perimeter and "Go" activity.
Érimos was a demi-god, the son of a doe and Adamos, from his birth, we realized that he looked constantly at the heavens and that his feet never touched the ground without flying away.
He walked everywhere, never paying attention to where he was going and his mother always had to keep an eye on him.
This maternal cover prevented him from being an integral part of one group or another. He continued to wander, carefree, his nose in the air, admiring the colored lights. One day, he met Eridobno, the black eagle, a female too. The latter took it to the sky to show him the purity of the air and the spirits from above at night. Erimos asked the divine eagle to never lower him to the ground again because that was not his place, he did not understand the world in the middle, that of the land of men. Instantly, the Eagle transformed it into air, water and light, Érimos projected himself Erasinos. And Erasinos was a little rainbow that everyone could see from the four corners of the middle world, this time, Erimos put his two feet on the ground during the day. The innocent lived since that moment in the kingdom of pure hearts, those who, however bright they may be, are incapable of wickedness without ever being able to hide from the evil that pursues them, without any cowardice either. Beings who are however well above the common lot, because the imagination guides their way. They are the real innocent people who cannot perceive if evil inhabits the world around them or not, their heads continually in the clouds. Humans sometimes take them for lunatics, when they are often the wisest.
Nb: "Érimos" means "Pure heart", it is our Gallic Hermes.
It seems that the Gallic name for the rainbow is actually "Erasinos".
Among the Swiss, vast meadows where not many trees grew covered the gentle mountains.
There was a goddess from above named Etullilia. Its symbol was a yellow asterism that could be seen from afar. It was said to be the fertility stone in the cold mountains. His name was "wius", the mountain star. Wherever we saw asterism, the plants grew happily, numerous, and the Swiss lived in peace in the middle of the softness of these straws. It is perhaps this goddess who named the numerous tribes of the mountain pastures. Where the meadows were rich and numerous. There is a flower that says you most resemble the character of Etullilia which we also called Etuwilia is edelweiss.
It means "yellow asterism of fertile land", that's about it.
Nb: our ancestors knew China, this word "wius", is also found there with the same kind of meaning: "wuche", the yellow asterism. I searched for this stone for a long time and I finally found it, which gives the letter "w" to my symbolism.
The work continued, no one wastes his time when he does it for a few reasons.
The Gauls organized themselves, all taken up with their occupations, the life provided for their needs of whole beings. Beings that creation had endowed with a curious sense of comparison. They were conscientious and consciousness is the daughter of knowledge.
In the more northern regions, a tribe had erected a cult for a goddess that everyone envied, the cult of Etunia, also known as Éduina or even with them: Areduina. This tribe of the present Ardennes loved above all mountains that nothing came to corrupt. The very great complexity of the valiant landscapes which were covered with purple in the fall. Moreover, Étunia was also called "the red goddess", the blushing moon which makes live plants grow at night. The gardens of freedom that nothing could hinder as they were prolix in their tangled forms. In Ireland, she called herself Eithne, Eden.
It is in these landscapes full of grace that a very special people was born. Etunia was a magnificent goddess, the mother of all artists. It is said that from his union with Lugus was born a long time ago a child of freedom that a black monster tried to devour. I think I remember that he was the one later named Merlin, the magician. But that's another story, let's come back to this goddess who gave her name in the fall, whose colors all men were looking for, the one that gently ignited their hearts.
Etunia the universe goddess of the garden of the arts.
(where goddess of the creative earth gardens)
The images are very representative of the very essence of the green goddess.
Druidic discipline develops the arts of thought in parallel with the spirit that emanates from mother nature.
The goddess has a name: EDEN (Etunia the primordial goddess).
It is prolific only thanks to light and water.The Alpha and the Omega.
We are all his children.
She is the Master of the present, that of the middle, of the day and of the night (it is then Némétunia)
(See ancient sculptures).
Gallic riders worshiped her under the surname "Epona" by day in the middle world and "Nemetona" by night, in the world above, it is Etunia.
In the underground world, it is undoubtedly Nantosuelta.
Its reference star is the moon.
Etunia is considered virgin, it is because it is the goddess who generates the spirit, the consideration of the physical body is absent from its principle. It therefore also carries the Belissama principle.
Her husband hero is none other than the most famous of the Gallic gods. The one people call "the master of all the arts" and "the conqueror of nations". Lug.
Etunia is the word that became Eden among Christians. It is the name of the green goddess, the diurnal counterpart of Nemetona, a deity who receives the heat of the sun, the goddess of green plants. She was also named Eythne, where Anna. she is a primordial divinity, and Lug's wife, he is reincarnated on earth when Etunia calls his hero.
You will recognize it by the name of Athena.
She is the protector of the arts as well
May the goddess of intelligent thought.
She is the light of spirits, the light of rebirth, embodied with the Gallic queen
There were so many stones to be distributed that the goddess of certainty decided to call on a giant from below. His name was Fonios, the fusion agent. His hand was hard that nothing could open, his skin red and creased. He lived in the cavities that led to the passionate worlds below. Uirona, also known as Urnia, gave all the stones of the creation to the red guard, and he rolled them with grace, and he rolled them long to soften the corners. It was a princely treasure here that colorful cluster. All the stones found were united, all the colors of humanity then allied into one group. It was called this new stone: "Fani", the stone of the mixtures. The ancestors told their stories for one of these meetings for a long time, this large pile of multicolored pudding served as a landmark. It had been searched in the ferruginous caves of the Brocéliande region. A funny area was when there were many mines.
First of all, before the first morning of the world there was only one black sun,
In the middle of the night a rooster crowed loudly, it was the Gallic rooster, the god Gara,
The divine animal hitherto hidden in the night had just broken the seed, separating the universe in half,
He ate the first part and the dawn advanced, the colors of his plumage were given to the earth,
In the morning the rainbow surrounded the rising sun,
At the end of the day, just in the middle of the night, he ate the second part of the seed, and the universe goes out,
But soon after, the caliaco started singing again and another morning was born.
Nb: the god Gara, said god cry can only be the one who incarnates in the form of the Gallic cock. It is he who awakens the world, it is the first cry of life.
I note that the colors of the gaussy garments of the Gauls may have come from this myth.
"Caliaco", the rooster, was probably pronounced "Galiaco", "Galli-Iaco".
Which means: Gallia's law. The emblem was the Gallic cock.
There was a custom well rooted in all the Gallic tribes, it was called the "gari", in French: the cry.
This way of expressing life was shared everywhere. The Gari defined the membership, the desire, they were made love songs also called: the garat.
A true culture of the living cry had settled.
Pregnant Gaulish women would invoke the goddesses Garmangabi to give birth to a great life force and push the Great Gari from birth. This is a long way from the past, even today the newborn baby is screamed for good health.
These Garmangabi goddesses were the deities of the first breath, those of the wise women nicknamed them: the screamers. The clarity and soundness of the first word foreshadowed the success of the Gauls.
Nb: 100%, the living cry was indeed a Gaulish custom.
It is found for many acts of daily life as well. I want to say that, in fact, when you look at the behavior of today's French people, the Gauls have not changed much. They sing their loves loudly, they exercise their rights in all legitimacy, they still shout their life force, today as yesterday, as their ancestors did.
The word "cry" in French comes from the Gaelic "gari".
There was a time when humans needed an example of purity, and Adamos gave them the fires of creation and envy, but there was still a lack of civilization for the tribes to ascribe to them.
Lugus will beget Goben the pure and send him to earth.
Goben was a particular god, he was the god of truth and accuracy a researcher and a scrubber. His matter was iron.
He was also the god of minerals, he was said to see far, and no plots of truth escaped him, just like metal plots.
Thus, thanks to Gobenos, men forged strong, incorruptible tools and made the most purified of products. The first was an iron fork that allowed to defend and work in the fields, the second was a plow that returned to earth to do it. his treasures appeared, the third was a peak that allowed him to dig the stone and find the precious metals there.
Goben had the art of revealing the real things, statues made of the purest metals were dedicated to him.
Nb: unjustly confused with Ucuetis the former blacksmith, Goben, says Gabenos, is really the god of mineral purity especially. He is a god of choice. He is found to be affiliated with Volkanus-Adamos god of the fires of creation, and to Ucuetis the metal-forming god, so he is the blacksmith. Goben is also depicted fighting naked in a very clean dress, as well as a shield, a symbol ofsolidity. He was a Gallic god, we find the root in several words. Among the Vikings after the accent is Goibniū.
It appears that Gabenos is the blacksmith of iron, Ucuetis the one of bronze and so Adamos would possibly be that of tin.
The Mattres returned every year to provide all their care to the Gallic people, they passed through the Pyrenees on the territory of the Volcanoes tectosages.
It was on the side of the Gard peak that they laid a love egg. An eternal egg that gave birth to a well-known god. It was Grannos, the one who foresaw the offspring and the seedlings. He is said to have had a magic bow, and that all the wheat ears of barley that came from the ground were in fact arrows that the Gaulish cupid shot down. And every arrow became a thrust. The tips of these came from the shell that had nursed Grannos, a pink quartz shell with an inclusion, a crane's egg. It was called Grannos, the burner because it was he who brought everyone's heart into the delights of love. The people affected by Garanus, Grannos, were becoming enterprising until the collapse. He was the son of the cranes that gave their names to the Garonne. A river full of these pink quartz. Thanks to their rejection, the abundance reigned until the territory of the tolosates. Chemistry worked everywhere. The stone of certainty of Grannos is that of the guarantee of a future, it is the stone of love today, before it was that of the first loves, the seed that ignites the hearts. The mountain where it grows is located in the south of France, its tree is an ash that gives pink seeds. Grannos was said to be the god of the great luminous vision because he was the one to fulfill the wishes of future happiness. He saw what no one else knew about the future.
Nb: Grannos is also known as "Garanus", "Giarinnus". With this myth there I think I am 100% close. The peak of the Gard was called "Garra".
A French word comes from Gaulish: "the guarantor". "The grain" too.
Stone of certainty: "Gara", the foresight.
If he is sometimes associated with Belenos, it is because the doctors are also very cautious.
There is a god told to the great light vision called Grannos, the one related to the great cultures also called amarco-litano during the great folkloric celebrations when the tribe sows the seeds, the light gaze of Grannos becomes is confused with his action, is benevolent and promises great harvests.
If Smertullos is the harvester, Grannos is the one who sows the seeds of future prolific food, he is the god of good seedlings.
Graan in Gaulish, green in English, greene in Viking denote greenery.
Grannos is therefore the god of green crops, that of farmers.
Every place is possessed by its divine spirit among the Gauls, especially when it takes on grandiose looks. Harauso had his palaces in front landscapes, he was called the leafy god because of familiar humor, he sent people the traces. It was a spirit of wind and freedom, a symbol in some well-known places. It was said that it was a parent who gave their airways some echoes. This facetious god was the one of the great echoes that repeat like a long track. It was thought that his animal had to be very large and very strong, like a bear where an auroch returned their sounds through the ancestral walls.
Nb: it is a god of the mountains that has to do with the swelling of the wind, the orations and therefore a natural song, the freedom and a great force of impression, it is a symbol of the place, and so I deduced that this is a god of echoes, there is some willpower.
There had been migrations and no one remembered where the first tribe came from.
We are still talking about a forgotten god Ercunios today, a priori he would be an ocean god. It is quite possible that this is what the Greeks called Okeanos. There was a shrine surrounded by the mountain in a place where a tribe called "the men of the oak" lived, a people who had a reputation for showing their nobility and loyalty.
It is Kernunos's word, the twitching of branches in a place shaken by earthquakes. These Hercuniates are said to have come from the West, from their ocean, and were descendants of the oak god. Their forest was called Hercunia, parallel to the ocean as it stretched for hundreds of miles, its fronds giving the impression of being waves when the wind danced the branches.
Nb: there is indeed an old story in this sense, all the crossings bring us back, the sacred forest Hercunia, the mountain where at least one sanctuary in it where well who hears iture, the Ercunios tree, the Okéanos ocean and the cult of the waters, a tribe of oak ... etc. it seems older than the Greek civilization which speaks of the "Argonauts" while one speaks of a Gallic tribe of the "Ercuniates".
Kernunos, Ercunios, Okéanos, Chronos are ultimately only the same personality.
And this famous mountain sanctuary is found in Europe.
Where the sun was setting there was the god of rest, sleep and good advice. Horolat lived in the mountainous west. He was a great ancestor who embodied the council of the old. Those who rest in the reserve, at the back of the tormented world of men, a kind of god of wisdom who slips words into people's ears. We saw him living in quiet places like meadows or marshes. We wore a kind of bracelet for the god to bring his word, a good luck charm which assured a certain nobility of soul, knowledge, wisdom. It was said that he kept the borders with the world above, an old man represented him, he too was a messenger.
Nb: a god of mountain wisdom but above all calm places that allow you to take a step back from important decisions. A god of calm, coolness and wisdom.
In the beginning was ïaé, ïaé fathered Mantula, Mantula fathered Gallia.
Ïaé was a grandmother, she gave her fluid to the earth, it was the first great deity of the Gallic territories.
The great mother goddess, paredre of all the women who followed. It was also called L'aïeule, the old one, that which generates what is. Mantula left Hiaë's house to visit the earth, she learned where all things were. It bequeaths to Gallia all its knowledge at the same time as all the lands. But Gallia remembered ia, and she taught men where their blood and spirit came from, by performing ia, the menmanhia ceremony.
Nb: from what I have, Hiaë where ïaé is a very old Gallic deity, it goes back at least 5000 years. It is perhaps she who is represented in a small sculpture of pregnant woman having been made at the beginning of known times.
Mantula appears first in the Gallic language then elsewhere, it physically represents the colorful paths of the soul of a place. To dig. Gallia, it is Gaia, the earth, the mother country, the first homeland which produced the rest. Gallic culture is much older than Greek culture. In fact, the Druids unsealed the writing so as not to soil and corrupt their true roots, Western European, Antediluvian. They did not want to mix the words of their old sacred language.
