IRELAND: Courts, Cuchulainn, Modern Men & Ownership & Responsibility
I always liked the story of Cúchulainn for many reasons.
It had a resolute ending.
I think people like that.
When things are black & white.
Good or bad.
And rarely are things ever that straight forward.
Because life is a life.
Up, downs & twist & turns.
The way is the issue at hand, whatever that is for each person, or society, and start, try there.
Processing stuff requires levels.
Healing processes too but whatever about the name labelled on it the 'thing'.
Sometimes many of them.
All side's looked at.
All level's experienced or gone through.
It was sad to think the Hound in the story of Cuchulainn was killed.
But the Hound in all versions of the story always seemed like a beast, and Cúchulainn, the hero.
(Watch the video of the story at the end of this writing)
What I liked about Cúchulainn was his bravery, his ability to have a life test and overcome it, and his go getter attitude. His abilty to grow & adapt to an unexpected change.
What I like was his ability to use his imagination in the heat of the moment to help himself.
And then, when he found out that he saved his life, but killed a dog, a dog that was doing its protective duty, he owned up and took responsibility for it, and decided to leave his old name behind, Setanta, and become a better man and no longer boy, CúChulainn, a protector, a responsible person and someone who helps out and takes ownership.
You see young men nowadays, being lambasted in front of out of touch court systems, who being punished by someone earning a paycheck, not really connected like a community guide.
When you think of the morals of the time of Cuculainn and the Brehon Laws, of community and consequences, Cuculainn did right and took responsibility & ownership.
He took the place of the Hound, and he earned a new name and became a new person and the community remembered and welcomed him for that.
I have no idea what kind of Ireland other people grew up in, but I only grew up in this kind of community, jobspaces & Ireland.
The chance to make & do mistake's, and rectify them. Take ownership, responsibility &, guilt processing.
To become a trustworthy & responsible adult with the guidance of other one's before me.
Because trust & value's & chance's & responsibility were a real and needed & necessary thing, EVERYWHERE.
This has feck all to with rich or poor statuses.
This is sense.
Kids and young men are now being punished by systems that don't care.
And they start to not care.
And a famous black American writer, Maya Angelou, said something similar, when she was raped and lost her ability to speak for a while.
She told the truth and said the mans name, but the man got kicked to death for it so she thought she encouraged it, and went dumb and numb for 5 years. She learned what it meant and she said it was worst kind of thing to become cynical especially in young people because its means not caring.
Not to care.
There can be hope too though. Not caring can leave room for hope, but also room to doubt.
I'm thinking the tabloid's & some sport's men that lately have been lambasted on the newspapers for drama reporting and reputation damage.
What is the point of that kind of reporting except jealousy & hysteria.
There is hate in Ireland.
Why?
If you can fund anything, why bother funding that.
We all are aware of deliberste distraction's & misleading's, and none are important to anything.
Your ego will defend that it is.
The easy effort of fund gaining amongst other things, and maybe cynicism entered lives in a pressurized manner at some stage and many gave into it.
Moses was in the dessert for 40 years. Not even 40 months. 40 years. He didn't give up and you bet he wanted to.
When you read stories like Cuchulainn, you read a different way of Ireland.
An ownership & responsible one.
Him & society.
Love & cooperation.
Guilt is punishment enough.
Ownership is the way through & out & on.
The story of Maya Angelou.
Tragedy, rape, violence. But mute redemption. Healing, silence. Testing under hurtful scenarios. Understanding, ways through & out.
Neither Cuchulainn or Maya Angelou were perpetrator or over emotional or victims.
Over controllers.
But living & trying different things.
Let me tell you one last story of tragic consequences.
My ex brother law was a young man finding his way, years back. One night him and his friend went to a night club, and because they were so awkward and never went out, when they went out, their egos would go into overdrive, in defense.
They got into a fight.
They never went out. And they were very good looking and really not the worst young lads but stupid sometimes when they were young. Ego tough and defence ready even because they were in fights before, but not overly aggressive, but something was going to humble them thst night and they were going to learn about loss that night and not victory. Not quite defeat but a lesson. A horrible one.
Unfortunately, that night they other Fellas they got in the fight were more viscious than they were. They weren't expecting it. The turn.
My ex brother in law & his friend said something offensive to the other boys. They were probably no different to them to be honest.
Insecure, young, finding their feet, and triggered, so those boys set about to defend themselves too.
They returned back on the street with hurleys and they over-powered my ex-brother in laws friend and wouldn't stop beating him.
They wouldn't stop.
The beat him so badly, he lost his sight.
I remember being a mid-teen and the few weeks and months around that incident, my sisters reports.
The hope, the loss, the grief, the depression.
He used to report that he thought his sight was returning to him and it didn't and he would fall into a very vulnerable place, a depression and he was too good looking and too young for that low, low, low, level of existence.
A bit of nihilism.
A life wondering change kind of thinking.
And not he couldn't even see it.
But he felt it.
And then they all got lambasted into court, around a year later.
It went on for weeks, even months I think.
System results.
Disconnected from the 4 young humans who got into a ridiculous and silly fucking fight, and all 4 boys and all the people around them had the lessons and pieces to pick up and find direction in.
