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    The Druid
    The Druid
    The Druid
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    The Druid

    By Antonio Almas

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    This book describes the romance between Amairgin and Aine. Comings and goings, various lives and reincarnations. It is a story full of magic and love, in which the protagonists interact through the use of powerful magic. Trips to other dimensions and visits to the underworld are part of this novel that seeks to show that love transcends the body and can transcerder also time and other dimensions.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBadPress
    Release dateJul 15, 2019
    ISBN9781547599790
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      The Druid - Antonio Almas

      At the top of the mountain, the peaks remained in eternal snow. The forest rushed down steep slopes, here and there dotted with clearings where the snow was a soft blanket that covered the ground.  The rounded granite rocks looked like balls scattered across the landscape in a tangle of trees. Farther down, there was the dense and damp forest that swallowed everything, leaving only a green hue of vegetation. The grove reached the north bank of the lake, and some of its specimens leaned dangerously over the still waters. A few meters from the banks, the house. With sloped roofs, it was the only human construction in many miles. Built in a small clearing, it had sturdy gray granite walls to the first floor, and then it was made of solid tree trunks of forest that followed until meeting the roof in a singular braided. The atmosphere was magical, the mist was a must-see visit when daylight came, and at night, the silence was broken only by the whisper of some owls.

      Ian was sitting on the small jetty that led down the lake. At the end of each afternoon, he enjoyed sitting there, watching the sunset over the treetops, listening to the surrounding nature.

      With his feet dipped in the water, he lay down, closed his eyes and felt the world spinning. He listened to the music of nature that always seems to touch a celestial tone that cradled him. He loosed as if he were floating in an atmosphere of Ether. The body, denser, stood on the jetty like a moored boat. The soul, light as the wind, set out on distant journeys, through distant lands, followed the ancestral directions, old ways of energy that he knew so well.

      The croaking of the frogs brought him back. He landed on the body as light as a bird, and emerged in his usual place.

      The stars have already dotted the sky as Ian returned through the walkway. The wood clicks gently with each step of his wet feet follow the way home. It is spring and the nights are still cold. Shivering, he goes up the steps that lead to the porch, opens the kitchen door, feels the warm comfort of home welcoming him with arms opened. This sensation holds him as a tender memory of childhood, when life was simpler, long before his dawn.

      The old mansion spans two floors of large rooms. There is a huge kitchen on the ground floor with wide windows that let him see the lake. There is a room with shutters facing the porch, where two huge sofas close at right angles, and the decoration reveals a classic style; a piano in the corner, and a small bar that accommodates some liquors. At the main entrance, opposite the lake, there is a vestibule with a hanger where some coats are suspended and two or three old walking sticks complements the decor. The noblest part of this floor is the huge library, with shelves that run through the walls to the ceiling. There are hardly any empty spaces. In the center of the library, two large tables of black mahogany serve as support, and they are filled with stacks of books surrounded by notes and loose papers. A large window studio allows plenty of light. This simple space has pictures and white screens leaning against the walls, a painting easel in the center, and a small table full of charcoal and watercolors, some paints and brushes. One bathroom.

      Upstairs, there are four bedrooms, all in the same classic style as the downstairs. The room of the lake, where Ian usually rests, has a balcony to the glass doorways where he can see the jetty.

      Before going to take a shower, Ian warms up the kettle with water to make an infusion of herbs that he usually reaps in the forest. In the generously proportioned bathroom, a Japanese-style round wooden bathtub occupies the center of space, and a huge mirror balances in a corner on a tripod. Ian lights some candles and the lying down Buddha incense burner, where several aromas line up. He opens the hot water and spills in the immense bathtub a bath oil made with plants from the woods based on natural essences.

      Research and alchemy, according to ancestral methods dating back to the time of their Celtic ancestors, have always accompanied Ian on his journey through the ages. In his library, he maintains copies of ancient books, investigates formulas, and studies, since ancient times, the old codices of Alchemy, Magic and Druidism. His laboratory, where he develops his knowledge, is in a secret compartment beneath the foundations of the old house. The forest outside is his source of natural resources, where he collects the herbs, minerals, and stones used in his rituals, in harmony with Mother Nature.

      The kettle whistle catches Ian's attention. It's time to soak the dried herbs in the boiling water. He hurries to the kitchen where he pours the freshly boiled water into an old teapot. Side by side on the countertop, a set of wooden boxes contain several dried herbs separated by names. Alongside, small silk bags serve to dip the mixture into the teapot. Ian chooses chamomile, lemon balm and cinnamon stick, closes the bag and dips it in hot water. He takes a mug out of the closet and wait a little for the infusion to pick up the scent of the herbs.

      In his walks through the woods, Ian observes nature. He pays attention to every detail that surrounds him, listens to the sounds, peers through the vegetation the fragrances of the plants he knows so well. On these walks, he always brings with him a cloth bag, where he puts leaves he meets along the way. He can walk for days without realizing the passing of time. The vegetation surrounds him completely, in body and spirit. The sounds are music, and the air is light and fresh. In these expeditions, Ian collects the knowledge of Mother Nature, and exercises body and mind.

      When he returns to the bathroom, he takes the freshly-made drink with him, that adds up the aromas of the tea to the perfumes that invade the atmosphere. Ian closes the water, gets his clothes off and lets the body enter slowly in hot water. Throughout the house, there are scattered books on shelves, on chairs, on tables, and this place is not different. Also here on the bench near the tub, where Ian lands the mug, there is a book that he opens to read. On the spine it is written The Secret of the Emerald Tablet.

      He opens the front page and utters a phrase he learned many years ago in his distant childhood:

      Verum sine mendacio, certum et verissimum: Quod est inferius est sicut quod est superius, et quod est superius est sicut quod est inferius, ad perpetual miracula rei unius.

      (This true without lying, certain & most true: That which is below is like that which is above & that which is above is like that which is below to do the miracles of One – only thing.)

      And he went on to another page. He never studied this book without reading the opening sentence. Although he knew it, always performed the same rite: opened the first page and read it.

      In Ian's laboratory, there are all sorts of ointments and primers, elaborated with ancestral formulas, secrets passed between druids and alchemists, which are kept in secret books. The material is drawn from nature, and Ian's wise hands elegantly follow the old writings. He also investigates, reads, experiments, and the results of his work are recognized by his peers around the world. From afar, people come to have his help, to be healed, to be listened by to him. Ian is a special being, a magical person, a pure soul who spreads positive energies for all those who visit him.

      The water begins to cool and he is forced to finish reading. He washes his body, comes out of the tub and dries himself. The book keeps on the bench so does the empty mug. He returns to the kitchen in a robe to eat a light meal

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