CALL: Ireland / Irishness / Irish People / An Emergency of The Present & Future of Ireland

You know this Englishness, 

this side that was taken, 

the off balance and off set that has occured in dishonour of Irishness, Irish culture, ways, language, Irish and Hibernia English language..people.

It can't stand and you know it.

And here it won't.

Not by it's own people.

You're on the land calling yourself Irish, or your not.

The land of your ancestors lives are still entwined on the very ground here that is walked on.

(And this isn't against Englishness or England - We're Ireland and Irish. That's it. No one apologises for their own heritage here.

There are similarities. We are not the same. There are more similarities that other countries maybe even. The relationship is fraught because of the interactions.)

And the same goes for the states.

Ireland and America are very close.

But again this is Ireland.

If I was to treat anyone less hospitably on their own soil and think that entitlement would stand, it wouldn't.

It's the same as going into someone's house to cause a mess.

And the foreigners that are agendally here..

Very dangerous games are played right now and aren't accepted or welcome to.

Nature is alive.

People's spirits haven't gone anywhere.

Nature protects herself.

Because of this exceptional off-balance that has occured here...exceptionally off-balanced...in a neutral country of her making and standing, ways and beings..it is utterly dangerous at the most frightening scale. 

A threat to life.

A threat to Irish life and lives.

It will not stand.

You will not call yourself Irish and locate here.

Ireland and her respect and right to be, exist and assume herself as she is and aims to be, must stand in accord with who she really is...

There is no bought out version.

It must reflect the truth of man and God.

If there aren't any people left here for her, for all Irish people, her people first on their soil, as is their natural and God given right...I can't even think of a suitable word to match the feeling of travesty because I won't and can't imagine it.

The past behaviours have been monstrous.

Ignorant.

Greedy.

Self fish.

Displacing.

Unjust.

Not right.

And no gentlemans club, and foreigns one's,

or consequential cashing-in political agenda's,

is worth any Irish soul.

Even if that means simplifying excessive wants or greeds to return to your soul's name and creation. 

Her face, which is your's, which it should be.

If you reject her and live a lie, 

you won't have life's to live.

Her soil created you.

And you disrespect her, her soil, her people, and her offerings to you, to us all.

To have people displaced on their own soil is the most bizarre occurence of mankind and this country.

To not have them have a relationship with the land and nature, ESPECIALLY when she needs you, call's to you, feed's you, offer's you plenty and some.....again words fail deeply.

To not have people see HOW ALIVE she is, 

in more than material fruit, or offerings.

To not have a relationship with the motherland in favour of some political or fake agenda is beyond congintive dissonance.

It's Almighty tragedy, disgraceful and hughly toxic and dangerous.

It can reset things.

Things built, created.

Because creation isn't listening or connected.

Respected on their own soils.

The soil they are of.

I have seen this all my life.

The selling out for a quick greedy gain.

The unnecessary shame my own people have and seeking of validation and leadership elsewhere.

The unhealthy sexual practices 

because of a good and bad reputational perspectives.

"I can't look bad if I enjoy my primal instincts"

Madonna / Whore's.

Fuuuuuck that!

Alway's looking elsewhere for leadership.

Irish people?

For fuck sake.

With our backgrounds, history's, men and women.

Looking abroad or outside for fucking what?

It's alway's outside looking in difiance and ignorance and travesty, 

when each Irish person carries a whole bunch of history in each one's selve, and needs to contribute that for their and our countries sake.

Because how many leaders are here.

Cash makes people feel taken care of.

Cash makes people feel better.

Alone.

Singularly.

Sometime not earned and with catches.

Sense is ignored at nature's cost.

Nature is no fool.

Not for foolish behaviour's.

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When I was in the UAE, the same thing kept coming up a few times, that reminded me of Ireland in some jobs and I remembered Ireland's own self protection of herself, her job's and people.

All the staff in government offices and the likes, the important country representative offices, dealing with country matter's specifically, were FROM the region, supporting each other, 

were prayful, 

had rosary beads, 

and ALL were Emirati.

Men and women.

It was something to them.

Thst came up alot.

Not pride but they were protective and happy to be representating their country, rights, ways, and help it out.

A kind of pride but the good type.

A self preservation, and showing up and representing type.

Ireland used to be exactly like that!

Supportive of everyone.

We have a small tribe that GENERATIONALLY withstood an enormous lot, and it's not for anyone silly or foolish Irish person to dishonour, 

disconnect, 

sell, 

not appreciate, 

not look to for guidance and leadership,

noy ignore,

not celebrate, 

not own up to.and have a responsibility to..

owe it to them for you for that Irish future that means Irishness and progress and true.

The Emirati were about their own.

First and foremost!

They kept telling me I was a 'guest' in their country.

(I was but that wasn't the treatment I got because of you. When I 1st met them. Lovely. All of them. When you all influenced. They were guilt riden and different. The men who tried to help me in the airport were lovely, especially the one worried about my family, and then you all interfevened..again for agendas and sick games)

The amount of times I have seen foreigners here with no clue of Ireland, Irish people, our history, the luxury of the country they have been employed in and lucky to live on,

SWANNING around like the own it..

like they have natural rights to be on Irish soil..

soil of our ancestors...blood, sacrifice, famines, starvation's, history, deaths, martydom, cultural attacks and near anhilation..

 ..complaining about it, complaining about us and Irish people, moaning about it, not even bothered to pass initiatory fitting in rites or passages like some other's of old who came here...

..making money here. Settling here. Bettering their lives because of here and my ancestors, sending money back tot their country, NOT and many have NEVER invested in here, the corporations being welcomed here tax free and treating the place like scumbags, people included, when a tax break like is not no where near irrelevant.

And they do what.