I can be wrong but not everything.
Past and confused in French Like "hiers", Hiaë actually designates "aïeule". The least we can say is that it is old in the ancient spirit.
Time passed, the works continued, the Gallic build. And the youth enjoyed themselves.
Ianuaria was a daughter of Épona, perched on a red horse, we walked it in plain sight to show that the succession was assured. The adored youth strove to regroup around music that swelled hearts. Among the Venetians, but also in the Gold Coast among the Mandubians and the Tricassas, we saw a real cult to that which represented the sweetness of happy and festive days waving in the sounds of the goddess, those who gathered adolescents.
The nobility of the Gallic culture was embodied through their common songs. Ianuaria's flute enchanted the spirits on majestic shales which carried within them the stone of fullness. A red agate. Thus the veins of stone perpetuated the blood of those who had always lived there. In this land of Armorica which means: "calm people", we found polished stone on the southern beaches warmed by the warm, smooth and slippery wind which announces the gift of summer. Thus the groups reformed to enter the year in good agreement.
Nb: Ianu: "the youth", Aria: "the purity of the air".
The stone named "Anao": the fullness also known as the near stone.
Iluro was a prince of the rain, of the fluttering clouds that spread over plains and clean mountains of vegetation. This brilliant god of the air reigned in places often unusual, because modest in their expression. He was also called the discreet because his silent flight brought peace of mind. He was a good god who accompanied travelers and benevolent strangers, an air-feeder, a damp odor which helped to sow the neighboring hills.
Note: the relationship with clouds of flying elements is fairly well marked in the study. He was a deity of the clouded mountains certainly. There is a link with the rain, the dust, the flocks of birds maybe well and the light which is reflected there. The multitude of stars too. He is a god of
Langue source : Français
e the simplicity and the majestic. Transhumances ??? It may be.
In the sacred clearing the tree of the world advanced the great wheel of time. At times the tribe gathered in a circle in communion with the spirit of the giant.
The wind sometimes buzzed with its moving air between the branches, it was called Ilurgorri, the whistle led people into a swirling dance, and everyone followed the circle drawn in this cleared place.
Nb: Ilurgorri means in the first language "spirit flying in the air activated by the cry", I inferred that it was a whistle leading to a dance. "Iluro" is dedicated to the sweetness of the air, "gorri", in Garra, the god-cry.
So it is the god of the sweet love incarnating in a noise, a dance where a song.
Jiamos and Ianos.
Jiamos and Ianos were orphans who did not belong to the same tribes. However, they had the same predicament.
Jiamos looked like his loved ones, they said he was always packing a way to get away. While Ianos was constantly diverging and wanting to leave. It was a constant and a dissociator.
But one day a man came to fetch them to take them to the sacred mountain, and they met with one another.
Jiamos the sociable did not recognize his brother Ianos the unstable. The first looked at familiar landscapes while the second, insatiable, wanted to go to their depths.
Later, great honors were made in Jiamos and a circle was drawn that departed and returned to the same place at each winter solstice. While Ianos never left to go back, if he left any memories, nothing left him apart from what he had broken.
Note: Very important, Jiamos was called Iammos in ancient Gaul, the Gemini, a half-god who defines pairings and stability. Its symbol is that of two animals (Aurochs of Stonehenge) where two faces look at each other. Before that he was referring to membership design.
Old at least 5000 years old.
The word in French is "never", which defines the immobility of winter.
The twin month, Giamos, is in the bright spring time. Which reminds me that the Gaulish calendar started with the light period, meaning that the first calendar, the Stonehenge calendar and the two heads of aurochs that were supposed to start at the winter solstice, are the oldest. There was a second saying from Belenos that started for the spring equinox. Then the Celts started theirs in the Samain period, or the winter equinox.
Ianos is very different, he refers to the young man who diverges and moves away from his base, does not stay in place, who never goes back. Its symbol is that of the two faces that do not look at each other, sculptures have been found.
The two were later merged into the story while in the Gaulish era they were well identified. There is even an inscription that speaks of the "giemini ianuaris", the different twins.
There were villages, roads and cities now. And these squares claimed their territories in full freedom, protected by the equities. Each of them enacted its own laws through the will of the goddesses Kasses. It was in the villages, at the center of Gaul's civilization, that the assemblies of women held the laws of the place. For this central part, beyond the will of the women in the household, belonged entirely to the matriarchy. They were called the goddesses of the oak, those who weave the will of the place. These goddesses had the elegance of their hats in emblem. It is a bird of the oak that whistles while exchanging arguments with its mates, may be the lark. The decisions were made for the place by the goddesses Kasses and all had to respect them, it was the laws of air, firm, without any corruption.
Nb: This is something we already knew, namely that the urban centers were independent, but also subject to matriarchy. "Kasses", where "Casses", means "the will of the place", the law. More precisely embodied by the letter "K".
Humans came and went, but they found their lives hard and wanted to invent things that would soothe their ills.
One of them decided to ask the noble bull where the center of the world was, where the earth, water and air had been created, lata, ana and aria.
"You will find the creator's entrance easily because it is in the mountain that you can see the farthest from the horizon. You will have to find the entrance and remove yourself inside," said the bull.
Kernos took a first path and searched the famous mountain for a long time.
He couldn't find her.
He returned home and asked Donn the same question.
"You could walk all over you
for life on this mountain without ever seeing it, find the entrance and inside you will see the mountain "taught him the bull again.
Kernos went on his way and searched for days and days for the entrance to the sacred mountain, and he did not find it. But he noticed at the turn of a road two large twin ponds and remembered them.
He returned once more to the village to ask the Donnotarvos one last question.
"I did not find the entrance but I noticed two large ponds whose sources must be in their depths" he explained.
"In the eyes of the stone is someone you know who will show you the way, know that only Kernos can find what you are looking for," says the god of spirits.
Kernos still didn't understand but he was tired and went to rest. He had a dream and in it he saw a big tree growing in the mountain, it was a hollow tree and in places on its bark were colored gems.
When he woke up he was smiling, he had learned where was the entrance to this tree which looked like a mountain.
Often afterwards, he went to retreat to the sacred mountain that now bore his name.
"And the first dragon was split in two, separating men and the mind from men".
Two particular representations of kernunos have come down to us. The first sculpture is of a deer horned god with one eye, sitting cross-legged on a giant snake which eats and dismember its victims in its path.
In fact it is an open eye on the world of physical creation and another closed which looks at the world of internal thought.
Creativity and memory.
Behind the snake, a man holds a wheel of time (Lug), In front of the snake, another man, resembling the first (Esus), holds another wheel. A white part, a black part.
What you need to know to decipher the image is that our ancestors practiced the cult of the waters of light. Many archaeological finds corroborate this first thesis.
In the Italian Alps, a snake engraving has been found, overhanging a winding valley drawn by a stream that goes to the Ligurian sea. This ideological mimicry leads us to think that the giant snake is the course of a river. Not far from there is the remains of a civilization, called stele statues, in the Aulla valley, at the edge of the waters on the promontories, of which several other statues have been found not far from the Brocéliande forest as in 'other places in Europe and especially in the south of England ..
It seems that the civilization of the cult of the waters was very extensive, 3000 years before our era. Is this the famous civilization of Atlantis?
Hence comes the understanding of what the wheels are and the name of Kernunos.
The water snake is like the scroll of life, we have all heard that life is like the scroll of a river, born from a spring and which ends in death. Kernunos is therefore Cronos, seated on a snake that makes its children live and die, the snake of the time that our ancestors called vouivre a short time ago. It’s a female deity.
The other representation of Kernunos, shows him distributing food from a bag between a deer and a bull. Half for the start of life, probably the other half for the end. These two animals are the pictorial transcription of the two men who hold the wheels of the time of the first symbolic sculpture studied.
Our ancestors shared all the time between a light period and a dark period (see paragraph on the Coligny calendar), therefore between the white deer of legends and the black bull. A living eye and a dead eye on the face of the time god. The two twin wheels of time spinning, causing the water snake to wave that nothing can stop. Life and death. White and black that turns forever.
Knowing that for the Gallic people death is not the end, just a passage towards another cycle of rebirth. The bull is not a destroyer, it is an obscure smuggler but not necessarily exterminator. Besides, this imagery of the time cycle describes the flow of the year, the year behind which there always comes another annual cycle and so on. Certainly this model is also applied to the lifespan, a creative period, white and a period of decline, dark. Youth and old age.
The deer horns worn by kernunos, it is Lug's study that gives us their meaning.
In the Gallic people there is no death, the vital substance flows out of the body to be reborn in another form.
Among certain mountain tribes, we remember Lagodos, an old man who cultivated himself all his life. When the flame left his body, a strange glow rose to rise one last time.
Langue source : Corse
rocky slopes. It almost reached the top of the mountain, the world of the gods from above and it was there that a plant called a lagoon, a veratre, grew.
In the landas, the wet peat where divine thought welcomed those who had risen.
Since that time, all the old wise men were called "Lagodos" and the druidesses "Lagussa", those who rise with the summits. They were said to be the only ones because they were always the only ones to settle up there. These mountain peat were considered as sacred land where humans left their mark. The myth says that it is in this humus that great minds subsist which will be nourished forever.
Nb: "Lagodos" can be translated as "the wings of great interior nobility" and "Lagussa" the wings of great will.
The magic was established on certain places of the Gallic territory. On the Lemovice territory, a mountain in particular exacerbated the thoughts, this place is called "the blond mountains". Many creatures lived there, since the dawn of time, the Druids had made these mountains a point of pilgrimage. It is over there it is said that there lived a giant named Lãmat, the one who shelters. These surroundings were known because there was abundant gold that descended from the aggregate. We still talk about the Mandrake creature that shelters in these places, giant megaliths protect it. These famous megaliths are made of granite which turns into huge gold nuggets on certain days, at sunset. This certainty stone is called "Lãma", the shelter or even "fame". It is the stone of the Lemovices. It is in this mountain that our ancestors had chosen to erect many dolmens and menhirs, thus signifying that they were of the standing rock people.
The sight of the rocks of Lãma immobilized their enemies, it was also called "the sharp" because it cut the masses in two at once with the sharp edge of the left hand, it was awkward, then it took them in its right hand . And then she had fun placing them on top of each other to admire her treasure when the western sun lit her. We owe him a very beautiful giant mushroom.
NB: there are still holes, parallels and double meanings in the knowledge of the Gallic language, in fact they used the parable a lot and this poses some ethimological problems. It is thanks to these shortcomings that I lay the foundations of an abstract or parabolic thought of the past. It is not easy but it is "playable". This allows us to find the basis of ancient myths. There is nothing risky about what I transcribe.
"Lãma" has to do with shelter, renown, taking. It must be the so-called insurance certainty stone. His tree was an elm and his flower an aconite, that fits well.
The birth of life.
What made Kernunos wake up? When he was alone in the middle of nothing, because at the beginning there was nothing. Not even nothingness.
What opened her eyes was her ... Nemeton. The great primordial goddess of celestial waters.
The stars reflected a sea of Christal, gigantic and soothing, like a magnificent emerald with shimmering reflections.
The dead seed that would later germinate on earth changed with the lights of deity.
Kernunos awoke and looked at the magnificent expanses of the universe. He became aware and changed his mind, he fell madly in love with her, she had become from that moment the great divinity of her nights. Perhaps this is what caused the fall of one of its branches on the green and blue planet. The branch took root, the large white deer had just raised its head. Lug had just met Etunia and looked at her reflections in the blue sky. He had also just become aware with a new point of view that changed everything. He now had a soul. The man who was later named the master of all arts cherished the protective goddess of the arts and her gardens.
On earth Adamos had just known something similar that was to change the whole world, in the gardens of Etunia, he had just met Ivis (Évia) life. The white deer came to life with a force that nothing could have resisted, love.
Adamos had just fallen in love with life, from that moment he became a physical body.
Lug the twin of light, the sun, could no longer do without Etunia the moon, kernunos of Némétona who made him a great spirit.
Thus was life created. Container of spirit, soul and body.
..and all thanks to love ....
Lehunnos and Alamahé.
Lehunnos and Alamahé
Among the Ausques and among the Rêmes, we believed in the world above as that of peace. A place where divine thought could not be disturbed. It is on a quiet height, in the town called Laon nowadays, that those of the north cultivated. A bright and healthy place where the god Lehunnos had deposited his pier
re. A solid sandstone that was called "Léhum", the stone of tranquility. Lehunnos had also laid its stone among the Ausques, the Landes beaches offered calm, light and serenity, it was called the
happy coast. It was there, in peace, that we asked ourselves questions about the realities of the world, it was a place that predisposed to deep thoughts. This famous god, who was confused with
Lugus, had a twin sister named Alamahé. She settled further south-east of the Gallic territories. The calm of its waters provided the atmosphere necessary for travelers to rest. Alamahé was also
nicknamed "the luminous", that which rests the spirit.
Nb: this stone is that of tranquility, that which allows you to take a step back from complicated things and height with respect to hellish rantings from the world below. It would be a sandstone pebble with holes.
The three masters.
It was on one of these moonless days that the noble bull got angry. The ground rumbled and the wind picked up, strong and swirling in gusts, increasing from second to second.
All the wild animals took fright and hid wherever they could.
The bull howled in the depths of the woods ...: "You are beasts! You do not deserve to live at the end of the Ivis paths!"
And he also said to them this: "If you want to live forever, you will have to learn the ways of the divine spirit. You will never penetrate my part of the earth as long as you remain beasts!".
On the left side of the divine tree which grew in the middle of the earth appeared three cranes which saw everything on the small blue and green planet. All the animals saw them.
