#Scottish Nationalism

[icedsodapop]

Poor Things film in a nutshell:

What if we girlbossified a story about English colonization of Scotland

[princepsfianna]

Some thoughts on the faith. (CR)

all images come from the 1910s public domain (mfw religion is so dead no non christian art of it is made, its joever, so fucking joever for us.....)

Our faith is dead, we must admit that. Her honour is gone, her valour is and God knows what else. She has been driven from the towns, tuathas, from glen and city into the annals of history. Worse yet for those of the Scottish herald for all we have are the Irish annals to go off. Or, if we are lucky, Roman sources from the first century AD. Alas virtually all Scottish national deities have since vanished from our records. I wonder every night if there was national deities. We know there was some like Clota, Goddess of the Clyde. Yet she was a regional deity not a deity in the same way as Brighid. Sadly for Clota, for instance, we have scarce any records about them or how to worship, revere and indulge in them. “Almost all the rivers of Scotland were abodes of goddesses, but about many of them there are no surviving stories. The character of a goddess was suggested by that of a river. The goddess of the river Forth, for instance, was ‘the deaf or soundless one’, because the Forth is a comparatively silent river; the goddess of the Clyde, on the other hand, was ‘the purifying one’, because the old people knew it as a river which scoured the country it passed through, and carried much mud and clay seaward when in flood.” Donald MacKenzie, 1917. Scottish Myth and Legend.

And all we have to go off are books written in a disparate time from who knows when to the great war till now. There is no serious academic study because- what is there to study? We must admit that the Christians have effectively erased our faith and they did a good job of it. Our only vestiges remaining in what we preserved in their faith and the scattered sources we can piece together. At the second battle of Moytura we see Morrígan deliver a speech to the men of Connaught as they prepare for battle. “I shall see a world that will yet be dear to me. Summer without flowers, Kine shall be without milk, Women without modesty, Men without valour, Captives without a King…(six word gap) Woods without mast, sea without produce… (40 word gap) the false judgement of old(wise) men, the false precedents of brehons(judges), every man ab etrayer, every boy a reaver. Son will enter his father’s bad, father will enter his son’s bead, everyone will be his brother’s brother ni law! (gap, eight words.) An evil time! Son shall deceive father, Daughter shall deceive mother!” What can this describe but today? She is lamenting this world in decay, fortelling a cycle of death and renewal in the cyles of civilisation. We are clearly in these events, woods are going without mast and seas without produce at our own hands. Summer will literally be without flowers and the leaders and judges of this world have gone awry for power and money. Let’s look at Fionn MacCumhaill, a Scottish hero from the boyheed deeds. Finn saw that he and many of his heroes would fall in battle and that he himself should do so and be reborn. We see a similar theme with Cú Chulainn in Táin Bó Cúailnge! He declares that he will rise again in times of great need when Ireland calls her champions to rise.  Now- first things first Ireland already had her time of great needs.. You are late… But more seriously he’s clearly telling us bluntly that when the Irish (Celts) are in desperate need he will arise. We can interpret this as him telling us that when we are in need, heroes will arise to save the Celtic nation and bring it back. Let’s look at the book of invasions or Lebor Gabála Érenn. Now this was compiled a few centuries after the conquests but it incorporates native faith which was around at the time. It was compiled with this in mind, quoting it and Lugh. “And it was foretold that his coming would bring the end to the Fomorian oppression, that the sun would shine again upon the land of the Gael!” The Fomori are a race of supernatural beings with great strength who come from the sea.. They are also defeated by the Tuatha Dé Danann. The Fomori are clearly the prophesied Saxon and Germanic incursions and Lugh is clearly to represent when the Gaels liberate themselves. Lugh is a warrior and was also a God of war and justice. Therefore it makes sense that Lugh would be the one, or one of the Gods to announce that as, Rosc Catha na Mumhan put it so eloquently. “I know well by the chilly weather, By the fury of Thetis on the shore. By the tuneful singing of the birds, That my Caesar would return free from gloom! That sound is joyus for Munster! And for the downtrodden descendents of warriors! The sounds of waves clashing on the side of ships, Thunderously advancing to our aid! 

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The top of the tall trees are announcing That the Gaels shall not be fettered for long! … Gather all the men of blood of the Mil, Those whoms veins have but a drop of pure blood Whoms rights are trampled, tormented by evil! And may he strike a blow to the keeper of chains! And that sound will be the rarest joy for Munster

ANd for the sad descendants of the mighty Who await the sound of waves on the ships Drawing boldly on the seas to support us!” 

