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Life after Debt in mighty Monaghan.Monaghan
| Location: | Monaghan |
| Date posted: |
2011-05-26 17:24 | |
Just 3 Quick things before Monday:-
Life after Debt in mighty Monaghan.
1. Our good friend Kim has kindly organised a Bus …
Bus organised: Mon. 30th. May: Buncrana to Monaghan.
Via: Derry, Strabane, Omagh & some towns in between.
For info. and booking Contact: Kim on 086 398 1882
2. Details for those travelling by car etc.
• Date: Monday 30th. May
• Time: From 6.30pm to 9.30pm
• Venue: 8/9 The Diamond, Monaghan Town Centre.
• Cost: FREE (Donations graciously accepted & appreciated)
• Book Ahead: http://monaghan.eventbrite.com/
• Recording: Allowed and Facilitated.
• Parking: To Be Advised.
• Organiser: Kieran – 086 258 4548
3. Just a short Wolves Tale … to pass the time and pass around.
Back in the day, which wasn’t really that long ago, relatively speaking.
A time when Ireland still had ancient Oak forests, and Deer & Wolves
ran side by side. There were two men that lived peacefully in a small
village on edge of the Cork & Kerry mountains.
One of the men was a farmer, the other was a thatcher. As it happens,
incidental though it is, these two men happened to be tribal brothers …
Which meant that they had to look for one another’s welfare. As is still
the tradition and custom here in Ireland today.
One day the two men happened to be going on a relatively long journey
together. Which meant they would have to cross the famed Cork & Kerry
mountains. In the day, this would have been a relatively dangerous trip
to take on foot, especially alone, because of the close proximity of wolves.
The wolves on the mountain generally left the village people alone, but if
You crossed into or onto their territory, you were fair game. The villagers
knew this and so did the wolves. Right or wrong, both villagers and wolves
knew their place in the world, and all was well with this arrangement.
The men prepared for their journey. They packed sufficient food supplies,
and provisions for the 4 day round trip. In addition to this, the farmer took
with him a shield, the thatcher a spear. If they ran into any wolf or wolves,
they could defend and protect themselves adequately.
They set out on the journey after briefly saying goodbye to their loved ones.
The first day of the their journey was uneventful. The morning of the second
day, they sensed that they were being followed. They suspected, they were
being tracked by a lone wolf, as a pack would generally make their presence
known from a distance.
Both men, were naturally afraid. But the farmer began to compound his fear
and began to image all sorts of terrible things happening. He began to worry
about his family, and himself. Soon he started to remember all the tall tales &
stories he had heard when he was a child, about how fierce wolves were and
what they could and would do to you. It was obvious that the Farmer was very
anxious, so the Thatcher tried to console him and said to him, don’t worry, with
this spear, no Wolf will go near you, & with that Shield that you have, between
the two of us, no lone Wolf would stand a chance. He was of course correct.
But the Farmer was inconsolable, his own imagination had captivated him to the
point where no logical, reasonable or critical argument would quell his fear. They
carried on their journey. The Farmer fearful, the Thatcher confident in his brother.
They continued on their journey until they reached a valley. Unbeknown to the
two men, there had actually been a lone wolf following them. When the men got
to the valley, the wolf pounced on the Thatcher and knocked him to the ground.
The Wolf with his keen Wolf senses, had sensed the Farmers fear, and realised
that it was probably safer, to kill the Spear carrying Thatcher first as he posed
the biggest danger.
The Wolf wrestled with the Thatcher, trying to avoid getting stabbed, all the
while keeping an eye on the Farmer. The Farmer, gripped with fear, froze solid
to the ground. Rather than act in a natural fashion and just jump in and help his
friend, the Farmer rationalised, it was probably best to stand back and observe
what was happening.
Maybe the Wolf hadn’t spotted him? If he got involved with what was clearly
the Thatcher’s fight, he too might be damaged or possibly killed. It looked like the
Thatcher might be able to handle this on his own anyway. If the Thatcher beat the
Wolf, the Farmer would be vindicated, and if the Wolf killed the Thatcher, then the
Wolf would probably leave him alone. The Wolf, conscious now that the Farmer
had not jumped in to help his friend, increased his aggression, overcame the
Thatcher and killed him.
As the Wolf finally drew down on the Thatcher, the Thatcher looked across at the
Farmer and mouthed “why didn’t you help me?”. To which the Farmer replied by
looking away from the Thatcher in disgust, & slowly crept away from the scene &
on down the road to continue on the final leg of his journey. The Wolf devoured
the Thatcher’s flesh, and then pulled the remaining carcass away and buried it.
In his own mind, the Farmer was right, he was after all still alive. He felt vindicated
in is actions or should we say, in his inactions. The Wolf had clearly left him alone,
his defensive posture was clearly sufficient to ward off any potential threats, and
because he also had the shield, this also probably frightened the Wolf. Clearly the
shield was the best method of defence, more so than any spear.
The Farmer reached his destination, whereupon he was greeted by the villagers &
made to feel welcome. They were curious to know, if he had travelled alone, and if
so that he was a very brave man. The villagers knew that there was a ferocious Wolf
lurking beyond the village. That as a rule, the villagers never travelled alone, as the
Wolf was cunning and could kill any or most men travelling alone. Whereas they had
found that two men or women for that matter, if they stood side-by-side, generally
it was sufficient to ward off any potential threat.
The Farmer refrained from telling the villagers his story, or the truth of the events
that had transpired that day, again from fear, of what they might say or do to him.
He feared that they may not be as friendly to him, think he was a coward, or judge
him for not helping out his companion. The Farmer didn’t realise that the people of
this village held the same fears as he had, but that they had long since come to terms
with the danger that the Wolf posed. They were long past judging any man’s mistakes.
He didn’t realise, once again because of his unfounded fears, that the villagers would
have forgiven him, & would have accompanied him back to his own village in solidarity.
Because they knew that, if they ever wanted or needed to be accompanied, that this
man would probably have returned the favour. Not that, that’s why they would do it.
Nonetheless, the man set out the next day with his pride in tact & unaccompanied.
The Wolf seen the Farmer coming, the Wolf knew the score. The Wolf ate the man.
The End …
The moral of the story here is … “If you decide to Legally or Lawfully challenge a Bank,
or sack a Receiver, Accountant, Solicitor, Bar*ister or Judge; let loads of people know.
Seek the accompaniment, guidance and support, of those that have dealt with these Wolves
before and survived to tell the tale”.
Let’s make no bones about this fact …
“If you are alone and vulnerable the Wolves will EAT YOU for lunch!” |
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