The noble bull finally calmed down and said: "These cranes you see there at the top of the world are the animals of the family. They will remind you who you are, where you come from and where you should go They are the past, the present and the future. The memory of times for eternity. They will help you finally acquire the divine spirit, only those who understand them will be able to access my territory! ".
In the sky, another creature, harboring the keenest animal talents, turned on the luminous paths of Lugos. The right side of the divine tree. She had a gigantic mouth to eat everything, a feline body covered with scales like a panther to be more agile than all the other animals, and bear claws to grab everything with force.
It was the Tarascan, spiritual descendant of the noble bull who had to send back the most destructive animality to herself, she had the power to weigh souls too.
In the universe, from the spiritual side of Kernunos, it was a winged horse that had just appeared. Because the horse, as everyone knows, is a very evolved creature that understands what we tell it, a very intelligent creature that learns quickly, shares everything and prefers friendliness and familiarity above all else. This one had more wings, symbol of the light spirit.
Some of the creatures living on earth understood and accepted what the three Matters were.
One of these beings at the start straightened up and understood where it came from ..... and where it should go, what the cranes did during the period when they nested, where and why they then set out again towards the south end of season. Towards the beginning of time.
These beings who understood better than other animals were men and women. They started to found families, then tribes, it was the birth of the Gauls, one gave the title of "mothers of Gaules" to the three cranes.
All these clans that formed then had a different life path because they were born on the many roads of Ivis. Yet despite this, they respected each other, lived most of the time in peace. Like a very big family.
It is the winged horse which led from now on the Gallic towards the divine spirit.
On earth a new quartet of horses lived and they grazed one after the other.
The black virgins.
The three mothers lavished all their love on the people of Gallia, thus, the violence became less.
But these Gallic people would all die one day when the other, those days, the masters assumed the appearance of the black virgins. Virgin because they lived only in the heavens, black because they embodied the restraint of mothers who mourn their missing children. The first mother remembered the love she had given to the child in gestation in her body, a very personal love, dark because hidden from others. The second and most important mother had to take care of the child who died at the funeral, she mourned the one who had just disappeared while still giving her his love, and holding him in her arms. The third mother who was the one of the future, we called her the weaver, the one who braids her hair while constantly thinking of the one who had been, indefiniment.
We know of the three Matters that they are the mothers of the Gauls.
There are several representations corresponding to three united deities, the first belongs to the god-king, the knight centaur, the second, these are the three cranes allied to the God Taurus. On an old coin, a crane is represented in the presence of three tournaments. The triscele belongs to the Celtic and Gallic peoples and has three aquatic forms in swirls. Ice, moving water and clouds put back in their temporal context correspond to the crystallized past, the waters of the present and the free clouds of the future.
Kernunos’s study shows that water is time, history. The goddesses are all gods of the waters. So the three Matters which give the direction of the times, the history of the tribes and the flow of the year in dark then bright periods, correspond to the three cranes, This because it is not rare to see in the sky of our territories three cranes in formation of flight, which go up towards the north for the hot, luminous period, and go down again towards the south for the cold, dark period.
These are the birds that mark the time of migrations during the year and therefore govern the decisions of work and travel to be planned, as well as good decisions to be taken for the general organization in the Gallic era.
On the vase found in Denmark there is a representation of the three masters who presides over the death of the hero who defeated inhumanity protected by the bull. We can clearly see the function of each of the time masters.
On this vase we also notice that the masters' hair represents the braids of past and future time; The Gauls were very proud of their hair and their hairstyles. The hair is it is true revealing of the age and the character of each one. It is certainly a philosophy more than a religion.
The two celestial dragons.
Kernunos was alone, his thought grew and he realized that the balance of his branches also stemmed from other forces. He was attracted to one of the jewels of the universe, a small planet with blue and green reflections.
In his mind, a gigantic wolf was fighting with another, more human, creature.
A great anger animated him, furious, the god separated the two titans.
He ordered them a place for everyone, the first should rule over the light, they were lugos, he had all the powers of life, of creation and of birth of beings, he was a creator. Kernunos gave him half of his crown of stars.
The second dragon was named Donn, and he was given the other half of Kernunos' thoughts. This side there gave him all the powers of darkness, over dead things, dust, eternity stones and what does not exist physically, the secret of life after death, it was a guardian of eternity that was to protect the great minds, but not the bodies, they should be reborn.
Balance was restored and the chariot of Kernunos' time now had two wheels, pushed by the two twins.
Each owned and still has eight parts.
At the time of Lug's birth, a branch of the sky fell on the earth, this branch turned into a large white deer, it was the light of the moon which gave it this color, it was Adamos, the checkerboard. Other branches began to grow on his head like so many thoughts. A moment later, a huge black bull appeared in front of the deer, it was the Donnotarvos, the noble bull who kept the secrets of knowledge, spirituality and non-terrestrial things, embodying the power of immortality.
This is how life and death appeared on earth.
Lugos gave birth to beings and Donn prevented physical life from taking over the divine crown all the time, Lug spread the light of life and Donn made spirituality grow.
The ancient snake.
We know him well and yet we have always feared him.
He was born with a bite, and his venom fevered all of humanity.
The ancient snake, the one who can heal or make sick.
Its reputation comes from afar, from the very beginning.
And a Druid remembered the power of the beast,
That of building big cities in its nodes, that of tracing roads for the adventurers,
He made this appear to one of his pupils, who in turn taught it to others,
"Watch this snake move on the earth,
So small, without legs to run, his gaze does not allow doubt,
He's a savage,
Do you feel the thrill that bristles your hair?
Natural aversion stronger than reason?
Look at this infinite being capable of making the giants tremble,
It’s the ancient serpent that controls our hearts,
He is the one who provokes uncontrollable passions,
Few can bear his sight,
And there he is who offers his divergence to the world,
Unacceptable and yet necessary for life,
His mere sight drives thoughts so much faster than usual,
The felon is actually innocent,
It is our immemorial fears that betray us,
Not this simple animal,
He, in truth, only asks to live in peace.
Remember the ancient serpent,
It doesn't crawl into the physical world,
It is within us to hug our hearts.
Remember that one day maybe we will kill him,
Along with our animality,
That day we will no longer be men,
And we still won't be gods "
Thus spoke the old Druid who had tried to bury his own passions and his own pains, before realizing that this serpent was very necessary for vital thought.
Nb: according to a sculpture of the ram king surrounded by peaceful snakes, I think we can say that our ancestors did not seek to kill the snake, the animality that there was in them. They were trying to tame it, this is the secret of the ram's horn snake.
The possibility of taming the innate savagery that exists in each of us.
You will better understand the meaning of the Gundestrup cauldron and of the other sculptures and legends coming from the Gallic culture.
The seven Sulévias.
So that the men could better see the paths which were given to them, the three Matters sent seven divine women to the earth below.
A large river named Bodigom fell from the firmament and turned into a serpent on the earth.
It is said that the sulévias each indicate one of the paths traced by the snake.
Embodying the seven sources of life, seven paths of life which are like houses, nests in which humanity can perfect itself.
The three cranes.
From afar I saw only a tree that rose to the clouds,
Coming closer, I saw there three cranes flying in the sky together, one above the other,
Above them the clouds swirled in infinite swirls,
Below her, the wind generated by their wings made the bushy grasses bend in two opposite parts,
And under this fantastic tree, two huge eyes, one was open where the moon was reflected, he looked at the future, the other eye was closed, he looked behind him at his past,
And the middle showed a trunk, like the base of a nose.
(personal inspiration to make you understand where the myths come from, if I did not show the photos and that I organized the text according to an encrypted prism, you would be precipitated in a completely prophetic vision).
Suddenly the world split in two, everything around me moved away as if all things were running away from me.
There was the top and the bottom,
There were four sides, one of which I couldn't see, behind my back, that of the kingdom of the black eagles,
The place in which I stood became gigantic,
Not knowing in which country I was standing, I looked on the ground,
There, at my feet lay an abandoned old armor,
I took it and it suited me like a glove, its weapons had not been dulled by time,
By its shape, I guessed that it once belonged to an invincible titans,
I finally looked up but my vision had changed,
A huge mountain covered with inextricable forests invaded my visual field,
In its center, a cave dug by some giants invited me to enter,
It was the only possible path, I walked on the only possible path,
That of another world with many doubts,
Light gave way to darkness, very quickly I could see tree-like forms,
Then, walking in the dampness of the cave, the light started to come in again,
It was a nice, soft glow, but a glow that I never remembered having seen before,
I had entered a fantastic, almost disturbing kingdom,
And then, all of a sudden, I felt transported in the air,
I was flying and the wind carried me to the sky,
A magnificent nave with perfected forms awaited me,
When I boarded, it spun across the firmament at a speed that I could not have imagined,
This ship leads me to a coast,
There stood a red hydra guarding this mysterious land,
She blocked the bow of the ship and I had to jump over her to dismount.
Above me there was like a dark star studded with craters and crevices,
I thought it was going down to where I was but it was still in the universe,
Cliffs where winding countless paths led to the heavens,
When I saw one of the fantastic beings that populate space,
I recognized it without difficulty, it was Mîloscos,
He was carrying a big bag on his back,
he had been a traveler on earth,
a traveler who wanted to go further,
He had arrived long ago on the strike of the world from above,
he already had only one foot at that time, the other having worn out,
Curious by nature, Mîloscos carried his eyes at arm's length to see a little further than what was allowed,
They say he carries his whole life spent in his big bag,
And if his burden keeps him from moving fast,
It’s also what keeps him moving forward,
Looking at the stars, you can see Mîloscos, just above the hydra, it is a constellation that the Greeks called "crater",
Turning his head here and there,
The sky became green and the starry night returned their forms to its mythical creatures,
I admired galaxies in a universal clearing,
In the middle of the stars, a tree grew back,
Like a sacred flame.
A tree made of spirituality.
Nb: among the old Gallic constellations, "the serpent" which is in the spiritual tree was "the dragon" today. (We have two druidism dragons, one white and one black, not just one)
The three drunk soldiers.
It is a place where three Frontiers separate, this since tribes sent their armies to conquer virgin territory.
Each of the kings who had planned to occupy these lands never obtained full satisfaction. It was because of three soldiers who each belonged to one of these tribes.
This part of the planet was covered by the protection of the gods. Men could not settle there on pain of repeated misfortunes.
Here is what happened:
When the three armies set out, Belisama heard rumors of their forced march. She flew away in the evening to go to realize the situation and noted the worst, thousands of men, rough warriors advanced towards his lands from all sides.
The goddess chose the strongest of the soldiers of each group and breathed a spell through the burn that enveloped the place.
The first was called Andabatos, he was a fervent servant of the gods.
intoxicated and made him a fighter blinded by divine feelings. He began to believe only things that did not exist, in the name of the gods, he killed his entire troop because he thought he had
become a god of war himself, those who remained alive fled to all legs and became cowards.
The second soldier who came from an opposing tribe was named Rodati, he too was a brave among the brave before this day.
The spell will also intoxicate him.
Thus, in his madness, he turned into a deceiver who betrayed his own and never trusted what he saw. He sowed confusion in his army and they killed each other, only the traitor remained standing., Alone walking in the night, like a prowler.
The third soldier saw the goddess come through the dark evening clouds, but Belisama's charm still reached him.
On it, he had the effect of boundless honesty. He kept repeating: "Truly listen to me, I will tell you the true truth from true!"
His companions admired him and listened to him with justness. However, no man on earth is perfect, and Britamos the righteous who will be overcome by the charms of Belisama pointed out to them all their faults. Shortly after, this army also disappeared, consumed by remorse and uncertainty.
Thus, there were only three enemy warriors left to invade the land of the gods. It was far too little but the latter opposed the center of the moor.
The just, the liar and the blind fought.
And neither had the upper hand over the other two.
This is where the three drunken soldiers were transformed into stone to mark the border.
And only there are three stones opposing in a triangle to mark a single border, in the middle is the country of great beauty that no human has ever managed to conquer.
They say ... that life was born with him.
It is also said that it was he who created all things in the world of light, that our earthly history, our earthly time, is told to us by Lug.
It is said ... that formerly, when the country of Etunia was attacked by a creature without limits and bloodthirsty, it incarnated on ground and defended it.
They say ... that he is the worst and the best of the gods. That we are all his descendants.
Lugus, represents light, he is the son of Kernunos, the sun.
He is nicknamed: "Lug the long spear" and he carries a brass sword.
The myth tells that if the god descended on earth does not find the way to love, he could destroy all that is.
He was the sun of the Gallic pantheon, the best known of all. We recognize it seems to its brilliant mystery, nobody can look it in the face without taking the risk of stopping to live. If, one person, only one person could look him in the face .... one of the faces of innocence.
Obscurantism designates him as the clever creator of passionate hell, the luminous recognizes him as the one who grows the grenadilla.
Those who fight against its principle are dehumanized, machines will never know the rainbow, the power to imagine.
Lugus the luminous, is the difference between the living and the inanimate matter.
As you can see here, the first of the twins wears a lyre, a symbol of creative artists. It is a late performance of Lugus.
The second twin is Donn's, symbolic of the internalized dark period of spirituality.
Lugus has three faces, it could be
The past-present-future but that one belongs to Donn's.
It could also and rather be the three powers of civilization, the artists (scientists included) - the army - agriculture, this corresponds fairly to his profile as a polythechnician.
It could also be Ethos-pathos-logos, the three principles of persuasion.
For me, these three faces of man are:
But more certainly these are the three faces of what we are ourselves, that is to say:
-our divine part
There indeed we join the philosophical manes (manna) of the Druids.
Lugus is creative of historical time in general, of the arts of life in the luminous world. These are therefore birth, youth and maturity through his animality, his central human side and his divine maturity, these are three thiers of humanity that he defines on the physical and spiritual level.
Nb: how do we know that it is Lugus that we abbreviated with three faces?
Quite simply because on a carved bas relief, the god with three faces is represented with a lyre at his side, it is the instrument of sacred artists.
