Saturday, December 13, 2014

Draw Near and Listen


Twenty of our fallen brothers had their day many years ago.

Cabot.

Williams.

Thomas.
 
 As you bleed from within, your day of the rope draws nigh.
 

 
 
Is í ding di féin a scoileann an dair.
 
Brothers, we shall meet this Sunday in Mauch Chunk at St. Mark's.
 
Same time.
 
 
 
 
 
Tick tock...

 

Sunday, November 30, 2014

ˈKɒrənəx: Διογένης ὁ Σινωπεύς


Diogenes, our brother: 
 
We three set on our journey many years ago, knowing this day would come.

Dishonest men cast a long shadow that many fail to see. We, too, seek to find honest men from among the discord of our discontent, and we once again need to hear your voice amid the growing din.

Alone, you have traveled a distant path in silence, watching and waiting and learning.

So have we. 

Thirty years have past, and the Sleeper has awakened once again.

 We knew this day would come.

We knew this day would come.

AWAKEN, BROTHER, and step from darkness into the light.

 
Fosgailtear na geataichean.





Tick tock.....

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Cathadh-sneachda

    
We are like snowflakes in a raging blizzard.
 
We are indistinguishable from the masses, but are nevertheless there.
 
From any direction, day or night, we will fall silently at your doorstep. 
 
And we will watch.
 
And we will wait.
 
And we will plan.
 
The day and the hour of our rising will never be known.

It is ours alone to choose.
 
To the ITRR and others who watch, we give you an early Yuletide gift: Those who died once yet live again have a unique view of life, and death. Only those who have been there understand.

On our honor; we have, and we do.

Now that you know where we have been, Ullaich.







Tick tock...
 

Friday, November 8, 2013

Seo é ár dtír


Their Bucks will be our Bannockburn.
 
Their Montgomery will be our Móin Mhór.
 
They think the resistance is almost over. That we will cross over to their side as others have recently done.
 
In truth, we have not yet begun.

The Highlanders walked these lands centuries ago.

We have never left.
 
 Our communal cuach is now ready to quench a different thirst.

In lands they call Bucks and Montgomery, we prepare for our destiny.  
 
Near the Wells of Dee, we gather.

To those that continue to defile our land and water and air;
Keep your nose to the wind, and do not blink.

You   
will   
not   
see   
us  
coming.

We with honor await those with none.

Enjoy the fleeting concept known as time.

 



Tick tock.....


Sunday, July 7, 2013

The Cairn of Marcellus


We will meet at the fire ring by the Cairn of Marcellus tonight at 8 pm.

Don't be late.

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