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       The Key to the Holy Scriptures‑‑ Chapter VIII‑‑ Our Race‑‑Its Origin and Its Destiny

The Knight of the Scarlet Thread...Eochaidh (E‑o‑kade) ...the Heremonn (Her‑mon).

The Renewal of History¼how the Empire was Rebuilt and Replanted



In 1892 a series of books were written by Charles A. L. Totten, 1st Lieut., 4th Artillery, U. S. A.. Professor of Military Science and Tactics. S. S. S. of Yale University.

Professor Totten made an intense study to try to unravel the “Saxon” riddle. The books he wrote in this study were published by “Our Race Publishing Company, New Haven, Conn.”

Dr. Swift had several of these old books which of course are no longer available; and in our visit with Mrs. Swift, this September of 1978, she gave me one of these old books and suggested that I prepare a summary of some of the interesting parts of this story “The Renewal of History,” series II, Number 5 of Totten’s works. This is the story of how an Empire was torn down and uprooted and how it was rebuilt and we are told in scripture...and history.


In this study the author proves that the reigns of the Kings of Israel and the Kings of Judah harmonize. And that what some chronologists failed to see was that some events were from the sacred calendar and some from the civil calendar. And that the writers of scripture knew exactly what they were telling you, even though some translators and chronologists did not understand.

The author also compares the Dynasties of Egypt to bring out that it was corruption of the office of Pharaoh that produced the ruler who knew not Joseph. Thus, brought terrible oppression to Israel in their last years in Egypt. Then he covers the genealogies of Pharez and Zarah, the twin sons of Judah, by Tamar, (Genesis 38:27‑30), to bring you to the conclusion with the story of Eochaidh¼ the Heremonn¼the Knight of the scarlet Thread.

The work of the author in his series of books was to trace the migrations of “our race,” from the time that they came out of Egypt, and the Middle‑East, in their Westward journey, then, in this book, conclude the central romance of what is all a romance of unique proportions.

Although Israel, struggling thru the wilderness of Northern Europe, would be without a king for many days, and all thru their weary pilgrimage...this being without a king was only from the de facto point of view, for their “de jure” King  was never wanting.

THE ZARAH PEOPLE, LATER CALLED THE MILESIANS, MIGRATED INTO THESE NORTH WESTERN REGIONS OF EUROPE IN THEIR QUEST OF AN EMPIRE FAR ENOUGH AWAY FROM THEIR ANCIENT ENEMIES THAT THEY WOULD NO LONGER BE PLAGUED BY THEM, and in anticipation of the triple junction prophesy of the "Three Overturns" in the scepter of power, or the right to sit upon the throne, and rule, which eventually came about. (Ezeliel 21:27 "I will overturn, overturn, overturn, it: and it shall be no more (overturned), until he come whose right it is; and I will give it him.")

Thus, to the East, the “House of Israel” is lost, as well as the House of Pharez, and the earliest of all, the “House of Zarah”. But in accompanying Yeremyah, on his journey, we find that the Throne of David, as well as the Stone of Destiny had reached its Western sanctuary long before the bulk of the tribes of Israel arrived there to find that Zarah’s royal line was in place to greet them. To find that the culmination of all this brings forth the story of “the renewal of Israel history in the West thru the marriage of our hero and the heroine from the East, Tea Tephi, who was from David’s line.”

This story is as the mosaic of the Bible piece by piece it fits into the whole picture of YAHWEH”S plans for this earth. The background must be laid, and then we can begin to see the picture as the main characters are put into place. Thus, in effect, “The Renewal of History” was what resulted from the transfer of the Throne Seat, and the "Bethel Stone"¼Lia the Isles.

In the Westward journey, the tribes of Israel received many changes of names, and this contributed to blindness on their to who they were and where they came from.  But they struggled on. And as they journeyed, they found some of their people had prepared the way. This was the purpose of the tribe of Dan as they took to their ships, as well as in their overland journeys. But they also found the people called Phoenicians in many places who were also a seafaring people.  But they were still of the same race¼the Adamic race.

In tracing the Zarah people, we find that they left Egypt before the Exodus, and started moving Westward although a small group first went to the East. They lingered in Spain, and then some moved up the coastline of Western Europe and formed colonies along the Western shore of Europe. The word Hebrew means "Colonizer", and we have been a Colonizing People in the earth.

