Even as she screamed, her voice became thin, like a crying of wind; then she melted into a bright white mist that spired to the roof-beams, and shuddered away through the smoke hole…

The rigid cultural bulwark of Japanese society is reminiscent of Irish-Ireland; a vision of revitalised Irish culture keeping at bay the influence of alien ideals.

The future of the race is at stake. Our National integrity is being undermined. For fifteen years the Gaelic League has been building up National character. We now see it crumbling away before our eyes as we walk through the streets of Ireland's Capital

To lands where Faith's bright flag unfurled

By those who here have knelt

Shall give unto a newer world

The sceptre of the Celt.

For beyond any doubt on that day we shall rise again in the brightness of the sun, that is, in the glory of Christ Jesus our Redeemer, as children of the living God and co-heirs of Christ, made in his image; for we shall reign through him and for him and in him.

I am imperfect in many things, nevertheless I want my brethren and kinsfolk to know my nature so that they may be able to perceive my soul’s desire.

To contextualise the importance of such tales and their reflective of Old Ireland’s homely belief system, Professor Cashmond discussed the idea that folklore and other traditional customs are in essence a vernacular social contract created by a community, and deeply personalised to the local level.

“What has emerged in Ireland is an abased form Government and a debased society, incapable of producing great culture.”

“Article 41 of the Constitution was always a watered down version of what lay-Catholic organisations, the religious hierarchy and prominent intellectuals mentioned earlier were advocating for.”

'He Who is wrapped in purple robes,

With planets in His care,

Had pity on the least of things

Asleep upon a chair.

A few more years and a tradition where Seventeenth Century poets, Mediaeval storytellers, Fathers of the Church, even Neoplatonic philosophers have left their traces in the whole poems of fragmentary thoughts and isolated images will have vanished.

The family is the nucleus from which nations grow and sustain themselves. If Ireland is to survive, we must be committed to its protection.

Land and power was a zero-sum game back then, the fortunes of a lineage were fickle and tied to a fortunes of a single man. The winner took it all and the loser lost everything. These lineages are living historical records, testaments to ancient conquests, bloodshed, war, to victors and the vanquished.

Media technology gives us effectively infinite access to share and consume content, but this has not resulted in some cultural golden age, only a culture of permanent re-runs and sequels and throwbacks. So we can reproduce but cannot produce, imitate but not create, and this can only be a bad sign for the health of current Western culture.

God of heaven, bless our banner—nerve our sinews for the strife!

Fight we now for all that's holy—for our altars, land and life—

For red vengeance on the spoiler, whom the blazing temples trace

For the honor of our maidens and the glory of our race!

Despite the Western fetish for pouring scorn the concepts of authoritarianism, dictatorship, and totalitarianism, this concept aptly describes the system within which we live today.

In three days' time, Cuchulain with a moan

Stood up, and came to the long sands alone:

For four days warred he with the bitter tide;

And the waves flowed above him, and he died.

"I'll tell you how you'll find out whether it is a fairy changeling or not" says he "when you go home tell him that Gort na Pisha is ablaze".

For Ireland, it would be another nail in the concept of Nationhood. After expending the lifeblood of Irish nationalists on at least five separate conflicts in the last century, to allow Britain’s establishment to again rule the island, directly and indirectly as the case may be, would be a reversal the Irish Nation may not survive.

It has become typical of the liberal mind, however, to show disdain and disrespect to the Faith of their ancestors; a Faith many generations risked life and limb for. We come from a people that chose not to take the soup.