~*The Pictish Path*~
The Painted Ones
We Picts have always been outcasts among the world, even in our own homeland we were forced to hide ourselves among normal folk. So much in fact that we hid ourselves from each other in an attempt to blend in. Our language, culture, our very way of life was lost. Most people have no idea that we ever even existed at all, and fewer still know that the island of Scottland once belonged to us. In fact, it wasn't renamed Scottland until somewere around the year 850 AD. We are recorded by historians as the Picts, the Pictish, wich means "the painted ones". But yet there probablly isn't a person on this earth that hasn't heard the stories of Fairies, Leprechans, Sprites, Elves, and such. In short, the "little people", all these legends come from one source, the lost race known only as the Picts.
Wizard, Warrior, Poets. This was the purpose, the pursuit, the very essence of what we were. We cared nothing for wealth or material things, we were one with nature and each other...................................
..................and we can be again.
I've had many names throughout the centuries, I've died and been reborn more times than I care to remember. I've loved and I have hated, I've failed and I have won, and I have killed and I have wept. There are many who would call me a liar, even more who would say I'm insane, and there are others who would label me Blasphemer.
I have many visions and goals for the future, but the one that would free my heart the most to share with you is not a story, not a dream, not even a myth, but a place. It only exists now in my mind, heart, and soul at the moment, but someday it will take hold upon this mortal plane.
It is a vision I think that many may already share in there hearts, even if they don't realize it.......................
New Pictland
It may start out only as a couple of acres in the middle of nowhere, but it will grow............
.........And the "little people" will return.
The New Pictland has started already. It lives in our hearts and our mind. It may be tomorrow, or it may be 10 years from now, but we will be able to share the New Pictland inside each of us with others. We WILL be heard, We WILL seen, We WILL NOT go quietly into the night again!!!
PICT
~NyWitch