Although the bulk of the people may have been the seafaring Phoenicians, or Danites, or others of this race of people, still many times their kings were of the tribe of Zarah, who were later to be called the Milesians. The name Milesian came from Milesius¼Guillam, or (William the Conqueror of Ireland at a later date). But the name came from this soldier of Spain whose name was Milesuis. Thus we find that the Kingship of the House of David would be already in the West long before the transfer of the scepter from the East to the West was accomplished by Yeremyah (Jeremiah).

To arrive at the setting of our story, the author tells us that Milesius married an Irish Princess by the name of Muiream. This Princess was the only daughter of the ruler of Ireland at that time. To this marriage was born a son, who was named Eochaidh, the Heremonn, or Heremon as he is generally known. Heremon was the 8th and last of the legitimate Princes of Spain. As the lad developed and grew his father determined in his 10th year, to send him to Ireland to complete his education. It was also decided that his mother, Muiream, was to accompany him, and oversee his education.

Muiream, his mother’s name, was the equivalent of Mary. She was not only a pure descendant of the Tuatha de Danaans, but was strangely impressed with a presentment that somehow, in her, the line in due time, would be extinct. Although she never lived to be the last surviving child and heir of Old Ard Ri Mac Greame (son of the sun). Nevertheless, in a somewhat vary subtle premonition of what the fates had yet in store, the constant tenure of her private converse with Eochaidh was the impending downfall of her house.

This came to pass. But not exactly as she had dreamed. And the sunset of this noble line of Danaan kings was very glorious¼but not without the promise of a more glorious beyond.

By Irish law the female line was fully recognized. And Muiream was destined to preserve it in a providential manner by her very marriage. It is merely to be noted here that Eochaidh the Heremonn, inherited the Danaan succession as well as the Milesian (Zarah) through his parents. There are other parallel cases to be found in England’s history as well.

Muiream was well equipped to superintend the schooling of anyone, particularly of her own son. Carefully educated in the storied greatness of her own people, and more than usually learned in all the Druid mysteries which could be shared by women, she had been most tenderly reared in her grandfather’s court amid surroundings which at an early age had fully developed her superiority and queenly parts. She was the embodiment of an age old regime. Older by far than its brief Irish past of 75 years by that time, and clung to it’s traditions with an open and determined constancy and affection.

Muiream possessed the power of persuasion, the subtle gift that comes of faith in what one teaches. And she lost no opportunity to mold her son, who in reality, was birth‑ marked a Danaan, and responded to her impress.

To Muiream, the Milesian (Zarah) union had been at first distasteful. Hence its original delay. But Milesius was a chivalrous soldier and actually won her love before gaining her hand. But the hand of destiny is still seen in some marriages that the first proposal meets with anything but quick response from all concerned.  Yet in the end find deeper reasons and a sound philosophy. As a matter of fact, the union had resulted in naught but good. And the Queen’s life had its full share of a woman’s joys, and it was not stripped of the far grander mission of which she acquitted herself supremely well.

To Muiream’s perception, in spite of the Danaan throne, the Milesian (Zarah) conquest of her native land was an accomplished fact.  For commerce had already won the issue. The land of Erin, Ireland, was itself entering upon its Golden Era. Its art, literature, as well as its culture had already made it famous throughout Europe. But it was its commerce that had developed it. And that island owed the Phoenicians, and latterly to their Western representatives, the Milesian Princes, the great “middle” men of ancient ocean trade...until fate made them principals by moving them to the West and destroying their Eastern market places.

It is true that there was a decisive battle in that generation. But we must view the Milesian light the Norman conquest of England, 1635 years later... rather than as a deluge which swept the land and continent away. Indeed, there is a noticeably striking similarity between these two invasions, in their motives, methods, and results. And reading down between the lines...they possess more philosophy than modern scribblers on the scrolls of history can dream. During the reign of Milesius, and the succeeding century, Spain was so completely drained of the wandering sons of Zarah who flocked to friendly coalition with the people of kindred interests, that they have hardly left a trace behind them on the continent.  While in the land of their adoption, they had evidently so melted into the general mass of the Irish with the Danites, so as to be indistinguishable the one from the other, and as between the Saxon and the Norman, there was soon no possibility of discrimination, and there is even less today.