Knowledge had to be transmitted, Ogmios ordered the ranks but did not have all the knowledge of magic stones.
One day, a man named Magos undertook to gather all the knowledge of the world, for that he needed the stones of Uirona.
He advanced a long time andvisited all the Gallic countries. Went to the tribal chiefs to discuss with each of them the certainties of which they had become the guardians.
Several years passed and he managed to collect the beauty of all the stones that supported Gaul. He returned to his starting point and founded a school where the truth was taught about the elements and the origin of Gallic, ancestral knowledge, preserved by the tribes.
When he died, Magos asked that he be buried under the heap of stones from Uirona. He had learned a lot, had become a magician or more precisely a mage. He reincarnated on numerous occasions through his descendants. His knowledge came back to him thanks to the game of the transmission of the spirit of the stones which was kept by his family.
Nb: "Magos" is a word which indicates the heap of a good, a knowledge where of a family perenniality, it is thus that numerous descendants were also called "magus".
The word also designates the alliance of community things, a market where we trade for example. Reached in French as "le mage", a term which is not of Indo-European origin either. It's as old as the first mound.
Families were forming, descent was an important thing. This one had to represent the fathers and the sons, because yes a section of the Gallic civilization was patriarchal, patriarchal but subjected to a great mother goddess. It was thanks to her that the sons took over from their fathers.
In fact, she had given birth to a god who had to act in this direction, he represented parentage, the resemblance of the spirit, of the profession or of the body. It was Maponos, the boy with an angelic face. It was he who took the roads already traced, who spoke in the same way as his ancestors.
Note: we knew that Maponos was a child-god, he is often associated with Esus the volunteer.
In the primo-language:
"Épo": family coverage,
"Os": from Esos, the will.
Which pretty much gives us a primary interpretation like this:
Maponos = "The desire for family resemblance".
Marcos and Darcos.
Kernos lived a long time, he had a big heart and he had two twin sons whom he called Marcos and Darcos.
They had grown up together and nothing could separate them. The father had invented agriculture and his sons worked in the fields next to the paths. Despite their great difference in character, the two brothers agreed to do nothing separately because a common misfortune had struck them.
To one nature had given a good view but no feet to move forward and to the other was given blindness and two legs to run fast.
Which was annoying because when Marcos sowed a grain, Darcos trampled on the growing plant. Thus, even when working in pairs, only half of the crops yielded a crop.
People who knew them had nicknamed them by the way: "Here! Marcos and Darcos, the tares of the fields and the good grain".
Gear and Abala.
King Matos had been sleeping in his cave for a long time when the air enriched with the flavors of spring came to awaken him. Heavy in nature, he got up awkwardly to go and see what the day had in store for him. At the entrance to his cave reigned an odorous maelstrom which tickled his nostrils, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't eaten anything for days, maybe even months.
This abrupt man rushed towards the green exterior with the firm intention of finding where this happiness that filled the air came from, it was like the sweetness of a song. He did not have to look very far, on the roadside, strange trees seemed to speak to him. Approaching his ill-licked bear step, a shining spark caught his eye, that's where he met Abala, a goddess of female beauty. Its curves immediately made him want, the body of the latter glistened with silky reflections.
So approaching, he asked the question that was burning his lips:
"By all the gods, who are you young woman?"
The goddess smiled again and affirmed without blinking that she was the divinity who awakens the courted souls. That it came from heaven and that the time had come for him to learn what the tree of knowledge held for him in the future.
Matos growled: "I am hungry, I have never been so hungry as today!".
"- That is correct, whispered the personified beauty, and this hunger will come back to you often now that you have met me.
What you see is only what you think inside of you. My curves, my colors are just a taste of what awaits you. Some say that it is a curse that gluttony but you are made to embody the fruits of my beauty young Gallic "
Matos threw himself on her.
Immediately, the goddess transformed into a new fruit, of those which you humans, you call the apple. The guy took the fruit in his big hands and crunched it to the teeth. His vision filled with colors, his senses transported him with ease and he was no longer aware of the place in which he was ...
He woke up later at the foot of the apple tree, the goddess was gone, the man looked sadly around him. He suddenly realized that the ground was strewn with the goodness of Abala.
Apples, there were apples all around him. His lips straightened in front of this divine man, he smiled avidly.
When night fell, he returned to his lonely cave and thought of the divine banquet that had been offered to him.
Thereafter, Matos often returned to the place of his first love, and he saw the goddess once or twice.
During a discussion, she taught him that he should never eat all the apples offered to him, it was at the risk of never seeing her again. He kept to this wise advice for years, but one day, gluttony took over and he crunched all the fruits he found. Since that date, Matos the gourmand was unhappy to no longer find the sacred apple tree .... he never returned to his lair, no longer knowing where his happiness could well be.
Since that date when he met Abala, he decided to give his name to this day of the year, it was the last day of the month of Cantlos, the 29th precisely.
There were the gods from above and the gods from below. The former gave spirits while the latter possessed more carnal powers. Moritasgus in particular was renowned, they brought him offerings because he came from the bowels of the earth, from the world of the passions and acceded to certain vows, especially lovers. They brought her fingers, phallus, breasts and pelvis. He was called "the one who penetrates everything" because even the dark powers did not stop him. He could move silently, run in the darkest nights at breakneck speed and enter hearts. In Alise, a fountain from one of its burrows was reputed to bring fertility and the virtues of sexuality. People bathed in the wills of the digging god. A Chef Sénon had even taken his name, Moritasgus, the sea badger, implying "the lover of women" or "the great lover". He was the god of carnal invocations, the one who could penetrate the heart of the earth, that of women. Of these passions there, it seems that certain Gauls did not deprive themselves of them. He was the god of the mines of rejoicing, of the warm layers, that of the pleasures of sexuality. Besides, Sirona the goddess of fantasies was never very far from Moritasgus. Damona too. Of all the offerings, they brought him in particular brass eyes, to catch the eye of the other.
A powerful god if ever there was one, because the one who provokes love controls a part of the world.
Nb: I confirm, with us the god of sexual pleasures is not a pig but a badger.
You can put your rabbits in the trash.
Another thing, homosexuality has always existed, among the offerings discovered there is one which relates to it. Whether we like it or not, there was no anger among the Gauls about these kinds of practices.
It was a free way of thinking. Everyone did what they wanted.
For water worship, Morgana is the goddess of mists.
Better known as the Fairy Morgane in the 12th Century, Morgana nevertheless appears in ancient Gallic inscriptions. Morgana is the famous white lady of our still fresh legends, who we meet on the roads at night and who promises a perilous future.
The etymology of the word, popular legends and the cult of the waters tell us that Morgana is the goddess of mists who loses travelers. Goddess of mist and lost souls. It seems to have a preponderant role in the legend of the knights of the round table, whose famous Excalibur planted in stone is represented on a Gallic coin, in the middle of the woods.
King Artur being the symbol of the light of civilization. Two perfectly antagonistic and complementary entities in the extrapolation of good and evil.
It must be admitted that the secret god Centaur is perhaps an entity previous to the legend of Arthur the lion.
MORGANA REPRESENTS THE GODDESS OF THE JAMMED WAYS, IT IS ALSO MASTER OF THE OPEN WAYS.
THE FOG IS BREAKING DOWN.
Morigana means: the young queen mother.
With the Namnetes, carefreeness comes to young people when a god comes out of Atlantean waters. On beaches battered by the west wind, Nantos arrived in immense and playful tides. The rowdy forced without the solid entrenchments of the imposed morality. Her communicating laughter rolled down the slopes like torrents that turned everything upside down. Mingling with uncertain business, its flows mixed certainties in impenetrable knots with seriousness of the people attracted. Nantos made fun of everything, living immediately. His eternal youth was not wanting when the lost souls wanted to invade this territory at the end of autumn. He kept coming back to the charge, sly, even making fun of the sadness that came from the world below. Nantos the laughing man, the one who upsets the established order did not hesitate either to mingle in the battles, making fun of those opposite wanted to impose their inequitable laws. And yet his lightness had no fault, death itself trembled before the waves of this simian king. Its presence was most often announced by sea birds, the funny gulls named Ernaes invaded the lands, raising the souls of those who had lost hope. Nantos feared nothing and nobody, he hung around constantly at the gates of the other world trying to enter, to go play some forbidden pranks.
Note: Nantos was also to have a namesake like "Nertos" inland. His stone, "Nantos" designating fearlessness is a dark blue, that of the Atlantic, his animal seems to be the mocking Jay. The Ernaes are the ancestors of the Greek Erynies.
On the Nymoise lands, at the very beginning there was only brush, infested with poisonous snakes, this place offered nothing good to the tribes of passage.
No cultures seemed to want to stand up straight. However, in the middle flowed a cool river and a large oak tree offered a little respite to exhausted and hungry travelers.
A woman, a powerful clairvoyant, asked the gods to bring history, the great ancient serpent which traced the roads and installed the cities in its knots.
The first morning of the following spring, a newborn baby was found abandoned at the foot of the big tree, a bird sang a cheerful tune nearby. The song lasted four nights and three days. Which greatly intrigued people.
The woman named him Nemausos. She raised him in these arid lands, and he became evil. As a teenager his abilities were even more astonishing. This kid’s craze like no other was
to confront the biggest and liveliest snakes.
Become a man, Némausos decided to eradicate the evil spirits from this territory where only he could live in peace. He ran for ten nights and nine days through the land covered with thorn bushes. Seeking evil beings, catching all the snakes in the place. He stuffed them into a bag which he led to a large hole that led to the worlds below, and he threw the bag into the chasm of perdition.
The plain thus cleared, he could offer it to the one who had raised it. The place became a sanctuary where the gods from below could no longer return. In his honor the place around the tree was called: "Németon", the place of celebration. Nemausos was the first king of the place, he was considered as the envoy of the gods from above.
The bird sang its praises for a long time and humans celebrated it even longer after the death of the first hero.
Especially at night, in the sacred circle, people told their story in fantastic odes.
Nb: Némausos, also called Némaxat means: "the divine will".
Nemo: covering the sky, Ésos: volunteering.
Its stone is "Némax": celebrity.
The word that has come down to us in French is "rename", from "Némos", the sky.
If I am not mistaken, Nemausos is the constellation of perseus among the Greeks.
At the beginning, in the mists of time there was a great Auroch, I think it was he who was called Iamos.
He woke up at the beginning of a cycle of sunshine and with a stroke of his paw sparks the spark,
This blacksmith brought up the sun ball and cried the universe,
Since this imprint spread the first word,
The strength of his character lived thirty years,
His wish was granted and the horns of the white deer grew around the world tree,
The law of the divine animal was the first which started the cycles,
A Druid named Iacos watched the stars move under the impact,
From there comes the nobility of knowledge,
The rules of Iacos were modeled on its course,
It was he who shaped Nema-Iacos,
Throughout its history it gave it the power to regulate the life of men,
At the end of his reign which lasted a Gallic century the auroch tapped the stone a second time,
He ordered the night owls,
They remembered the strength of his speech,
Since then, whoever wears the Neman-iacos wears the badge of universal law,
The sign surrounding the first heat and the first birth.
Nb: what we call Torc today was called "Neman-Iacos", it is the necklace of power. It designates the beginning and the end of the universe, of time, but also and above all of the law of the ancestors.
The term "Maniaces" rendered by the Greeks is a bit wrong.
The Neman-Iacos is like a crown in Gallic antiquity, the divine sign of the one who is educated and who gives the law, the rules of life. It is the badge of the ancient Druids, eminently. This reference to the auroch comes from the fact that around the sanctuary of Stonehenge is buried a gigantic Neman-Iacos in the external ditch, surrounding the will of time, of the calendar of Kernunos installed in the circles.
"Iacos" means good speech, firmness too.
Nemetona is also called Neptuna, she is the great mother goddess who creates life thanks to the lunar waters, which the Gauls had idealized with their taste for women.
She belongs to the kingdom of heaven.
It is thanks to the moon to which she is linked in her belief that Nemetona brings forth all terrestrial and marine life (it is the lunar influence on plants and animals) and thanks to the movements of the tides, brings a prolific windfall food on the ribs. She is a fertile goddess who also deposits salt and grows samphire. In the fields as well as in the forests it is the goddess who brings food and presides over births and love rites in general.
Nemetona is also the term which indicates the sanctuary of the life, crowned in all Gaules through nemetons, clearings where the artists and the professors taught the arts and the divine laws, the word also indicates the sky of night or counted the Gallic calendar, in Lunaisons. It is also and above all thanks to Nemetona that the organization of the time of all the nourishing, spiritual and intellectual activities of the tribe took place.
A goddess of the day and the profusion is very close to the myth of Nemetona, it is Etuna (the goddess of the green gardens, where green goddess (Itunia), which she is a luminous goddess. Maybe these two deities n 'make them only one, day and night united in an omnipotent entity of profusion.
Nb: According to the majority of Druids, kernunos is the male solar principle, the sun. Lugus is his son who represents daylight. Donn is his second son, closer to his mother Nemetona, he representse the darkness of what is not physical, the world of thoughts.
To this must be added the feminine principle, where Nemetunia is the great mother goddess of the night and the celestial oceans, Étunia the full moon is her daughter who represents the reflection of light in the night, the second girl who is undoubtedly Morgana, there represents the black moon, that is to say total darkness.
The world was turning, cycles of recognizing, on certain dates the gods sent their messages, the Nervinaés.
Among the Noricii and the Nitiobriges a cult was celebrated at the outposts of the stars to welcome them. It was the nymphs who arrived by crossing the celestial vault, they always passed at the same time of the year to come to see Gallia, which you also call Galatée in Greece. In this cosmic stream which took them there is a very specific stone which is called "certainty of constancy". A stone with episodic reflections which appeared only on one side, a brilliant strip which belonged to the torrents of altitudes and disappeared by descending lower, that of mica. The Nervinaes came to give men a very beautiful present from the mountain universe, constancy, which was used to calculate the duration of all that saw normally. It was added to the cauldron of spirits to give it its solidity. That of rhythm. These shooting stars were sent from the constellation of masters that you now call "persée". It is that of duration.
