Ire Ethereal

Celt fighting German, Central Europe, 100BC, by Angus McBride.

"Boggart Brownie" by Ire, 2024 An angered brownie which has been turned into a boggart. This was at the same time a historically accurate depiction of a Goblin.

Just 5 days left to back my Kickstarter. The higher tiers are extremely good deals which you won't find any other time or place.

This time of year I'm offering a great deal on one of a kind pallette knife paintings of your subject. They'd be great gifts for an office or a desk, or just a nice accent to any home. These are priced very affordably so if you're looking to grab an original piece but don't think you can afford it your ship has come in!  Here are some examples that are already SOLD. I will be starting pricing at $50 for an 8 by 10 inch original painting. If you are interested, make a post under this one and we can get started.

Why did milk loving Celts build 4000 forts in the Iron Age? New documentary film explains the origin of these structures

"But your ancestors were christian! How can you betray them!" My ancestors were Europeans, imbued with an imperishable spirit that was passed down to them by their ancestors and that they passed down onto me, a reincarnating and reoccurring spirit that always seeks out its own and innermost true nature. Not even two millennia of oppressive christian force could fully stamp out the European desire to appease native spirits, to tell native stories and to take part in native customs. It could wipe out knowledge of the gods themselves, their specific names and attributes, sure, as it did for many Europeans, but it could not eliminate that reincarnating desire to remain true to oneself. We pagans do not share the belief that our ancestors died and then are relegated to some jewish afterlife for the rest of existence. No, we understand death as dissolution, some parts of our ancestors moved on to other forms of existence while others were reborn in their descendants. They are their descendants in a very literal sense, and I am my ancestors. My own reversion to my native ethnic faith is also my ancestor's reversion. The innate spiritual battle that took place within each of my christian ancestors, one that waged on even if they were only aware of it at varying degrees of awareness, has finally been won, for those ancestors have been reborn as myself, a man born in a time when the top-down enforcement of christianity has ended, allowing me, and all ancestors reborn as me, to finally return to what is natural for any child of Europe. I honour my ancestors who lived as christians, by allowing them to experience worship and veneration of Gaelic Gods, in the form of myself.

“There is no way to re-enchant our lives in a disenchanted culture except by becoming renegades from that culture and planting the seeds for a new one.” —Thomas Moore Image: Infinite Forests by Albert Bierstadt

To gaze upon, the path ahead; One will feel so small. But look unto, the past instead; One feels oh so tall. Progressive guise, has reaped demise; Of hope, and thus, our might. Asleep we live, within disguise; Our perfect shade of white. Text: @VinnieSullivan Painting: The Course of Empire: The Consummation of the Empire by Thomas Cole