But to return to Muiream’s love for her father’s people which was her ruling motive, and with all the qualities of a race whose women have even been famous, she devoted herself to the fulfillment of her mission, which Yahweh God, himself¼had pre‑arranged. Heremonn, or as with Danaan learning, she preferred to call him Eochaidh, was a youth of special promise.  And like his mother a genuine Danaan. However, he was also a son of Milesius, a Zarahite, and well acquainted with Milesian/Zarah history.

In the meantime, Muiream was particularly careful that her special charge should be instructed in the lore and history of her own people, and she brought to bear upon the task not only her own magnetic influence, but secured the assistance of the best of the Druid Elders. However, in the deeper religious mysteries, his half brother Amhergin, who had already been studying Druidism in the same schools, turned out to be far more proficient. Heber, another half brother, remained at home, and under his mother Scota’s constant tutelage, prepared to take the Kingdom when his father relinquished it. Thus, trouble would naturally come, but Destiny would, however, rule.

Muiream was also busy with designs which looked steadily toward the eventual consolidation of both realms into one. Although MacGreame, the ranking king of Ireland, had no children, save herself, he soon learned to love and admire his Milesian (Zarahite) grandson, and still viewed him as the possible heir of the Danaan throne. Yet this was far beyond in his thoughts, and they would have been unwelcome...aye¼and maybe even dangerous to all concerned. Thus, Muiream never broached the topic to her father.

Throughout this sojourn in the land of Destiny, she and Eochaidh dwelt at Cathair Crofin, and it was there the Royal Palace was erected. His going in and out among the Clans and his excellence in manly sports of all descriptions soon endeared him to the people. He was far better known as an athlete, and a leader in all feats of arms, than as a mere University student, and he gained the love and admiration of all with whom he came in contact. All this had a beneficial influence upon his fortunes...when in later days, an unfortunate occurrence brought about an open rupture resulting in the actual conquest of Ireland by the Milesians, and still later when the Clans took up the topic of supremacy, in a partisan spirit, between Heber and Heremonn.

But to return to this queenly teacher and her son¼as the time drew near when she began to anticipate their recall to Spain, she redoubled her efforts to instill Danaan learning in the young Prince¼nor even after the summons and return, were there wanting ample opportunities to pour over the legends of her people into his ears.  The summons came when he had reached his 18th year, and with reluctance, she obeyed the order to return to Spain.

In Irish history, the Eras (there were five in 497 years) belonged to different dynasties, all jealous of each other.  And to this day, no one had threaded their labyrinth.  But we must not forget that Yahweh was also in this matter, and was disposing of its several and completely dissevered historical chapters.

For purposes then future, and in methods hardly even yet perceptible, manifest, and clear, the same Providence was weaving in the East and West the more or less confusing groundwork of the "Romance of the Ages." But by no possibility could the actors of either of these widely separated groups of peoples...grasp  the true purpose of the whole. They, in fact, had lost the mutual meaning of the threads which tied their individual parts together, although their records show that they followed these threads towards each other until, eventually, their very fibers were entwined.

                                  Mother and Son

Time and again, reclining at his mother’s feet, had Eochaidh listened with enjoyment to her graphic way of scanning through the story of her native island. To Muiream, its tale was simply that of one of a continuing Danaan conquest and settlement. And in his earliest childhood, Eochaidh had caught from her the spirit of its romance. His broader education at the Irish Universities had never ruptured the thread which she ran backward through his heritage. A heritage that studying through his books, only continued, and served to string it together, more thickly with new beads, and fill the spaces here and there, which she in the enthusiasm of a grounded faith, had either hastened over, or else entirely neglected.

Her work was like to that of genius upon canvas which in but a few bold strokes, brings out the whole effect. But the impatience, and the quick, receptive mind of Eochaidh was easily persuaded, yielding, and flexible to her brush. Such is the power of woman as a mother, that it never did lose the master’s stroke.

Moreover, there was an ample amount of interest in this theme that Muiream had loved, and which she therefore chose most frequently in converse with her son. For we must not forget that there were earlier chapters in the story of these people. Chapters that stretched further back, still, into their remotest past¼and spanning at least another 1000 years, including the stories of the Tuatha de Danaan proper,¼The Fir Bolgs, The Fomorians, The Nemhedians, The Parthalonians, the Iberians, and earliest of all the Craunnogs. No wonder our historians have been long at sea in their search. They sailed without a compass pointing unto Israel as the Pole, or focal point of their search.