Stalk and harass me as a women.

On my own soil.

My own life.

On my own island.

You all shoud get real and real fast with real reality.

The corporations and foreigners are at an all time high, priviledged to advancing their life's here.

And what about me and Irish people?

Your own?

Our freedom cost on the live's of people gone before us and my own?

What about your conduct to greedily want money at the cost of your entire life's, cultural heritage and respectability to call yourselves Irish and Irish men and women?

It is an honor to be what and who we are.

On our own land.

Steering each of our owns futures.

Is this is a united island or a factory of interference and interfered Irish people?

Do you not want to be Irish and free?

Or do you need you ego boosters?

If you don't have you own Irishness, who are you? 

Worst...

Whose are you?

Because if you are not her's, Ireland, 

then can she be your's?

The land has been speaking...

Many forms of the highest forms of love have been too.

And Ireland has always been and will always be God's.

And God is love.

That was a sign in Tipp Town.

The place where the 1st shot's were fired for the War of Independence.

A place surrounded by memorials and heritage signs of people's efforts in various causes...GAA, Hurling, Freedom...

Kickham said it, Charles Kickham..there was a pub there same name..

..something along the lines of 'God will save Ireland' and also, more terrifyingly:

"And if the people for whom Ireland was created don't get the island into their own hands.

If they do not, then if they do not then the Irish Nation will disappear."

Tell me you don't shake hearing that!?

Go to Tipp Town.

Small town.

Take the day wandering around.

It has held onto lot's in terms of remembering Irish causes, community causes, farming, sport, GAA, Rugby, developments, famine graveyard...workhouses.

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This is where it get's terrifying and scary:

There is so very little difference in the paterns of history that keep occuring:

War, famine, starvation, disease, repeat.

There is no difference in the workhouses, 

that appear in every town, for it's own starving or sick IRISH people, 

because of a greedy few profiters to fit into English causes, 

and the modern day social welfare system.

It's blatency was unignorable.

It's pattern repeated time and time again.

The rebranding occurring but the system remaining the same.

Poor, displaced, dying sick, Irish people.

Irish people.

My people.

Our people 

Your people.

A few rich, greedy, land grabbing sellers.

Not even Irish.

On Irish and my people's land.

The amount of fancy places I previously went to, with fancy decor, fancy lands, fancy parks, fancy dresses, fancy histories....how many were mine?

My heritage? My folk?

The other land grabber's selling Irish soil and land and commondeering it other for non-Irish causes.

Non- Irish people.

Looking at the old Workhouse's in Tipp Town, knowing what I was now seeing or the 1st real time properly, 

was like watching a horror movie when I first stomached it and realised what they were and what they represented and what had changed in these hundrerds of years?

Branding.

They are still there.

Standing in the dark,

from hundreds of years ago, 

situated on a hill,

like 2 horror houses staring down at you.

Indicating nothing changed.

Horror is the only word.

A system repeated, 

again and again and again and again.

From hundrerds of years ago.

To modern now.

Just re-branded.

Just people bought out and off.

How anyone cannot be horrified by that and that repeated pattern...it's make's my stomach so sick.

When I got a BnB, my window faced...the workhouses. It was haunting me. The shadow cast by their presence. 

Like 2 satan mills of darkness and dispair that my people died and had to try and take refuge in.

Because of an itchy foreign political system that never belonged here.

On their own soil and land.

In the backdrop of the workhouses -

the Galtee Mountain's.

The range.

The absolute SIZE of them!

The absolute GLORY of the life's led and the history developed and captured there.

Folklore. Our spirit land people.

Diarmaid & Grainne.

Giants.

The captured glory of roamings and adventure.

The insult of the 2 workhouses in a town under them towards it's own people.

The way is forward.

Learn from our past.

Our glorious past.

Our terrible past.

This is it's own teacher and leader.

People of this land are to be put 1st always and forever on their own land.

Ireland IS and HAS to developed, run and belonging to her own people.

All of us and them.

Every last one of us.

On her soil.

These are non-negotiable life saving facts, and some.

Country, life, culture, people, spirit, future's.

Assist your fellow Irish man and woman as your own because it never not was, and never is.

And lead and try.

But it has not to be and never can be others.

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Further to the things in Tipp Town, the hills are everything!!!

You have to wander on them and read the signs. Take a dog or kids.

Fire's were lit of them.

Still are when needed.

Cops & Robbers games of children.

Read the signs.

Cowboys & Indians.

Moat &, Baileys.

My umbrella was snapped up there by a gust of wind so fierce it almost blew me off with it.

Rogue wind..

Golf course.

Around the town, read the plaques, on walls, statues....they are everywhere.

The 'Muintir na Tire' house is there near the schools up from the modern council buildings. On a corner..gate is open.

The initial and first organisation house that was office headquarters.

It's not tourism and sole commemoration.

It's remembering.

In case anyone forgot.

Or never knew or was told.

Our cause of Ireland and our Irish cause.

Not violence.

Not wars.

Ireland.

People.

Ways. Culture. Life.

Come on now..get real.

Protect who and what we are!

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Link:

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The amount of stuff great, good and bad, that occurred for me in Tipp Town and the surrounding areas...

It's not to be overlooked or underestimated.

It is rich in so many subject matter areas.

Old and new.

All Irish developmental areas.

The attacks were high there.

Because, I was to see what I had to see.

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This isn't a post of war, or negative vibing.

It is for my own people's remembering, encouragement, exploration and support.

Have you been seeing Teddy Bears around and in what forms? States?

Take note.

Support your own people and causes and developments.

Ireland needs and is speaking and calling you.

Old Ireland and new is one.

Not new only and a looping one.

It is a warning, and no joke.

#symbolism

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Will only over rivers run free?:

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