It seems to me that a sport, known as running, was practiced in their honor along the protective walls which support the clear skies and whose rocks are made of this dark mica. This stone is called "Nervi", constancy, which gives the firmness of the night.
These nymphs are said to inhabit only small pools of clear water hidden by large boulders in the mountains.
Nb: it seems that the "perseids" called "Percernes", the sagacity by the invaders were the "Nervinaes" in the Gallic tribes. Messenger nymphs of the gods in the celestial oceans.
We find their trace everywhere as far as the Ligurian and Nervian territories. They are therefore a myth generally accepted by all.
The star in the center of the constellation is called Nérius.
Darcos returned back to the lands of terrestrial life, he flew over the clearing of Bélissama without having found the young virgin who could restore her normal form.
He soon arrived in the fifth month of the year.
Lugus had brought up a lion waiting for him downstairs and no cave in which it could not be hidden during the day.
He hid immediately behind a tree when he arrived.
The lion roars: "what can we show to someone who does not want to see.
I am Ogmios and if you refuse to look at me you will have to hear me! "
Ogmios is present in the art of stone carving, he is a main god. He is represented by an old man covered with a lion skin who has the distinction of having people chained by the ears that follow him, this chain seems to start from his tongue.
Ogmios is the representation of old age which has proven its value and its experience in killing a lion which is a symbol of birth, people listen to its speeches without being able to get rid of it, chained by the ears.
It is therefore the divinity that we listen to unconditionally, the one who enacts the laws to respect thanks to his experience and everyone follows the behavior to follow from which the stories of the old man flow.
The god of ancient Gallic legislators and experienced old warriors.
The Gauls were well known for their verve and their long speeches. The epitaphs found say that Ogmios represents "eloquence in the face of the sun". The eloquence that cannot be refuted, that of experience, but that means in ancient symbology: the birth of eloquence. Learning.
The Gallic god of force.
One might think that the Gallic god of force was Tanaris but it was Ogmios.
The strength of the Gauls is first of all that of the character, this is what makes the eloquence of Ogmios the old man. The people chained by the ears represent those who listen to him and follow him, trained by his strong words and his way of speaking simply.
People were of course traveling and among them was a race that was not like the others. These Gauls there had an adventurous temperament. They lived almost constantly on the water. And many lost through the meander of the islands and into the ocean without cliffs to keep them. Thus a goddess, perhaps the mother of mothers, landed on the prow of a sinking ship. It was Onuava, the morning star.
On the sides of his head had grown a pair of wings, a symbol of divine and learned spirits. Thanks to her, the sailors who had had a bad night went home well this time. She had appeared like that, early in the morning and some evening she came back to show the direction. Indeed Onuava constantly shuttled between land and ocean. Sailors quickly adore him and sculpted his effigy at the head of their boats.
Nb: indeed, Onuava is indeed the morning star as many others have guessed. But this planet that is Venus, the morning star, does not have the same meaning as the Greco-Roman Venus. Here again it is the Gallic pragmatism which gives it its foundation.
From "Anao": accuracy and "Ivis": the way of life.
On the north west of the Gallic coast was a people with multiple tribes. He grouped the Éburovices, the Léxoviens, the Viducasdes, the Esuviens and the Ovéliocasses around the same god, undoubtedly the first god of the place, he was called Ovios the eternal. He was the god of eternity, he appeared in the form of an isle. Extremely resistant wood littered the banks of the Ouve, appearing in the form of various and scattered bones that had been deposited everywhere. This god of the dead offered presents to the tribes which made arcs of it, poison but which was also used to visit the world of the dead and to return from it when one used his fumes. The gate to the hidden world was at the source of the river of the isle. This god was also called Luxovios, the one who uses the yew. A dangerous god who could raise the dead, a god in the priors used bones.
Nb: there again the Indo-European current advocated by the Judeo-Christians has clearly contributed to erasing all traces of our ancestors. Thus we expressly confused "Ovios" the yew with "yes" the sheep, the Greek-Roman inscriptions voluntarily confuse the "U" and the "V" to add complications to the search for our old European origins. It’s really a systematic will to harm
to the European primo-culture that has been deployed. They tried to make our multimillennial civilization disappear with things from elsewhere.
This word "ovios" still has a French descent: "os".
His stone named "Ovi".
There was a Gallic sheep god who wore the root of his name: "Moltinus" not "Yes".
Nantos had a brother called Pantos. If the first was engulfed in extraordinary laughter without being able to really calm down afterwards, the second had inherited it on the other side of cosmic balance. He could only live by enduring.
It is said that Pantos is the one who never stops, that he needs to experience the opposite force to live properly. It was a strange god who fell in love with inconstancy without being able to remain faithful to him. At the slightest problem, he ran to support the falling worlds, his existence was that of the opposite force, to live he had to experience the passional powers.
The gods from above wanted to prevent him from keeping the world too firmly and one day, they brought down a huge rock from heaven.
Pantos too happy for this new challenge rushed to the summits by grabbing the rock that hurtled down the slopes. He could stop him but he couldn't release him because he would have lost his challenge. The enormous mass kept on the mountainside would have melted into the world of men and then into the passionate worlds below.
It is said that this rock hanging on the side of a cliff, Pantos keeps it in place today, several thousand years later. We don't say if the god is unhappy or not, he fulfills his destiny that's all.
Nb: "Pantos" does not mean "suffering", it means endurance. Apparently he was a Gallic god.
It is well known that the gods from above carry health and those from below carry imbroglios. Often people who carry their burdens need to ventilate themselves and leave the mortal world to go and beg for a little happiness on the heights. The Ligurians and the Gauls had a god in common who was concerned with healing the ills of the soul as much as those of bodies which had come too close to the corrupting powers. His name was Poeninos, the one who gives the good life. He lived mainly on the mountains full of purity if requested. People who went to his palace were often relieved of diseases caused by the muddy stains. Its sources purified the spirits too. His plant was Sapana, the red chickweed that heals the body and the mind. When they returned to the world of men, those who had made a mountain cure were transformed. In good shape, the healthy life that Poeninos had lavished on them enabled them to live fully at all times. It seems that on its territories was a health stone called "Pana", the amethyst.
Nb: it's all good, Poeninos was the healing god said of full vitality. 100%. Despite what the Roman and Christian lies say, this god is of Gallic and Ligurian origin. He is affiliated with Épona.
At the end of each stellar year came the time of an ancestor ceremony. It was called the Quatos, the festival of dead trees. This name came from a bard who had gracefully praised the end of the year, the last season.
In the month of Cutios, we gathered in a special place, the trees of the forest had lost all their leaves, the druids had a cantalon erected and we sang in memory of those who died, or at least who seemed dead, like these leafless trees that were to return for their next lives in the following year.
A big fire was lit then a banquet followed where the guatater directed the festivities. It was a warm moment when the divine woods of the ancients recalled their existence to the clans, the feast of the old at the last moment of the solar year. The festival of dead trees.
Nb: Qutios, was also to be called Quatos, annotated on the calendar, it was the time of the feast of the ancients and the dead. From what I found, it was a question of erecting a cantalon (place of song, maybe a menhir). This festival had a relationship with the appearance of leafless trees in winter, probably with the mortuary aspect and the eternity of souls.
In the primo-language "Quatos" designates the will of the ancients, divine woods. It was perhaps a poetic tale of the bardic type.
Horses were powerful animals, which made it possible to move almost everywhere, to cross obstacles. These animals, whose Gallic people used to breed large animals, were also used by numerous troops. And there was a god to embody this greatness, it was Randosatis. The wealth of his troops was enhanced by the color of these horses and their glowing blankets. The riders of Randosatis formed impeccable ranks, of long line announced a great mastery of the cavalry. He was the god of trained war horses who formed a wall by engaging in combat.
These riders were able to travel a long time, they were the ones who formed the army of equites.
The nobility of soul, the grace and the righteousness due to their education was reco
naked by all. Later they were called knights.
Nb: Randosatis was the god of the troops of riders, the group dressage which emerges from the etymological study evokes horses prepared to keep in order.
Obviously, the tribes were differentiated mainly by their habits and productions. And a particular goddess guarded the entrance to clan territories, she was called Ratis, the goddess of ferns. A very mysterious goddess that we have known since then among the Venetians even going to the ancient Celtic territories where she was called Ritona, or even to Lutetia. His plant was the fern because it is the one that borders the edges of the forest, which makes it the border plant par excellence. The Gauls invoked the divinity to keep their personal lands too, at least the richest.
Nb: all that done, the goddess Ratis is the goddess of the gates, of the borders where fords and other demarcations. It makes her a babysitter. Here again, there is a side of the femininity of the Gallic land.
On the other hand, it seems that his name was mixed with colors specific to certain places
At the parisii, finally at the very beginning of the implantation of the tribe there was nothing, only a few ferns, superb, which gave their rysomes to feed the travelers who passed by there. Ratis, a local genius, called "The Root", lived there. A good genius who did not hesitate to cure the ailments of the body and the soul. This place was quickly very crowded because from there left the four roads of the soul said it was, and from there we could leave very far. To welcome travelers there, the masters sent another Titan, called "Rigisamus", also said the father of the goddesses of sagacity, the percernes. The place acts as a cauldron of spirits, it was called "the pario" which also means "the wall", the container. This is where the roots of these famous ferns were cooked. There too, the magic product that was called "prení" was sold in masses, the roots of poets and nobility.
Rigisamus quickly became the preferred god of the inhabitants, moreover their name of "parisii" comes from this poet god also known as "parigisamus". Here we traded in the nobility of spirit, fortune and grace. The first true king, the one who demonstrated all the graces of the god of poets and priors was born in this country divided between cold and hot. The land of foster ferns.
The cauldron where they were preparing was also called "Quariates", the jug, the skull, the container that reflected. The certainty stone is called "Rigi": individuality, that which supports.
nb: "Rigi" pronounced "Risi" of "parisii" indicates the person. the first form having certainly been "savings". "Pritio" of "pritio" (the publication?) indicates the prayer. "Samos" is the period known as of spirituality which corresponds to the gathering of the roots of the eagle fern, hence "Rigisamus".
To joke for the Indo-Europeanists. : "Parisii" does not mean: "over there"
This certainty stone is called "Rigis", it is chalk of very good quality.
We should find the stone of Epona in the Seine, "Épo", the incubator also called "the cover" is an orange stone or blue in geode.
We knew the benefits of the gods, but to acquire even more knowledge we should not hesitate to call on their advice.
Of all the trades that were born to counter the gods of need, there was that of warrior. The Gauls were known to have no fear. Yet other peoples had become their enemies and they too were brave.
In order to make simple peasants into formidable warriors, the young people in training were sent to the world below. In contact with creatures most unsuitable for peace. In the quarries where precious metals were found lived a god of arms named Saxanos the founder. Those who went down there went there to receive the gifts of the god of the masters of arms. Several years passed before the sent men were seen again. The training was hard, exhausting, but the tendons returned with bodies of mixed iron and copper. "This is where we look, this is where we collect, this is where we make the metals of war. This is also where we forge the soul and the heart of the terrible Gallic warrior "announced one at the entrance of these mines. Saxanos brought the harshness and brilliance of rage as much as the experience of handling weapons of which he was the undisputed master.
Whoever had undergone lessons was sure to become famous soldiers. Darkening became a profession and the instructors were sure of their recruits when they sent them to the surface. Saxanos was a god from below, his passions made him a war master, his students bathed in the waters of excellence.
NB: obviously Saxanos was above all a god of professional warriors but it seems that he was the god of excellence by learning for other trades.
You can put "Terminator" in the trash.
Between the Alps and the Vosges, there is a territory where a hard tribe is established. They worshiped a deity called "Sequana", a goddess of harsh waters who reigned over the Saône.
These men were fighters, they were called "Séquanes", those of the vigorous stone, "Ségo" was a certainty. The warriors constantly clashed with other peoples. They lived in a country made of roughness, they were heavy and powerful in each battle. We saw them breaking down from the surrounding mountains, furiously decided.
Their capital was called "Vésontio". The Saône at that time was called "Souconna", the Sequana river.
And men knew that the gods did not speak to them, far too high placed in the divine worlds. However, a woman half-goddess and half-human had acquired the science of the waters of lights. She was talking to the stars. His litanic songs full of inhuman languor made people dream. It was called Sirona which causes dreams. His enchantments were powerful, his astral prayers were to bewitch like a torrent taking the past with them. From these late moments, the inner journey initiated its stories. The snakes were released, coming out of the heart of the world. Black silky reptiles that honored mourning where inhuman passions abounded.
Nostalgia led to sharp resilience, Sirona inspired men, cut ties with the past. The sisters celebrated her and her predominant powers over desires. Sticking their magic through their bodies, spreading an intoxicating odor among the vivacious Biturige tribes.
Nb: From what I found, Sirona was a magician celebrated by sororities. Its stone is charcoal: "languors", its name "Siros" evoked the stone of lived dreams, the fantasy.
I did not believe it at the beginning and yet Sirona is an ancestor of the sirens, everything corresponds.
Agriculture demanded strict rules, the god Smertullos was there to order their morals. He was a warrior god, a defender of the world from above.
Smertullos was a god of harvests, pledges of acquired knowledge and the morality of working in the fields. He was invoked at the end of the summer, during the harvests for his wisdom, the harvest accounts made him one of the main gods. He was also the one who kept 1/3 of the crops in shelter so that he could replant the year after. He was the god of agricultural fervor. It was he too who kept men from their temptations, preventing them from capturing what did not belong to them, thus, they distrusted the ancient serpent, the morality of Smertullos repelled feverish passions which could have been catastrophic for barns.