Lugh is foretelling us that the sun will shine again upon our land. That the Gaels, the celts will be restored to order. That the oppression will be ended, in this case I would make bold as to equate the Fomori with Rome and England. This will therefore require the return of our religion. Our religion will be restored after this event transpires. I don’t exactly know how but my guess is that a prophet will arise, presumably a form like Cú Chulainn. Who arises when we need our champions. A warrior will arise who is also a scholar and like Cú Chulainn will emulate his life and while doing so end the oppression of the Celts forevermore. Now.. If I was younger I would equate Liam Lynch to this figure but Lynch never restored our faith so I won’t. But I do think, in a time not so far that this figure will emerge. I think already the great and masterful plan is in motion and though I can’t see it I think it will be a great plan. The Celtic cultures are undergoing a great revival at the moment. I can feel it, I can hear it, the trees are not declaring but something is and I will find it. Things are tough for our races in the last few centuries but after centuries things are looking up. This generation, which I would not rather have been born but this one may- Brighid willing. Be the first one to take up the mantle of our ancient race and redeem it from its humiliation and shame. With this sort of rant over I will end it with a quote from a nation once again.  When Boyhood’s fire was in my blood, I read of ancient freemen, For Greece and Rome Who bravely stood, Three hundred men and three men. And then I prayed, I yet might see. Our fetters rent in twain! And Ireland, long a province, be  A nation once again! A nation once again!  A nation once again!  And Ireland, long a province, be A nation once again! 

Now- I do find it (mildly) bemusing the Irishmen reads about foreign culture not his own to be free. Because of English suppression of our shared heritage and heroes. But I digress, boyhoods fire is in my blood and I pray that I might yet see the Celts as one nation yet again. But it’ll probably not happen, oh well. We pray, we pray. 

[realpeterabell]

Be a Scottish nationalist! (audio)

Nobody among Scotland’s political elite speaks for Scottish nationalism!

[princepsfianna]

"Ourselves alone!' Their battle cry, And freedom sang to the Easter sky! They were the men with a vision, The men with the cause! The men who defied their oppressors laws. The men who traded chains for guns. Born into Slavery, they were freedom's sons. That poet's (Pearse) dream, had sparked the flame. A raging fire, it soon became, And from that fire of destiny There rose a nation proud and free!"

May that flame blaze again, from shore to shore. May she whirl and shriek and with flames smore. Till she burns away the dreaded enemy throng. Arising then a free republic, proud and strong Scotland, my mountain home, my strength For you, greater than seas is my loves length. There where our flag once lied a bleeding, Now feel the pride once again a leaping! Higher and higher shall the saltire wave, Honoured and Gallant shall her be her name. Proud and high, may our noble race stand. Glorious and shrouded in victory, her noble band. The Féinne of old, Fionn Mac Cumhaill, his strong hand!

The Gaels are but one nation, I was reading this article not too long ago and felt immesurably distressed at the real experiences of those people who were lucky enough to be taught the authentic language of my country. "Older generations of highlanders were lied to as children, told in school that their language was useless and bygone, a dead weight which would only hold them back in life... This imposed shame resulted ni many choosing not teach Gaidhlig to their children... For the Young Gaels of today, that history endures, its bitter legacy reinforced by prejudice and an ever present awareness of our precarious future." Our country must survive, you could immediately cast down the butchers apron and raise high the Saltire outside every Scottish village. But if we do not cast down the chain of the language im typing in right now along with the imposed culture which it brings. The Gaelic nation needs to awaken to its past glory and its past honour and cast out the foreign occupation which has been imposed upon her. As our Vretoned brothers put it, "The domesticated dogs will become wild again, the domesticated dogs, the domesticated dogs, wild again shall they be!" And even better, later on. "Crushed under the yoke of a high nation, full of contempt and pride, we have lived shyly and humbly, for centuries in great shame! Through our forests and our lands, the wind of the reaper ravaged... Because if the logn awaited day comes ni her glory, if all the people (Celts) awaken, then the domesticated dogs will become wild again!"

We need to embrace the wild sort of sterotype about Scots, at least. Not the Tartan fool but rather the tartan warrior. We have lived meekly and our nation has been totally defeated, domesticated as the Vretons put it. Truly, we never stood a chance- or so they would have us think. The battle to domesticate Scotland, Alba, one might say was hard fought. It was bloody, long and we won more than we lost. But we died during the clearences, after traitors sold out our country and English speaking collaborators gladly guided the English army up north the Gaelic culture was erased in all but name. Reduced to but a few islands and unlike our Celtic brothers we have not yet rose up and restored her yet. But when all the people awaken, then the domesticated dogs shall become wild again. I'm quite sure of it, but when? Now shall we be silent? For how long will our race remain subjugated? For how long shall we watch our nation bleed and her remains humiliated? When will we just stand up for once in centuries and throw back the enemy back over the border? When? When? When?

