Long before the birth of Christ, people lived on Earth, our forebears known as the Celts. They called their wise teachers druids, and many people who inhabited the Earth, in all different continents, honored the druids' knowledge of the material and spiritual worlds. Celtic warriors never bared their weapon in a druid's presence.
In order to reach the first part of being a druid, one had to study individually for twenty years with the natural law and its keepers of wisdom. One who had succeeded was then called a "bard".
In the Celtic civilization, bards had a moral duty to go among the people and sing, to instill light and truth in people with their song, using words to shape images that healed the soul.
Preserving this ancestral order, the Celts lived for many ages, increasing their knowledge of nature, the human body, the Earth and the universe.
Then, Roman legions attacked the Celts. Village by village, the Celtic civilization fell to the invaders, charging berserk with fire and weapons, hordes of hypnotized, bloodthirsty killers. The Celts fought long and hard, wielding swords with no armour, but could not resist the tide of destruction that had arrived on their native lands.
In a burst of collective inspiration, inspired and energized by the souls of their kin, the Celts resolved to preserve their knowledge and civilization in the dimensions of thought. Their memories and feelings would be reborn as living people when the time arrived to restore the civilization of Earth its original pristine blossoming.
The final battle of the Celts took place by a river. The Romans saw women with loose hair walking among the Celtic warriors. The Roman military leaders knew that when those women walked among the warriors, they had to outnumber the Celts sixfold in order to defeat them.
Neither the Roman military leaders nor today's technocratic historians have figured out why this was so. But they knew it had something to do with those unarmed women with loosened hair.
The Romans advanced, outnumbering the Celts ninefold. Backed up to the river, the last family of Celts began to fall.
The Celtic family stood in a semi-circle, and behind their backs a young woman was nursing a tiny baby girl and singing. The young mother was singing a happy and not a sad song, so that fear and sorrow would not settle in the little girl's soul and so that she would have images of joy.
When the little girl broke away from her mother's teat, their gazes met, and each time the woman broke off her song to tenderly call the little girl by name, "Barda".
There was no more semi-circle to defend the defenceless pair. A single bloodied young Celt stood on the path between the Roman legionaries and the nursing woman, holding a sword. He turned to the woman, their eyes met, and they smiled at each other.
The wounded bard held off the Romans until the woman had descended to the river, placed the tiny girl in a boat, and pushed the boat from shore.
With his last effort of will, the bloodied bard threw his sword at the young woman's feet. She raised the sword and fought the legionaries on the narrow path for four hours straight, not letting them through to the river. As the legionaries tired, they fell back behind one another on the path.
The Roman military leaders watched in silent astonishment but could not understand why strong and experienced soldiers were unable to even scratch the body of this Celtic woman.
She battled for four hours, then she burned up. Her lungs dried out from dehydration, for she hadn't drunk so much as a drop of water, and blood spewed from her beautiful cracked lips.
Slowly dropping to her knees and falling, she was able to send one more faint smile after the boat carrying Barda downstream, the little singer of the future.
The word and the word's image she saved have been carried down through the millennia to us today.
The essence of the people is not only in flesh and bones. Immeasurably greater and more significant are our invisible feelings and aspirations. These sensations are only partly reflected in the material world, like a mirror. Much remains unsaid.
Little Barda became a young woman, then a woman and mother. She lived on Earth and sang. Her songs gave people only joyful emotions, and like an all-healing ray, they helped disperse the soul's gloom.
Many mundane hardships and deprivations sought to extinguish the joyful source of this ray. Invisible, dark forces tried to break through to it, but they could not overcome the sole obstacle. Yes, many people stand on that path alongside the young Celtic bard.
The essence of our people is not in the flesh. The bard's bloodied body sent his soul's smile into eternity, reflecting the energy of the invisible human essences.
The young mother's lungs burned up, and blood spewed from the cracks in her lips. The same lips that had received the bard's smile.
Believe me now. Understand. Hear the ringing sound of the bard's invisible sword, deflecting the onslaught of all that is malicious and dark from the path to his descendants' souls. There are no written records to recite as autocratic fact. We have to think about this for ourselves.
Pronounce the word once more, if you can summon the feelings of which it is worthy: 'Bard.'
Who among us today is descendant from that nursing woman and the young songstress, Barda? Or the warrior bard who fought on the path?
Who among us has failed to remember? Maybe it was me, maybe it was you. Each person should think about it for themselves.
The images that stand behind these words are even now becoming a reality once more. Thousands of strings are beginning to sound under the fingers of our present-day bards, and strong, confident voices will sound forth with images of beauty and love.
When we dreamed all of this, our modern bards were the first to feel it. Their souls were the first to feel it...
At first a flame flickered in just one, and a delicate guitar string trembled, and then the souls of others picked it up and responded.
Soon many people will hear their songs. The bards will help create a new dawn, a dawn of enlightenment for the souls of our people. You will hear their songs. New songs, songs of dawn.
And you will see why the Romans, upon defeating the Celtic people, spread many nasty rumors and false accusations about the Celts which still exist today. The principal source for scholarly material on the Celtic druids is still the victorious Roman emperor, Julius Caesar. He wrote and popularized false images about the Celtic druids to silence and discredit them, making up stories of barbarism, which carried onto into the Christian era where pagan historians were burnt as witches or heretics.
Yet the Celts, like the Russ, retained the memories of the Vedic age on Earth, when people lived in harmony together with each other and our natural surroundings. This exists even now in memories, thoughts and dreams, and in the thousands of native lands that the people of the Earth have begun to nurture and love as their ancestral homes once more.
As we embark together on a new idea of planetary peace and prosperity, let us not forget the kind and innocent people whose souls have preserved love, joy and all that is beautiful on the Earth, from ancient times to the present day and far beyond.
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adapted from "The Ringing Cedars of Russia" by Vladimir Megre