Nb: it's ok, in the primo-language Smertullos defines the morality of working with the environment. It is an energy because it is also a god of fervors.
Smertullos in Gallic means, the reaper, we find it in an ancient temple where three other Gallic gods are represented. The other deities bearing the names affixed by the invader on the back of their stelae and the imagery have changed somewhat, Lug wearing ibex horns it seems. Smertullos pretends to want to crush a threatening snake.
For the Gauls, the snake is the symbol of a story, a form of water worship.
Smertullos the reaper wants to destroy the false story invented by the invader, kill the lying, passionate snake, surely to protect the precious sacks of grain that these same robbers had to ask the Gallic peasants after the invasion, changing in passing the message of the great main gods.
By deduction we can consider that the reaper is also the distributor. His strong constitution proves that he is a hard worker. Synonymous with extravagance and foresight, it is a resistant.
Smertullos is therefore the god of peasants and agriculture in general.
Stolocus was a titan well known to athletes, he was the god of wrestlers.
Those who played this game were most honored because the god of tornadoes had his palace in the stars. We saw him coming from afar advancing leaning with all his strength. His enormous vigor of breath provoked fervor, he was a vigilante too. When the impetuous god of cloudy winds threw his adversaries on the ground he respected the respect due to the gods, his clear magic hollowed out the divine receptacles which received the offerings. We also knew him in the form of waterspouts, he was a real fighter, imposing, who offered victory to who was worthy of it.
Nb: I shouldn't have made a lot of mistakes,
it was a god that was invoked during fights but in addition it seems that he granted the amorous wishes. There was a lot of fervor around the former Titan's Stolocus.
The men were looking for minman, achievement, and some of them went into caves to dream. That was at the beginning of time.
These mounds were called "Sudecronis", which means the inner energy of kernunos. These places were covered with shivering greenery that brought them closer to the sky. It is said that this is where the god of time sleeps, in these peaceful hollows with a suave atmosphere, it is inside that the ills of the spirit heal. The druids ordered the construction of the first mounds on this model, the priors came to think about it in the shelter of the disturbing light of creativity. Later kings were buried there, in a very relative spiritual eternity.
The places of inner peace were then transformed into places of eternal peace.
Nb: there again there was a big error of interpretation of the Indo-Europeanists, "Minman" means: accomplishment. Not "thought" which is a term going everywhere.
"Su" means energy, "sude" inner energy, "cronis", the time of the spirit, where the spirit of time as you like, it is Kernunos.
This name of "Kernunos" was transformed into "cranium" in French. It is the place of thought.
Another info, "Krich" in Gaulish has become "wasteland" in French.
SUCELLOS AND NANTOSUELTA ARE THE GODS OF COUPLES.
In the universe, the spirit of Cernunos was renewed from now on, divided into two twins, Lugh the creative and Donn the memorial.
On the earth, a being was born and the latter had not found the woman who was to renew it, to give it immortality once it was an adult.
He searched for a long time what he was missing without knowing what it was, his steps supported him in rhythm and he liked only that.
We know that the gods gave him a place because his rhythm was pleasant to them.
They gave him a jar filled with a liquid of eternity and a large mallet whose blows resembled heartbeats.
He was told that if he had not found his way alone, it was because he was missing half of himself. That he would meet her sooner or later and that he should never stop hitting the rhythm of the sacred vessel filled with vital liquid.
The gods are crowned, praised, prayed and respected throughout Gaul.
Each landscape has its own because the pagus and its wide horizons is their palace on earth.
In the high mountains of the Pyrenees, there was a god Sutugios who was nicknamed "the crowned warrior". The tallest peaks covered the crown of the sun each evening and each morning, it was the expression of Sutugios. The one who gives the voice of the mountains.
This warrior god, all haloed with light, had his poets all over the Pyrenean chain.
Nb: from "Su": light energy, "Togi": peaks and "bones": volunteering. This god certainly embodied the voluntary service of those who climb to the top, it was an honorary title. A god of visionary leaders.
In the woods, people got lost. The Druids forbade the Gallic men to venture too far into the forests because it too often happened that young people disappear. It was then that a god appeared in the middle of the path of a child in distress in the form of a squirrel. It was Sylvanos, the god of the branches, he carried a stone called "Silva" which resembles a bud, one finds it in the rivers above Lutèce. On the territory of Sylvanectes.
This stone known as of fidelity, preserves the descendants and unscrambles the intertwined spirits. It is said that each tribe had one, it allowed to always find its way and thus, to return to its starting point, it is that of sincere roads. This god Sylvanos protected the filiations, he designated belonging, and the continuation of the vital path of the one who honored him.
The roads where the deity appeared appeared very much like branches firmly anchored.
I think I remember that it was he who gave the idea to our ancestors to decorate a tree with all the certainty stones on the day of the holiday that you call "Christmas", a tree decorated with all the colors of the rainbow in sky.
It happened in the early morning, it had been raining all night and when the first ray of sun touched the tree in question, the drops that hung everywhere at the ends of its branches, kissed in all the colors of creation.
Nb: "Sylvanos" was pronounced "Filvanos" and "Silva": "Filva". These are the joys of the Gallic language, an ancient patois.
Darcos ran blindly in all directions, and one day he set off on the paths which unintentionally led to the divine territory of Donn, the lands of the spirits. The latter largely trampled on the moon gardens and Donn took great wrath. The noble bull was helpless against the speed of the blind.
The seventh month of the year, at harvest time, Donn made a wolf god appear on the middle world, it was Tanaris and he had the powers of the wrath of mountain storms.
Tanaris' lance had been given to him by Donn's, it was called "Gaïsos", the mad lance, the weapon was fast, it zigzagged through the heavens at random looking for its victim.
Darcos felt a strong wind which stopped him net in his course, then a lightning made him cover the sight and what he saw frightened him, an immense cloud, blacker than himself, advanced in his direction and cried out. terrifying voice: "Remember who you are!"
Her limbs stiffened and the trembling sound spread through her heart.
He remembered who he was, and he was just a half-man.
Another lightning bolt blinded him again and he was transformed into a bat.
"We will not be able to repair the damage you caused, you will now have to walk on the ceiling and you will only live in the dark," says Tanaris.
"You have ventured into the realm of the spirit lands, you have become a demigod and you will not be able to reincarnate because you have trodden the plants of eternity" he said again, watching Darcos fly away trembling.
Throughout history, men have learned from their surroundings. Some invented tools and others invented metaphysical ideas by themselves. But the bull was divine memory, and the memory of men did not want to move, it remained on its positions, its interests, lived on its insufficient assets. Tanaris existed to protect the grounds of the religious spirit and the religious spirit made the war on novelty.
Kernunos was angry at not evolving, he was time and spirit, evolution. The goddess of death once created a fantastic being from a guardian, the Tarasque, provided with the most sharp animal talents, this one had large bear claws to catch everything, a huge lion mouth to devour everything and a body of panther covered with scales to resist everything and move with agility. She embodied the animosity personified by obscurantism.
This fantastic creature attacked all those who possessed the religious spirit for their personal attributes, those who did not want to evolve while cultivating lies and rejected the creative spirit of the light of Lugus. She weighed souls and devoured the faces of those who had become enlightened. these men were recognized by a sort of domed cap which protected their skulls from the light of the stars.
Later the Tarasque, who no longer accepted any news, directly attacked the land of the polythnician and a hunter was sent with his dog to kill the creature. But the monster was protected by the spirit of the Donnotarvos. The hunter known as Cucholain, Conan, perished by the force of the bull. The monster that had been chased by the dog took him to the lands above, he is still inscribed in the stars.
The tarasque could go wherever it wanted in the 12 clearings on the earth.
Animosity caused a lot of damage among peoples and one day, a reputedly intrepid hunter named Cauono decided to pursue it and kill it with the help of his faithful dog who possessed the best talents of human animality. He hunted for a long time and pursued the fantastic beast as far as the Donnotarvos, the Tarascus had taken him where the fate of the hunter was to be sealed. The dog continued to hunt the divine monster while his master found himself stranded in front of the noble bull, the sword of his destiny in his hand.
"Why are you preventing me from killing this noble beast Taurus, it devours religious and other men, the religious are yours?" Yelled the huge Bovid.
"If the created human religion refuses the novelty, you will stop moving towards what is still greater.
Hunter, you have ventured outside the physical world, here is your end, your memory and your resurrection, here will be kept your memory, because one cannot chase after death or take possession of life definitively. The Mattres will welcome you to the kingdom of the eagle.
Nothing in the land of men is eternal. ", Replied the god.
There is a misunderstanding about Tanaris, known as Taraniss, also known as Thor.
Christian aculturation has transcribed old Celtic-Germanic legends by inducing (voluntarily?) Several errors.
"Donar" was mistaken forwith "Tanar", but this famous Donar is actually Odin, not Thor.
It is the Donnotarvos, the bull god, while Taranis is constantly affiliated with the wolf.
(For those who are interested, the famous hammer of Thor, which only he can lift represents in truth: the Nordic cultural memory, which
only the son of this culture can bear)
Tanaris is nicknamed: thunder.
He is also called Taranis the god with the strength of a bull, because he belongs to the kingdom of Odin, the spiritual part of the calendar.
He is a fighting god who came to us from the mountains of the central massif and the Cevennes, (he is also known in the carpathians, the Tatris mountains and the Tyras river)
He is the alternative personality to the god Lug his brother (Tanaris is the warlike expression of Donn, this is why we sometimes find him holding one of the two chariot of time).
Tanaris is a deity invoked during battles, the rapidity of lightning, the paralyzing thunder and the floods that take everything away, are his "trademark".
Morgana, the mistress goddess, may be the wife of the dark cloud god.
His character is shady. The shadows of death accompany him, clearly he is the defender of spirituality and memory.
If Lug is a lush creator, Tanaris acts by destroying what blocks the way. It is the archetype of the avenger with the reputation of omnipotent sorcerer. It is eminently the divinity who is responsible for defending the divine and spiritual kingdom of Donn.
Its animals are the roaring wolf, the raven with black wings, the snake of the raging waters. The falcon, singi, is perhaps the most representative animal of Tanaris, it also has the spiritual strength of the black bull.
All societies have their warriors, even the Buddhists. It is hardly compatible with the expression of a peaceful Druidism but it would be veiling one's face and pricking the throat to ignore the dangers of the human world.
Peace protects itself where disappears.
Knowing how to defend yourself is a natural act.
The god of raging elements, master of the andabata is Tanaris. They are even human ghosts, soldiers.
His reputation precedes him, his action is certain, nothing escapes him.
Morality often only applies because the spirit of the chiefs requires it.
There was a fairly firm chief who demarcated his house with large, straight spikes. The locals said that the laws of Tangos were the straightest, longest and most just of all. These pikes made of very hard wood were called togi, we would call that "principles today, those who protect good houses.
Later, one of his descendants who called himself Tegonius demonstrated the law of Tangos his ancestor in the form of straight trunks which covered his house. There was also someone to say that those who wore a tidy, skillfully arranged headdress, were those who made the law, who showed righteousness to the people. Then, some stems, well worn took this name of righteousness, we ended up also giving it to the roofs of straight houses.
Tangos, by the firmness and the righteousness of its pikes had passed in the memory of its descendants like that which demonstrated first the habit of the nobility of spirit, the principles of life. It represented loyalty too, everything that was tidy.
Nb: "Tangos" indeed designates the righteousness of a spade, of the one who makes a clear choice.
"tannos" is the name of a very solid holm oak with spikes, "Gos" is a word passed in French under the name of "choice" (important), "Ossu" designates the will. I do not know if Tangos had become a deity but the use of the term is done very often in the Gallic language therefore, it was at least someone who had seen himself deified, perhaps one of those who entered the world of 'up.
The black boar.
"By Teutates! The sky can fall on our heads!"
The god at the center of the Gallic world, he is part of the middle world, Bitu.
Teutates is a terrestrial projection of Kernunos, it embodies courage.
Also called the father of the tribe, the Sacred Boar is its most famous representation, with Jaumattres stones, in the center of France, a large and long megalith in balance also bears his name.
It is therefore the scales of justice rendered under the oak, boar tree by predilection. He is the God judge and protector of the tribe. It is the representation of the balance of the world through the image of the solid oak.
We found several representations of his ideology, these sculptures are very refined, all sport the tuft bristling with a boar, it was composed of openwork in relation to the spots of light that pass through the foliage.
The peculiarity of the boar in its attitudes is to go forwards with its ball head on its pursuers, surtall if it is cornered or if its many small wild boar trees are endangered. Noble and courageous animal in its defensive behavior. This is what I call myself: the boar complex. It should not be exceeded or it charges without thinking about the consequences, even if it must end in death.
The animal is extremely resistant a furious boar, in the Gallic era, some specimens must be around 300 kilos.
It was for these reasons that he presided over the defending battles of the tribe and that the Gauls loved him. Very strong defender of threatened families. Terrible in combat.
It seems that the spiky hairs of Teutatès display a whole range of artistic or symbolic signs, like natural plant forms delimited by the light of the sky, noble force and beauty of the spirit of justice, the protective warrior boar and the symbolism of the world tree being inseparable, the sacred oak and its faithful animal represented in osmosis.
On a particular currency is a giant sword stuck in the ground in the middle of the woods, would it be the sword of the destiny of the titan? In fact it is the representation of an old myth where a small, humble man is presented in the light a giant destiny.
Justice was implemented by professional soldiers who made themselves the official hand of druidic judgments.
One of the best known laws says that no one within the tribe had the right to become too fat, too rich compared to the others, which maintained the freedom to work of all but especially the balance of the managing forces , most of the tribes had the reputation of electing their king annually. It was more of a republic than an omnipotent monarch. Several potential candidates were therefore needed and no one could suffocate the others with his wealth. Only a deified king could not be replaced.
