Instead of writing and posting a figure or place of Historical importance, I am doing this month’s blog on a place of Celtic Heritage significance.
A very common term among people of the Neo-Celtic Movement and people who follow their Celtic Heritage, Tir Na nOg has even become a Celtic Woman’s song, which is a great song in my opinion. It is actually my mobiles ringtone.
Once upon a time, many years ago, there lived a great warrior named Oisín, the child of unbelievable Fionn Macintosh Cumhaill, or Finn MacCool in its English structure. MacCool was the head of Fianna - a gathering of incredible defenders who watched the High Lord of Ireland - and every day Oisín and Fianna investigated the delightful green slopes of Ireland as they chased the land.
At some point, Oisín and Fianna saw a delightful white pony somewhere far off, and on its back was the loveliest young lady they had at any point seen. Her hair was the shade of the sun and tumbled to her midriff, and she wore a dress of the palest blue studded with stars. She was encircled by a brilliant light.
As the lovely lady and her pony moved closer, all men halted abruptly, holding back to hear what she needed to say. "I am Niamh," said the brilliant-haired lady, "my dad is Ruler of the magical place where there is Tír Na nÓg, a land that knows no distress and where no one at any point ages. I have heard superb things of an extraordinary champion named Oisín, and I have come to return him with me to the Place that is known for Everlasting Youth."
Oisín promptly experienced passionate feelings for Niamh, and in spite of the fact that he was miserable to leave his dad and Fianna, he consented to join Niamh riding a horse to proceed to live in Tír Na nóg, promising Finn MacCool that he would get back to Ireland to see him again soon.
The fine white pony dashed across silver oceans into the mystical place that is known for Tír Na nóg. As Niamh had guaranteed, here no one knew about misery, and where no one at any point matured, everybody there resided until the end of time.
Together, Niamh and Oisín spent numerous blissful times together, despite the fact that there was a little piece of Oisín's heart that was desolate. He missed his country of Ireland and yearned to see his dad and Fianna once more.
Oisín asked Niamh to allow him to get back to Ireland, yet she was hesitant. Despite the fact that Oisín believed that a couple of years had passed, it had truth be told been 300 years back in Ireland, since, in the place that is known for Tír Na nóg, time dialed back.
At last, Niamh perceived the amount Oisín missed his loved ones. She consented to allow him to get back to Ireland to see them once more. "Take my supernatural white pony," she told him. "Try not to get off this pony, and don't allow your feet to contact the ground, or probably you will always be unable to get back to Tír Na nóg once more."
Oisín set off across oceans on Niamh's white pony and showed up in Ireland. At the point when he arrived, he could see that things had changed. The Fianna at this point not chased green slopes, and the excellent palace that once housed his family was disintegrating and canvassed in ivy.
As he was looking for somebody natural in the green slopes, Oisín ran over a few elderly people men, who were experiencing issues attempting to move a colossal stone. He inclined down from his pony to help them, however in doing so he lost his equilibrium and tumbled from the pony. The second Oisín contacted Irish soil, he promptly matured the 300 years that he had missed in Ireland.
An old, fragile man, he asked the men he had halted to help about his dad Finn MacCool, and they let him know that Finn had kicked the bucket numerous prior years. Beaten down and numerous hundred years of age, Oisín kicked the bucket before long, yet not before he shared legends and accounts of Fianna, his dad's extraordinary Finn MacCool, and the enchanted place where there is timeless youth that is Tír Na nóg. And, surprisingly, today in the Celtic Nations, these legends live on.