Punishment and moral lambasting over direction and guidance.
Wasn't the lesson hard enough.
For everyone.
The community and the people connected with him.
I remember those weeks like a dark cloud of unknowns.
It was really fucking horrible.
I was in school.
It was horrible & real & disconnecting & discinnected.
It was all systematic community wise.
But community wise it was also 4 young men's life's, consequences, guilt, trauma's, families, mistake's..so much wider than system's.
It was fucking horrible.
Nobody is objects. They were boys.
On a positive note, a rare one to pick out of it, a beautiful girl from my school who had one of the biggest hearts I remembered, toughish kind of girl but beautiful hearted girl, ended up becoming partnered with him.
He was lucky and it was lovely to see. Loads of hope for him and her.
They even have kids now, too.
She was from a large family too so use to responsibility and caring for people. And she loved him and I'm sure he was greatful if not very appreciative to have met her.
I'm just re-reading the story of Cuculainn and remembering him. Not with regret. Not with sadness even though the story is sad to a certain degree. But the community thing.
I'm thinking of the sports boys lately in the papers, & over the past few months, the young boy who got into a stupid and rare fight, Cuculainn, and the attack on boys and young men nowadays. Maya Angelou & her life.
The lessons and trials they have to survive through. Injured. Testosterone fueled and where to release it. Hurt and triggered and sometimes directionless in a Type A society who won't recognize B and C and are trying to squeeze them out and model the world in Type As reflection.
Punished.
The moral lambasting & life altering results. Isn't life altering enough for people.
Cuculainn got a chance to fix it.
The community encouraged and like it.
He got to take ownership.
Make up for it.
From his own conscience.
That is right.
The owner of the Hound got time to train in a new Hound and feel better as a result.
And Cuculainn grew up a bit more.
As a man.
As a faulty human making mistake's, trying, self-defending, causing disharmony.
The king in Cuculainn story was relieved Setanta was alive because he thought he was dead because of his dog.
I remember growing up in Irish communities like that.
People cared about you, your life.
Not just what you can do.
People.
The king allowed Cuculainn take responsibility and man up and encouraged his taking of his new name, new job position, to make amends for taking the life of his Hound.
A karmic paying & bonding.
He earned because he took. And he took and owned up for it and became a new man. A developing one.
A chance to redeem some part of the hounds job he took. Part's of himself.
Our old stories of old aren't fictional stories.
They are relelative to us, Irish way's, direction's, men & women..learning.
Yes it was a relief that Cuchulainn survived. But it was also the responsibility of the king who forgot that Setanta was arriving and let the dog loose on the grounds to do his job.
No one was to blame on nonsense immorality.
People already have a truthful conscience when it ring's and you listen to it.
It helps guide & heal you.
Direct you.
Morally.
Not systematically.
Right for right's sake.
Not because of anyone pressured or punished a person to.
These old tales aren't old myths or legends.
These are stories of direction and responsibility.
Our Irish sceals.
And men need direction and guidance and space to makes mistakes and learn. Especially nowadays.
In all honesty, what parenting is being done?
What leadership without punishment to look to?
What morally clean direction to take?
What / who to trust?
Many & today's system's are too diverse and out of touch with human's reality.
Business and social media and egos are out of touch and only in touch with a profit or image or controlling or how it looks.
And the reality is not based on any foundation at all.
A clear progressive one.
It separatism.
Divide.
Difference.
Not unity & proper morality & just.
Like where is our connection to our people when things get messed up.
King to Cuchulainn.
Cuchulainn to the hound.
A transformation of growth & doing right & processing had to begin. And that is how he went from Setanta to Chuculainn.
What is our role to play in guiding our people, whether family or small or big community.
People first.
Or are few so out of touch with their real selves or denied, that the pain of another is a not a reflection of the pain in you.
Do you do anything about it.
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I'll put a video & reads of Cuchulain here.
Reach out to those who may need healing & help doing it & getting right.
Be like the good king, in the story.
Be a leader.
If the situation require's it, for your loved one's.
Your people.
Your community.
Healing & getting right with a heavy conscience is heavy work.
It's heavy. A weight.
A soul heavy is a burdeonsome thing sometimes.
Help someone if it's right to.
If it require's it.
Don't leave it to business.
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YOUTUBE VIDEOS:
Or
https://youtu.be/vqyVElvBtE8?si=S1ztYJKODMGYdzjL
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READING / SCEAL:
Or
https://explore.blarney.com/the-legend-of-cu-chulainn/
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My own moral thinking with progress & encouragement to other's is, (and because I hate & think the world is currently oversatursted with good advice because little leadership there is available), is..
What good is having & being a victim of life & circumstances...we are guaranteed a death space anyway..don't die before that.
Don't give up before it.
Look at the characters above I mentioned, whether male or female, whether old warrior or writer, all are just human, trying, learning, being, making mistake's, trying ways to be better.
As the systems of the world try to exercise their agenda's into life, make sure your life is exercised back into them.
It is a human obligation.
To progress life & human life.
Find the way.
Even back to yours.
In fact, that is the best..
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