The Gauls lived in large wooden houses sheltering the whole tribe, this global family behavior stems from the essence of Teutatès who also had to intervene when romantic relationships needed help.
And it was the Druids who decided when and what.
"Teuta" means "tribe" in Gallic, I will also translate it by family and house.
There are countries more pleasant than others, and still, more often the mountain dweller does not support the beach.
The territory of the Tolosates has always been blessed by the gods, the climate is mild, most of the time pleasant. The inhabitants of these countries are thinkers and poets, it is said. It was not always like that, a long time ago, it was the frivolity, the unconsciousness and the sufficiency which animated them. And then one day, seeing that the Tolosates would never take the path of spirituality, the great goddess of the celestial oceans became angry, slowly, gently, she sent Tolosendosus to earth.
Tolosendosus, the Titan.
Far away, on the west side, people saw an immense wave rise, something that exceeded the imagination by its size. The foam of these rivers rose to the sky and in its slow jolts, it took several hours to approach.
In the evening, Taranis appeared, the storm was hard, it was heard from the Pyrenean foothills to the low plains of Garonna. The Gauls were afraid for the first time in their lives. A flood usually settled on the plains so calm, which lasted two hours. As evening approached, the Titan appeared, a thick fog covered the Tolosates' territory. The fog is very particular there. The rowdy people separated. They had just lost themselves in the kingdom of spirituality, each on his side, alone.
Covered by the divine oceans, they looked for each other, no one can live alone at home, they always needed each other to move. The first called in the fire: "hooohoooo where are you?"
"Hoohoooo, who are you?" replied the others.
And nobody crossed paths.
The echoes could carry far in this fog, and roll for miles and miles in all directions ...
So and for the first time there again, humans sat on the ground, and they started to really think. Advancing in the physical world led nowhere on foggy days.
It lasted until morning, a few hours, almost an eternity for the one who reflected.
All this reasonable grip of Tolosendosus had taught them to ....... reason.
The next day, Lugus tore the dark veils that covered the country. Light gushes out. But the inhabitants had changed a lot, it was no longer the behavior of arrogant kids they wore, they remained thoughtful. Touched by the hand of the colossus who was called "the one who demonstrates his thought", the god of fervors. In the night, thanks to all the echoes, he had themlearned to sing too. And to sing well again, to sing alone, to sing together to demonstrate their fervor in this world. And then there was something else that had changed overnight, the waters had gullied and dug the ground deeply in places, from the capital Tolosa, to the westernmost plains of the Gers. And everywhere there was evidence that the celestial oceans had bathed the place for hours, millions of years, overnight. Sea shells littered the ground, some fossilized, others not. The Tolosates made necklaces with these shells, it was their stone of certainty, the stone of fervor.
Since then and still today, they love to think over there, we will find great poets at home.
This certainty stone is called "Talos", it is said that it is with it that the druids measured the universe.
Nb: Tolosendosus means "the one who shows his moving thought", it is the god of fervors.
The word that comes to us from this time Tolosates, is "talent" in French, "Talo" is also a unit of time, it is the only stone that allows us to measure the universe with fervor, a small shell.
There are places that do not resemble others, this is why certain deities settle there.
Trittia was a calm water nymph who lived at the bottom of a fertile valley.
Its animal form was a heather pheasant. She was very sought after because she was a goddess of perfumes, her country offered itself to the sun by dispersing thousands of aromas in the air. Her production of oils, various perfumes and her reputation as a divinity earned her to be a fertility nymph known especially by women.
Among other things, she was also a magician belonging to the group of goddesses Kasses, and a healer because the plants of Trittia also offered their medicinal principles. It was above all her purifying perfumeries which brought her reputation all around the Mediterranean, but this goddess was of Gallic and Ligurian origin.
Nb: In the Gallic language, "sort", in connection with the number three has a clear relationship with female fertility, terrestrial. It seems that "Tia" designates a perfume where a perfuming oil is in the sense of feeling, soaking up, taking care of oneself or purifying oneself instead. This term indicates silence, that's why I associate it with perfume. The Trets valley was undoubtedly a place of meditation where perhaps a past hermitage. The verb "to treat" in French may come from the name of the Gallic goddess.
The children of the forest moved according to their desires and their needs. Familiars exchanged what they could, but the groups, the real groups, only appeared at a specific time. When Kernunos decided to descend on the Gallic country. It is a huge boar that came out of the woods, and those who lived there had the idea of organizing themselves into tribal groups around the sacred animal. They also made the emblem of all the heads of this golden boar.
And Teutates gave voice, it united in love with the queen of the seas, Mori, the memory.
His first words gave life to a princess of spirit. Her name was Uirona, the clear one, the one who shaped the spirits.
Uirona gathered the Gauls on many occasions, I think besides that it was it which gathered all the tribal groups of this time. To do this, she used a well-known magic, the magic of signs engraved on pebbles.
She settled with the Sénons, Sénones and became their tutelary goddess.
Nb: "Uirona" in Gallic means "certainty", the Gallic symbols are glyphs which we call: "certainties". Which is also pronounced "Virona". There you will find things.
We find it in Yonne under the name "Icauna" which must have pronounced in fact "Icovna", Yonne. Its modern name is rendered in French as the word "icone". Its fountain, of clearly Gallic origin has eight faces, it served to trace the letters of various nations. You will find its waters through a Christian interpretation that they took from us, in a basin where .... baptism is practiced, that is to say the moment when we give a name to someone. Still of Gallic origin.
Celtisers have appropriated it unduly under the name "icovellauna". But she is not at all a Celtic goddess, she is much older. Viking may be ???? Goidel no doubt.
"Mori" is indeed a Gallic word which designates the memory of the past, feminine side, in French, "where end and resurface all the waters". Morigana.
The first certainty of naming "Medul", it belongs to the Meduli tribes, it is there that the middle tribe gathered, at the seaside where Uirona was born. A beach where we find very curious pebbles colored with red garnets.
It is located exactly in the town of "Soulac sur Mer "in France, towards the tip of the current Médoc. At but I may not have warned you," Gaulois "and" pebbles "come from the same etymological vein, the real one. They have kept the character of elsewhere, gentle, polite, patient, hard and resistant.
This first stone of eternity, a garnet, was called "Medul", middle in English, the middle.
There is also an emerald coast, an Opal coast, the amethyst coast, vermeille, and more.
On the Opal Coast is a stone called "calete", the hoof. The second certainty that defines advancement. And it is truly surprising to hear these thousands of pebbles hitting each other in the waves, making the sounds of horse hooves. Besides, the tribe who lived there was called "Calete".
The name of this second stone of eternity is "Calet". Who gave his name to the city of Calais. And even today they make a lot of noise, real revelers. That hasn't changed much over time.
The name of a famous cake comes from them.
A third "certainty" is found on the southern beaches. Among the Salluvians, we find on the beach known as "Salis Beach" a kind of pebble with a very clear, sunny complexion. Light yellow. Its name is "Salis", the one we see from afar, it designates clarity.
So this is the third certainty.
On the side of the Rutene tribe, in the river, we find another reddish stone from Uirona, it is called "Rudis". And it was she who gave her name to the town of Rodez.
It is the fourth "certainty", which the Vikings called "runes".
He told himself that all certainties ended up dulling, that there were always new ones to replace the old ones.
Among the pictons, it is "Pécia", called the strong one. It is mainly found on the coast, it was used to build complicated things, it is in its form that it demonstrated what it is, the stone of the form. She is beige.
"Liga" is a certainty of Uirona too, it is found in the Lingons to whom she gave their surnames. It is called a conservation stone, and there are many beautifully preserved fossils inside.
Among the Osismes, "Osismes" means "terminal", in a place that the Bretons call "the end of the known world", on the coast where the cliffs easily crumble. We find the loess stone. A stone too soft to resist the unleashed elements which precisely gave their name to the Osismes, the ostimes, the ultimate. "Ostim" in Gallic means well: "the end"
"Ostimio" is the Gallic word that has turned into French "ultimate".
This seventh certainty is therefore called "Ostim".
A tribe of Gabales existed in the mountain south, it is there that one finds the stone of the catch. It is called "Gabal".
Among the Eduens, there is a very special stone on the old oppidum. It is called "stone of the wivre", its name of pebble was "Édui", which defines the dark aspect of spirituality, it must be the stone known as of the memory, the stone of the religious secrets too.
Uirona distributed the stones of certainty to all the Gallic tribes, and each modeled their name on it. These stones which were to bring together the tribes are at the origin of .... the Gallic language. And this is a real myth told by our ancestors, I assure you that it is the truth.
Time flowed in everyone's freedom, but there were times when circumstances demanded the gathering of all good wills. The Druids had asked Teutates for advice, and the latter had sent them Uãtis, a demi-god who served men. Uãtis had the most beautiful and strongest voice in all of creation, he was a summoner. It warmed the spirits, people then gathered in sacred circles to listen to the orders that organized the work of the day. Sometimes it was to gather the seeds and berries, the harvest. Other times it was to bring the warriors together to go to war or organize the defense of the place. Where more and more simply, Uãtis called people to gather them during prayer.
Whatever the priest asked, the Gauls obeyed him. This was how we organized ourselves into working groups.
Uãtis, the vate, provoked the desire to ally and work together.
Nb: it is quite that, there again the Indo-European current was mistaken, "Uãtis", the vate, indicates the will to gather. (And "ualtu" does not indicate the forest where the hair, it indicates a natural grouping). It seems that Roman acculturation has worked a lot to make people forget the good offices of vates. I begin to doubt that they were priests since they were also doctors. It was more like gatherers for everything that was necessary to do in a group, medicine being one of the most important things of the time, it was a eux kinds of doctors in society. A tomb of Uãtis was found, it contains a kind of ancient bell, which corroborates the fact that we find the term in the etimology of various meetings, the bell was used to call people to the circle.
Goben rather forged agricultural tools, called physical tools, another god forged internal tools, he was called UCUETIN, god of casts. It was in Alésia that he had his cult, very turned towards medicine too, it was said of Ucuetin that he had the power to strengthen the bodies. Moreover, a number of beautifully molded bronze statuettes came from his production. He was a god of hospitality and surreal sculpture effects. Elsewhere in Gaul it was also called Uecticios, Égedius and Ucuetis too.
Nb: different very close names were given to him but the profession of forge casting and interior medicine seems to have been dedicated to him.
He is a god of fonts, of the solidity and the good behavior of the rules apparently.
In the tribes, there were groups apart, among the druids the diviners belonged to the groups of vates, among the druidesses, those who were in charge of the divinatory sciences belonged to the groups of Venitia, the princesses, daughter of the local kings should not be corrupted by mixing with the masses and remain virgins.
Affiliated in its cult to Onuava, Venitia made the omens of fate thanks to the powers of the waters. It was said that she was a priestess of spring who brings towards the light and the heat of summer. It leads actions in a direction of the future.
Nb: it seems indeed that the masculine vates exist in the feminine part under this name of Vénitia, where Uenitia. And that they were daughters of chefs.
People traveled in Gaul as everywhere, large roads had been built, smaller ones also traced their laces through more or less inhabited regions.
And then there were travel accidents when some of the travelers ventured a bit at random. It was at this time that the white lady appeared, her name was Uoretia, the rescuer.
It was said that this fairy lived in wild places, outside the walls and that she spent her time helping travelers in danger. Its mere presence signaled a dangerous place to be careful.
This messenger demarcated the wild place, the limit not to be exceeded. It is also said that she was human and that she went up to the world from above, since she returns from time to time. She was a leader's daughter and a divine resource to which the gods gave eternal life.
Note: the name of the famous mythical white lady who warned travelers of an accident was Uoretia. It indicates that you have to go back to the shelter. To be compared with Ueleda.
Ogmios taught humans what was right, what was good and what should stay in their memories.
During the night a big fire was lit in the training clearings, it was there that the soldiers learned to behave like warriors.
First, before any training, he divided the groups into two. Each having a person in front of him, seated cross-legged as shown in the ancient sculptures, they listened to the law of the soldiers. Their ears chained to the words of the god of learning.
"Life is a fight," they repeated.
"Respect your enemies",
"Look it in the face",
"Keep your position firmly",
"Never back down",
"Give her fear or she will kill you yourself",
"Use his violence to make him fall",
"Don't let fury take you away",
"Impose your justice on him and you will be his master",
"There is no respite for the one who still holds his gun",
Thus spoke Ogmios by enacting the law of the Uerkalai. This is why he was nicknamed "the old lion" and "the Hercules".
Nb: I shouldn't have made a lot of mistakes on this one. The Gauls were fearless and inflexible warriors.
There has always been combat and war, it was yesterday as today a way in which the gods selected those who must live and die, where they must do it.
I think it was the one called Artios who inherited the shield from Uimbori.
Artios was a warrior like all Gallic men, but when he got to a certain age, he wondered why there were so many battles. Sometimes for trivial reasons, almost without reason.
He went alone to the forbidden forest and entered the clearing of the gods.
In the center the giant tree reigned over the surrounding course.
Artios stepped forward, when the giant's shadow covered him his eyes got used to the darkness and he could see that in the hollow of the tree, a very large wild boar was waiting for him.
Teutates knew in advance who this human was, he had observed it in nshadow of battles. He knew his courage and his valor, his temerity too.
"Shut up human, men must not speak to the gods on earth, I know why you are there, and I know that the sons of the bear are not afraid of anything".
He resumed after observing the calm of the human for a few moments:
"You do not understand that only those who will be useful for the future of your tribes must survive the trials! I know you reckless Artios but I also know that you can die in battle without having ensured your descendants. That is what I would not allow, so my justice must pass.
Listen to me!
When you are a little over thirty years of age, you will fall on the deadly fields. And that will be good because you have killed a lot yourself.
But as you are one of those who must remain all the same, I decided that you will return from the dead.