Muiream’s sole object was to establish the unity of the Irish race down to the eventual Milesian/Zarahite conquest (of which she foresaw), that would bring comparatively few newcomers to the Island. For as she firmly believed that Eochaidh would be its Ard Ri, or common thread, and she desired to impress upon him that the mass of his subjects would be his mother’s people. And that he would be truly King of the if he had been the son of the ranking king of Ireland MacGreame himself.  She was jealous of her people’s ancient prestige, and she wished her son to have good reason to be true to them, no matter what, that they in turn, might give him their support without reservation.

As wave after wave of what was left of flotsam, or the human goods, whose history and heritage had been lost in the shipwreck of time, and had been floating on the sea of one successive immigration after another...which history eventually washed up on the Irish shores...was passed in review before Muiream’s gaze, and her own analysis of what the sea gave up, bore ample evidence that all of it was but a part of one great ship of State whose sections, derelict upon the tide, had simply come in one by one instead of all at once. The wreckage all bore the marks of common origin, and therefore gave opportunity for a rude assortment when they reached the shore.

Beyond this Muiream gave the subject little thought. She viewed it only from its western aspect which gave her summary its greatest value. For as we've already noted, it shows that Yahweh, Himself, was intimately involved in the case, and was disposing matters that were not, altogether, too clear in the west...of what He had ever so quietly, begun in eastern lands.

We must not forget that we view Erin’s story through even later heaps of jetsam, or human goods which sank in the sea, and remained under a people that had become totally forgotten in history altogether, and more and more they  have been confused by those who have disturbed the Emerald Isle's history and heritage...ever since it became an object of Anglo‑Saxon contention and dispute. None of its strata have much order now, and long ago their main treasures were mined out. We do however believe that early Irish history as Muiream viewed it, was mostly true in a broad sense. So let's turn to those earlier days of Eochaidh, and sitting with him at the feet of Muiream, take from thence a somewhat hasty survey of the history of Erin, for it's only after that, that we may confidently move forward with our hero into other scenes.

                                  Muiream’s Story

Well, Eochaidh, thy mother must at once betray the weakness of her sex, and therefore will anticipate the end and fond conclusion of her story at its very start. I shall bring Danaan history with you, to whom it has come fully down, and in whom, I believe, it will literally culminate. You are my son, and I the Queen. If not the last, as certainly the youngest of all the Royal Danaans; hence also, you are peculiarly my people’s son. For as my uncles have no children and MacGreame's own line runs out in me, you are the only rightful heir of Erin’s ’Craun.

I am not concerned so much, my son, in your Milesian story, for you have come hither to the Western Bournes, guided by the same Destiny that pioneered your predecessors. And now the Fates have given them an equal promise in the future, for I see in the philosophy of facts, that history will soon repeat itself. It is for you to follow back the special line marked by that “Scarlet Thread” (Genesis 38:28).

Danaan history is without beginning. Who we were in the far off  ‘shadows of the rising son’, was never clear to me. Accounts are so confusing. Although they all conspire to point unto the gods themselves. A long time ago, our ancestors came into a land which they named Dania for their father ‘Dan’, who was our Posie‑Dan, or Father of the Sea. This land was at the very center of the earth, and therefore always overrun with enemies.

For there first, did men congregate, and there the struggle for supremacy began. There to, I think, that they had many brethren. But very early, they, that is our own peculiar ancestors, grew weary of pursuits on shore, which so engrossed the others. So they abandoned Dania one by one, for the more daring life upon the waves where they were born. Indeed, they mostly lived upon their ships thereafter, and wandered in them everywhere.  And perhaps this is the reason that we know so little of the true history of ancient Dania, for it soon became an almost Universal name. And so in time, the men whose sons and daughters continued to be born, as at first, upon the sea, in various places, and from generation to generation, there literally was no special Dania, or homeland for the Danaan left.

But some at last grew weary of having no fixed resting place, and hence it is that we, one branch of their descendants, have now once more become quite content and reconciled to life on land. Even so, we still love the sea on which this Island home floats safely even though we worship the gods beneath the groves. But enough now, of the primitive legends, for you know them all from your earliest childhood.