Ardvreck Castle, Loch Assynt

Scottish Highlands

[amateur-weatherman]

[laplaces-angel]

SCOTTISH MIKU BLAST🪻🦄🌬️☔

[amagnificentobsession]

♥️✨

[princepsfianna]

The big fella is dead, what a shock. Can't pretend I ever liked him, he fell hard after 2014. What a shame, what a shame. But the national movement continues and marches on. The movement first breathed life at Abroath by Bruce after Wallace fought, cut them down. The movement which was made romantic by charlie, made smart by Thomas Muir, given strength with Maclean and the red flame of revolution. Then brought home by Winnie Ewing, the first nationalist MP and then made real by Salmond and carried forward by Sturgeon and now took by lesser hands into an uncertain future of our race.

It's been a tumultuous hour for Scotland, truly.

[diemelusine]

Portrait of Mary Hamilton Bruce, Countess of Elgin (c. 1804) by François Gérard. Scottish National Gallery.

[palabarian]

Fuck you I'm taking your heraldic animals.

[barbucomedie]

The "Mary, Queen of Scots" Casket from Paris, France dated to the Late 15th Century on display at the National Museum of Scotland in Edinburgh, Scotland

This fine silver-gilt casket is believed to have belonged to Mary, Queen of Scots of the Stuart royal family but has the crest of the Duke's of Hamilton engraved upon it. Made in Paris, it is a rare example of French late medieval/early renaissance silver work. This one in particular is alleged to have hold the papers and letters of Mary. Papers that were used to implicate her in the murder of her second husband Lord Darnley as well as an illicit relationship with Lord Bothwell.

Photographs taken by myself 2024

[siryl]

Some years ago a lady brought to the Royal Scottish Museum in Edinburgh a trout covered with a fine coat of white fur. It was pleasingly mounted on a wooden shield and was labelled as follows:

FUR BEARING TROUT Very Rare Caught while trolling in Lake Superior off Gros Cap, Near Sault Ste. Marie, district of Algoma. It is believed that the great depth and the extreme penetrating coldness of the water in which these fish live has caused them to grow their dense coat of (usually) white fur. Mounted by ROSS C. JOBE, Taxidermist of Sault Ste. Marie, Ont.

Visiting the museum to find out more about her unique fish, the lady was told that it was undoubtedly a trout (either brown or brook) and that its fine white coat was undoubtedly from a rabbit, whereupon she immediately presented the fish to the museum. She had bought this fake in good faith which indicates that the idea of a fur-bearing trout did not seem outlandish to her.

―Stanley Peter Dance, Animal Fakes & Frauds, 1976

[princepsfianna]

more boring poetry writ because i have no friends

"Among the misty glen, amongst the foggy trees Won't you know it, you can hear the wheeze Of a race who build, live and who endure A country they built, who could never abjure!

A land they did love, home and hearth A ripe harvest is surely due for their earth! And below it all lies the bones of their kin Alas though! Scotland has fallen to the false grin!

And now it's our time to expel the fiendish band! We must and will go in defence of the folk and land We will go do our duty, the battle has begun! The battle has begun, we must make them run!

Because in this desert they to us do lease It's burnt and dead and yet they call it peace! There's nothing here but distress and misery Against these fiendish thieves, rich in silvery!

They ravage ahead, going forth an evil hand. Those dirty thieves from the southern land, The southron Saxon meance and his vile band! With pleasures all the merry as he steals the land!

He curses honour and morality Yet how glorious to end his immorality! Along his slithery, sneaky treachery! Cast him to hell, send him to his misery!

'Cause to him our Scotia has fallen! His grip upon the land is tight and foreign! But now the trees are shouting, the battle has begun! So go out and do your duty, go on fetch your gun!

For here comes the traitor in the spring! Limping north under orders of his King Yet now he's begun to preach his word, You are British! Slurs the vile herd!

And now the brave folk are in the gaols For the most devious of crooks without souls And our faith, our blood and our own way, All of that is in the fuss just swept away!

For Scotia has fallen to a fiendish band, So trust in your people and protect your land ANd strike a blow to he who keeps the chains So that our martyred dead had not fell in vain!

not a big fan of this one but im not a fan of any of my works

[realpeterabell]

Be a Scottish nationalist! (audio)

Nobody among Scotland’s political elite speaks for Scottish nationalism!

[lavenderlyncis]

Love how transphobes and anti-indpendence people are trying to make us seem like some evil nationalists that only want independence because we're xenophobic or something

As if England isn't one of the most nationalist, xenophobic and racist countries in the world. As if there isn't a lot of fucking xenophobia towards scottish people in England. As if England isn't literally trying to block a law to help trans people

Sorry we don't want you blocking our laws just because you are tories and terfs

[amateur-weatherman]

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