The shield you see there on the ground is mine, it is the Uimbori. It will protect you effectively even in the dark passage. You will cross the dark world and you will be reborn entirely thanks to the Uimbori.
May your destiny be made as I said! "
Artios, who could neither speak nor move before the sacred boar, took the shield from Teutates. On returning to his tribe he did not remember what had happened in the depths of the woods. He now had in his possession a large black and green shield.
When he returned to battle the shield protected him for a long time until he had reached the age of over thirty years. Then he was killed because that was his fate. People honored the one who had fought so much for the defense of the tribe, he was buried with the Uimbori.
And the shield continued to protect humans in the world from the dead.
It is said that an ancient king cannot really die, and that he will return one day. This is what the myth of Artios and Uimbori relates.
There was another chief who was later carried standing on the shield of the gods, I think I remember it was Brennos.
Nb: According to a small sculpture representing naked Teutates and the sacred shield of the tribe alone, as well as an archaeological find where in a single tomb over hundreds, we found the remains of a man covered by a huge shield alone .
Etymologically it corresponds, the archaeological substance allows us to make the connection.
Of course the tribes visited each other, the roads had been traced following the brightest stars. One of them joined Burdigala in Lutèce passing through the Lemovices territories, at the limit of the Turones lands, and following villages implanted most often on the banks of rivers that the nymphs inhabited. This is how exchanges and bartering became a mode of cultivation. On this famous and great road, a place of devotion to the goddess Ouxona had been installed. In Argentomarus, the city with silver reflections. Ouxona offered fame, cleanliness and health, its waters came directly from rainy runoff. Its stone named "Oxa", the brilliant, it is a blue amphibolic schist, with silver reflections. It denotes superior quality. The merchants who passed by called it "stone of wealth" and it was the subject of a small sacred ritual which consisted in wetting the stone to be honored with reflections from the sky. Oxouna la pure made the difference and inspired confidence. Merchants often stopped at its fountain to devote their worship there.
Nb: blue stones with wet and smooth reflections are very sacred at least since the installation of Stonehenge where people already came 4500 years ago to look for small pieces of bluish stones.
This myth of Oxouna, also called Uxona, seems to me to come from far away in the past.
We worked and we always wanted to do a little more, a little better with the Gauls, there was really this desire to improve everyday life.
I have heard of a god of the Pyrenean headlands called Vascos, or Iacos according to people's accent. He was a god of summits where we wanted to climb, that of the paths of quality. His animal, because he was a god from the middle world, was a bee. And yes, it seems that the Gallic bee had a male name. He appeared in the spring, in large troops and led his raids, the Uaxti on the heather fields, in fact he showed the best way to fly over the mountainous pitfalls. Vascos was a guide, the one who leads on quality paths and his honey was the best of all. He had been nicknamed the "fat", the god of fat walks.
Nb: the primo language gives meaning: "the will of a quality path".
Indeed, he was a god of mountain roads. The bee often shows where the best luminaries are.
In French, the word "viscous" seems pretty close to me.
The winged helmet of the Gauls had been adorned with two larks wings onits sides were the sign of the flying spirit, that of travelers.
The goddess Ueleda was the daughter of Alamahé, the foster goddess. Early in the year, she disappeared from the nest to see the grandeur of the land and the mountains, she left for several months and Gallic travelers reported having seen her on the other side of the world, thousands of kilometers away. It was said that his palace had been built by the gods, on the cliffs that overlook the lands of men. It is called "the palace of the guard", because it seems, he is the only one who cannot change places. Each year, Ueleda returns home in the form of a lark, the goddess of travelers.
Nb: real name: Ueleda, (Véléda), a prophetess bore this name later. Élania, Éliane is a reconstituted word is Ueleda the goddess, the Alouette Alauda is a goddess of travelers, maybe she was the nymph of a tribe in particular but it seems that all the Gallic tribes knew her. Also called "Alant-deuia". Which gives him a passionate activity, memories.
The Gauls had two lives, the first happened at home and the second belonged to Alantia, it happened on a trip, on the roads or in their second homes. But there was indeed a Gallic expression which dealt with the first and the second life.
This name of Alant-deuia, of alauda, and finally of Elania is found in the French "Aline, Hélène ou Élodie", which also has a relation to travel.
No one remembers when she arrived, we just know that it comes from the depths of the abyss where Ogmios had chained her.
Do you know why, the old lion was always the only one to be insensitive to the power of the wizards.
Those who saw it and who miraculously escaped death told terrifying stories about a hideous snake which carried a strange ruby in the middle of the forehead.
One of the survivors said this on returning to the village:
"I was going fishing in the river, and of course, as usual, I fell asleep at the foot of a large willow tree.
It was only in the evening that the ambient cold woke me up, all numb I hardly moved when I heard the whistling. It froze my blood. We were between dog and wolf, the night was advancing fast.
But this hissing sound gifted me, I had never heard one like this, and I will never forget it!
I was hidden by the shadows of the tree and no one could see me.
But I! I saw it!
A young naked and beautiful woman bathed in the river, she swam languidly and made back and forth, jiggling a few meters from me. It could have enchanted me but I assure you that its whistles would hasten the urge to move to an entire army of valiant soldiers!
And then ... there was something that scared me even more. In the river, all around it, there were snakes in very large numbers, I have never seen so many, and beautiful sizes of course!
Hundreds of reptiles of all breeds rippled, mingling with the song of the Wyvern.
After a while, I don't know how many, she headed for the shore, on the other side of the stream. When she came out of the water I saw that the bottom of her body was different, the thing had no legs and these were replaced by the body of a large reptile .. what a fear!
This is where I moved, but when I moved a little I crushed some dried branches and it made noise.
With a quick movement of the head she turned her gaze to me and her eyes met mine. By all the gods! What a beauty!
In the middle of his forehead was a ruby-red stone and I suddenly wanted to. I wanted to steal his jewel from him!
Only voila, the snakes had just turned towards me too, and some were throwing themselves in the direction of me.
So I left without asking for my rest, I swear to you that never a man ran as fast as me at this moment. I heard the whistles, still as horrible behind my back, she gave them orders ...
I thought I was dying on the spot!
And then I came back to the village, the rustles had followed me for a long time but I had escaped them. "
This is what this man said. And of course nobody believed him, people said that he had a nightmare. It was only the next day that armed warriors went to check if there was a monster on the side of the river .... and nothing, they found nothing .... except serpentine traces, imprinted in the mud on the two banks, hundreds.
On their return, one of the soldiers displayed a haggard and feverish air, he certified on his honor that one of the traces left in the silt was indeed that of a snake ... enormous, at least as big as a man, certainly bigger.
The man-eating vouivre had passed there.
We do not know why, since that date the peasant who hadsaw the Wyvern changed a lot, he who was usually so happy showed everyone a dark and withdrawn character.
Every day in the evening, he returned to the place where his memories brought him back, it was as if he wanted to see her again. As if he missed her, he had aged a lot in a short time ...
Note: the wyvour is a fairy, which has its advantages and disadvantages, Merlin was a victim. It is also called: "the great fisherman".
There were many gods and goddesses, each had their place in the universe. On the edges of certain rivers, ponds and ponds, there was a genius of waters named Xacãnus.
He granted certain wishes but above all he brought his care and a good spirit for those who were sick. The genie lived in high concentrations of reeds. Certain tribes worshiped him.
Its seeds nourished the clans, its dance and its song generated beautiful dreams, its leaves were used to cure breathing and poisoning. From its stem we pulled flutes and the height of wonder, its juice was used to make tasty sweet treats, in addition and to add to its natural extravagance, we made brooms with its stems and feather duster.
Xacãnos was the messenger of the gods, he was a genius of the reeds.
Nb: I found his trace even very far from the territories of Gaul. Xacãnos was a water genius who was embodied in the reeds, a plant much appreciated by the Gauls. He brought happiness and serenity, he was a messenger.
"Cãnos" is passed in French like "la cane".
Xuban was a deity of attraction, of dragging somehow. He lived on sumptuous horizons and we find him in many places in Gaul, under more or less evolved names. It was called the fearless, its first quality was carried in the physical world. Its freshness was given to it by the white water that coiled. It was also said that he had the grace of plants. He was a god of choice and opulence.
Nb: apparently it would have a relationship with fish and the grace of women's hips, it is a god of demonstration.
Among all the stories I have been able to tell, there is one that talks about Eburos, the divine boar.
Teutates decided to help a human by lending him his fleece, the Eburia. It was a monster hunter who had to hunt down Gargos, a giant creature that scared animals and humans for his pleasure.
The warrior in question dressed in the Éburia before sinking into the woods to kill the monster. This garment allowed him to become invisible by fully belonging to the forest with which he merged. It was said that this fleece that nothing could penetrate it except the light of the sun.
Spikes, swords and other claws could not damage it.
Nb: "Éburo" is a term which indicates the impenetrable fleece that certain tribes wore in combat. Surely a boar skin. It has been confused with the island of Ovios because of its tangled foliage which is also impenetrable.
We find this name even today in forms like "yèvre", "Yvrande" where older "yevuria", "Éburia".
The term "Gargos" is found in the French "gargouille", where "Gargantua".
This first study of Gallic mythology through its words reflects well the thought which animated our ancestors and the ancestors of our ancestors.
We find the very close relationships they had with our environment.
Trees first with bony gods, bushy, drawn, raised, solid, moving where and above all balanced as is the balance of the world.
Other deities consciously evoke relative with the human body, beauty, resemblance, muscular lines, strength, femininity ... etc. but also with character traits.
Water is almost constantly associated with femininity and the moon, the earth that generates life too. There are sacred qualifiers such as: undulating, shiny, in the form of water, healthy and pure, productive and that is very important because water is associated with time.
Masculinity, however, is embodied in landmarks, mountains of stone or other rough qualities. I am talking a bit about the stones of certainties which apparently had a masculine dimension while the uncertainties were rather feminine, it seems to me somewhat natural, it refers to the movements of water, because this is a deeply human inclination if it doesn’t is not automatic.
The tribes had many gods but to each tribe belonged a branch of the pantheon in particular. Each of these gods took their names and their grace thanks to the landscapes of France whose beauties and diversities we know well. It also seems that these deities had a main profession relating to the activity of these tribes. Horses, baskets, loggers ... etc ... and even a sporting part.The animals have not been forgotten and relegated to their rank of primary bestiality, they are an integral part of the Gallic pantheon on the world of the medium, ie "the land of humans". Wild beasts were respected because they were part of the world of Gallic magic.
All this allows you to go back in time and rediscover the thought of our ancestors, but better yet, this study allows us to really understand this thought through the old sacred language, the Gallic language. And that is very important for our own sustainability, that of Druid culture.
The true Druid culture of at least two thousand years ago. Much older indeed.
Gallic mythology clearly transcribes the fact that our ancestors purely and simply adored the world around them. This thought is a tree rooted deep within you without you realizing it. I am asking you this question today: this world around you is me and me too, destroying it. Are you going to let go? Are you going to forget who you are, where you come from and those who allowed you to advance and died in brotherhood since the earliest times for you modernized at the cost of a final uprooting? This tree of thought is yours, if it disappears, your soul will disappear with it.
Are you going to continue destroying life on this planet to fatten your belly?
Let's be frank: I don't think that's what you wanted. So I think you should get back to really worshiping this world where only life rules. Not me, not you, all of the beauties of this incredible palace that the gods have given us.
Inside each of you is a living tree of thought planted by your ancestors.
And all humans carry their tree, and all these trees form the sacred forest. Think about it.
Le premier enseignement de la philosophie antique propose l'acte comme définit :
"La cause provoque un choix, c'est là, à ce moment, que le chemin diverge et que l'on peut s'arrêter où avançer."
Faire un don c'est participer à une œuvre.
* Le druidisme, la culture d'un monde naturel et équilibré comme le chêne.*
Surtout, si vous croyez aux forces du mal, que vous priez sur des hautels sanglants et que vous pensez à faire des actes sacrificiels......allez voir ailleurs.
Le druidisme n'est pas fait pour vous.
Toutes les informations contenues dans ce site sont là pour servir de bases d'études à ceux qui désirent se retrouver pour un druidisme bien gaulois.
Enregistrez les pages de ce site permettra de les protéger contre l'obscurantisme et l'oubli.
Ce que je fait ici a tout a voir avec l'art, l'histoire et un fort engagement écolo-futuriste.
Je ne suis ni un gourou, ni un messie et n'appartient à aucune secte.
Je retrace et je réinvente la spiritualité naturelle des druides antiques afin de la redonner à un monde qui en a fort besoin aujourd'hui. C'est un travail d'artiste qui raconte une histoire,
Je pense que c'est aux druides et druidisants gaulois de développer et d'expliquer ce qui se trouve dans les pages de ce site.
( cela n'appartient pas aux autres spiritualités et encore moins à des courants politico-religieux d'ordre divers où franc-maçons, nous ne sommes pas non plus issus de l'Égypte, du sionisme, ...etc..attention aux sectes! et aux médisances un peu gratuites parce que je puis vous affirmer qu'il y a des dusiis. Précisez à tout le monde que nous ne pratiquons pas de sacrifices humains, même pas pour rigoler)
Le druidisme gaulois n'appartient qu'aux druidisants gaulois de tous horizons et seulement à ceux là.
Si vous désirez utiliser ces informations pour vos propres cercles je vous demande ceci: Pas de politique, vos discours doivent se référer au druidisme gaulois et bien sùr vous n'avez pas le droit d'échanger mon travail contre de l'argent.
Ce que je fais prend beaucoup de temps, c'est un trés gros travail que j'effectue pour vous tous, alors je pense que vous devriez participer. Cela coûte de l'argent, beaucoup de temps, de travail, et quelques migraines.
Donnez ce que vous voulez, de manière anonyme si vous voulez.
Il faut remplir le chaudron magique, c'est un peu le votre aussi: