Celtic Craft Naas - Tales Of Eire

  In this gripping video, we delve into the harrowing story of the Sallins Men—Osgur Breatnach, Nicky Kelly, Brian McNally, and Michael Plunkett—who faced brutal treatment at the hands of Corrupt Garda Síochána. Discover how confessions extracted under duress led to wrongful convictions, leaving a lasting impact on their lives. Witness the shocking details of their fight for justice, with Breatnach and McNally eventually being acquitted on appeal and Kelly receiving a presidential pardon along with substantial compensation. Join us as we uncover the themes of injustice and resilience in a system that failed to protect its citizens. If you find this story compelling, please like and share! #SallinsMen #JusticeDenied #WrongfulConviction #IrishHistory #GardaSíochána #CorruptGarda A Nation in Shock On the thirty-first of August nineteen seventy-six, Ireland was rocked by a daring daylight robbery.The target was a mail train departing Sallins station, its carriages laden with a ...

I’m the Killer of killers The sick and depraved The ones that take pleasure In corrupting the young The sick and the twisted That prey on the weak Your time is near up Your maker you’ll meet Death won’t come quickly The misery dished out back onto you Praying for you death your only release 

In a landmark ruling, a coroner has declared Belfast teenager Leo Norney “entirely innocent” after he was shot dead by British soldiers in 1975. This gripping video delves into the fresh inquest that uncovered the truth behind this tragic event, revealing the deliberate actions of soldier John Ross MacKay. We share moving statements from Leo's family, who have fought tirelessly for justice over nearly five decades. Discover how this case not only restores Leo's good name but also highlights the ongoing struggle against state cover-ups. The Unjustified Killing of Leo Norney  On a fateful September evening in nineteen seventy-five,seventeen-year-old Leo Norney's life was tragically cut short in the Turf Lodge area of West Belfast.Leo, an innocent teenager, was on his way to meet his girlfriend,unaware that his life was about to be brutally extinguished.He had just stepped out of a taxi when British soldier Lance Corporal John Ross MacKay,without provocation or justification,...

The Fire For Rebellion Glows Strongly In Irish Sons A glow of light Together we will live and we will die As one we will fight for what is right Sad days that are here and yet to come A living hell we go through but not them Brought on by those in power For us lumbered with the dregs of society  Wont going away unless we stand The pains of our fallen it was not for this They can't break the warriors of our land Dark days but I see a glow of light Irish sons need to stand as one and fight  A Shared History of Struggle We are the sons and daughters of Éire Our land remembers the stories of our ancestors.We carry their struggles in our hearts.Together, we rise, bound by the spirit of our forefathers. We have known hardship.We have faced famine and war.Yet, the spirit of the Irish people has never broken.We are a people forged in fire, our resolve tempered by the trials of time.Our enemies have tried to break us, to erase our culture and our language.But the Irish spirit cann...

  Annette's Dreams and the Shadow of Conflict Annette McGavigan, a bright and cheerful girl of fourteen, possessed a spirit that shone even amidst the turmoil engulfing Derry in nineteen seventy-one.Life in the North of Ireland was far from idyllic, the Troubles casting a long shadow over everyday life.Yet, Annette held onto her dreams. She dreamt of becoming a nurse, her compassionate nature yearning to care for others.Her laughter echoed through the close-knit community of Bogside, a testament to the resilience of hope in the face of adversity.She attended school, played with friends, and embodied the vibrancy of youth, oblivious to the cruel hand fate would soon deal.Annette's life, however, was tragically intertwined with the political unrest that gripped the North of Ireland.The Troubles, a period marked by sectarian violence and political instability, cast a pall over the region.The British Army's presence in Derry, a predominantly Catholic city, was a constant source...

Early Life and the Shadow of Conflict Bobby Sands was born in nineteen fifty-four. His family lived in a town called Dunmurry, near Belfast in Ireland. This was a time of growing tension between two groups- Catholics and Protestants. Bobby's family was Catholic. They faced threats and intimidation from some Protestants just because of their religion. To find peace, the Sands family moved twice. First to a village called Abbots Cross, then to Rathcoole. Sadly, even in these new places, they couldn't escape the shadow of this conflict. This experience deeply impacted young Bobby. He saw how unfair and cruel the world could be. Despite the troubles, Bobby found joy in football. He was a talented left-back for a local team called Stella Maris. Football was his escape, a place where he could be himself and forget about the troubles around him. But the reality of the conflict was never far away. As Bobby grew older, he understood more about the situation in Northern Ireland. This und...

  Harbinger of War The air crackles. A chill wind blows across the battlefield.Warriors grip their weapons, hearts pounding.Warriors grip their weapons, hearts pounding.She is the Celtic goddess of war and fate.Her presence hangs heavy, a promise of bloodshed and chaos.Morrigan is not a distant deity.She is a visceral presence on the battlefield.Her name alone evokes terror and awe.She is a force of nature, as unpredictable and unstoppable as a storm.She is worshipped and feared, revered and reviled.Morrigan is a complex figure in Celtic mythology.She is not simply a goddess of war, but of fate itself.She is a weaver of destiny, and her presence heralds momentous events.She is a reminder that life and death are intertwined, and that even the greatest heroes are subject to the whims of fate. Shapeshifter on the Battlefield Morrigan is a powerful shapeshifter.She can take on any form she chooses.One moment she might be a beautiful woman, the next a fearsome raven.She often appears as...

  Some Have A Story We Have History Choose Where You Stand again more invaders our country gone to shit still were divided by the Brits  fools wave our flag saying we should unite  with what oppressed us for centuries mockery of our martyrs you need to choose where you stand Irish patriots will never take their hand the hand that has beat and butchered for so long past not forgotten tyranny and oppression  they brought to our land  now choose where you stand     Ireland Is where Strange Tales Begin And Where Happy Dreams Are Possible.

Irish Rebellion Of 1803 Robert Emmet, a fiery young patriot, sought refuge in the tranquil village of Rathfarnham  as the embers of rebellion dimmed in Dublin. He hid at Butterfield Lane, finding solace in the company of Anne Devlin, a woman of unwavering loyalty who risked her life to shield him. But their sanctuary was shattered when Major Sirr's men stormed the cottage, their faces twisted with suspicion. Emmet was gone, having slipped away moments before, but Anne Devlin became the target of their fury.They dragged her away, her pleas for mercy swallowed by the cold stone walls of Dublin Castle.Brutal torture followed; the whip, the rack, the relentless questioning.Yet, Anne Devlin held firm, her silence a testament to her loyalty and Emmet's cause.Her courage under duress became a symbol of Irish defiance, a stark reminder of the human cost of freedom. Capture and Courage  Emmet, haunted by the news of Anne's ordeal, could have fled to safety, disappearing into the ano...

Beat the Irish down.  Government forces fight their own. No different than tans. Plantations like the Brits done. Break it before a vote. That's their game. Sycophants follow obedient ones. Give votes to the planted. The chance of unity is nearly gone. They cannot break us danu's sons. Unite just like the ancient Celtic done. The fight for Ireland will never be gone. Our patriots all gone. Dead not forgotten. The fire for rebellion  Glows strongly in Irish sons. Author: Patrick Conlan    

broke our land  country in shit call for unity  unite far from there mind laws are twisted paedophiles walk free more chance of prison for government media fine they have all the power fools blindly follow Irish sons and daughters  dying just pushed aside media propaganda  poor  undocumented ones designer clothes where's my money Ireland always welcoming enough is enough the worlds scum back to where your from nothings going to change unless we unite by any means necessary tiocfaidh ar la author: patrick conlan Media propaganda fuels the fire.The poor undocumented ones flaunting designer clothes. laughing where's my money? not even hiding the shit any more. no go areas popping up everywhere  state enforcers protecting them  when will all this stop?  when we make it. looks like the only way.

Genocidal Tyrant In Ireland The middle of the seventeenth century was a time of great upheaval in.England, Scotland, and Ireland were embroiled in a series of conflicts known as the Wars of the Three Kingdoms.Religious and political tensions, simmering for decades, finally erupted into open warfare.In England, the Parliamentarians clashed with the Royalists in a bloody civil war.The conflict soon spread to Ireland, further complicating an already volatile situation.In sixteen forty-nine, Oliver Cromwell, the staunchly Puritan leader of the Parliamentarian forces, turned his attention to Ireland.The country was in a state of rebellion following the Irish Rebellion of sixteen forty-one.This uprising, sparked by fears of anti-Catholic persecution, had resulted in the deaths of thousands of Protestant settlers.Cromwell, viewing the Irish as both rebels and religious heretics, embarked on a brutal campaign to reconquer the island.Cromwell's arrival in Ireland marked the beginning of a r...

  Alright, picture this.It's a dark and stormy night in Ireland.Wind howls through the trees.Rain lashes against your cottage window.Suddenly, you hear a knock.At the door stands a figure, more bone than man.This, my friends, is the Fear Gorta.A skeletal figure, gaunt and pale.Its clothes are rags, clinging to its bony frame.The Fear Gorta's eyes are hollow, reflecting a deep, unending hunger.This creature is the embodiment of famine.It wanders the countryside, eternally seeking sustenance, eternally seeking an end to its torment.But the Fear Gorta is not a mindless monster.No, there's a tragic sadness behind those hollow eyes. Origins of the Fear Gorta The Fear Gorta is more than just a spooky story.It's a figure deeply rooted in Irish history and psyche.The word Gorta itself means famine in Irish. This is no coincidence.The Fear Gorta is a direct personification of the Great Famine that ravaged Ireland in the eighteen forties.This devastating period brought unimaginab...

Unveiling Ireland's prehistoric mysteries is like opening a treasure chest filled with stories of resilience, ingenuity, and cultural richness.Let's take a stroll back to the Neolithic period, around 4000 BC, when Ireland's ancient peoples settled down, shifted from hunting to farming, and built small, stable communities.Fast forward to the Bronze Age, around 2500 BC.These folks were prolific builders, crafting thousands of megalithic tombs, stone circles, and hill-forts.Their unique jewellery, weaponry, and metallurgy give us a glimpse into their advanced skills and sophisticated society.The Neolithic, Bronze, and Iron Age peoples had fascinating belief systems.While much of it remains a mystery, we do know their monuments were often aligned with astrological events like summer and winter solstices.These alignments hint at their deep connection with the skies and seasons.Ireland's origins are shrouded in myth, but one captivating tale is from the Book of Invasions.Ente...