In spite of the many names by which the successive colonists who have settled here are known, there are really but two Royal races now in Ireland¼your own, and mine. That is, your father’s and my father’s. For, as you know, I am the only daughter of one whom I misgive will be the last Danaan King, and you, your father’s son, are a true Milesian (or Zarahite). Yet, unlike your brothers, you naturally so favor the characteristics of my own people, that to me you seem to me as one of them, and not a true Milesian. However, I will give you briefly the skeleton of Erin’s story, for you to clothe yourself with all the incidents of the  flesh that the education of your heritage and history may suggest, I will begin at its earliest colonists¼.

                                 The Craunnogs¼

This island had no aborigines when Danaan keels first grazed upon its shores. It was a heritage in keeping for them and quite desolate of all, but that of natures loveliness¼a spot of green, so peaceful that it lured to land even those whose preference had till then, been wedded to the waves. The legend says they drew near to it, at the termination of a dreadful storm which had nearly driven them over the very ocean’s furious limit in the West, when turning East, they sighted from afar, its emerald diadem of leaves. And that they landed here at once, and as a sign that they came to stay, we are told that they destroyed their ships using the masts, which saved them from the tempest, as the very piers of their earliest dwellings. These Craunnogs were really Danaan’s people. Of course, they were only the very rudest offshoots of a roving and adventurous people, none of whom had shaped themselves so as to conform to any sort of a fixed and positive love of the sea and freedom. They lived in lake and river their descendants do today, preferring water, after all, to land.

But this very colony had been actually seeking our far off insular abode, when the tempest overtook them. This may seem strange, my son, but from remote times, it had been believed by their own ancestors that somewhere in the strong north‑western angle of the earth, the seat of a final empire (land) should find a throne of permanence.

This colony had wished to be first to seize it. And had set out for this purpose when the storm fell on them. Thus, discovering this island under the most adverse circumstances that had brought them to it, they settled here, believing it to be the very one meant by the ancient ollams. For, Eochaidh, this same thought has been in the hearts of every set of colonists who ever landed here. Even your Milesian (Zarahite) ancestors have a similar tradition. However, our earliest colonists had it as part of their very life. And this, I believe to be true. They called themselves ‘CRAUNNOGS, or the CROWNED PEOPLE’ from this very nation that the true meaning of their name is ‘TREE TOPS’ and it comes from words common to all our dialects. Craun¼meaning a tree, and og¼meaning a tuft or termination. We use this same word for a crown as they did.

Muiream continues: ¼You know, my son. that even now no Danaan sailor ever trusts himself upon a ship whose mast head has a trimmed, that is “stripped” of its “craunnog” or its top‑most tufts of leaves. Our learned Druids tell us that we inherited this custom, not from these early colonists, but with them must have come from the common Eastern origin this idea. The Druids say it's the Universal sign of kinship among all the people who down to the present day, have sought the refuge of this island sanctuary, that is of all except the fierce Milesians who being the last, have conquered it at least commercially.

Tradition also points to it as one of the oldest emblems of Danaan destiny, the very symbol of a Universal Empire. But who? The fates are still reserving that for some future showing. It is also a sign of conquest and defeat. And I doubt now, Eochaidh, that some of the deeper mysteries of the Druids, whom I grieve to see you do not like very well, were, in their purer origin, significant of the branch of our Empire destined so they say, to be planted here in time. They say the mistletoe, which came with us from Dania, was wrested thence in token of this very promise, and I would that thou, my peerless son, might be the one to grasp the leafy scepter from the hands of Destiny.

But the centuries have waited, and may linger still. Yet, Eochaidh, the heraldry of that blazing Sun of Gold upon a blood red field, which you, the Royal son of the Scythian race, inherit, must be indicative of something. Would that it meant that Dania’s sun, which certainly set in the great MacGreame, has in his daughter’s child, a still more brilliant rising yet in store.

But a final word about these earliest colonists. The pulpits upon which the Druids stand when giving judgment, are to this day called “Craunnogs.” And they always have the mystic twig of mistletoe above them. Indeed, thy very throne will bear this ancient name, a fact which bids thee bear in constant mind that it is literally founded upon piles which drive their way through every human stratum in the land, down to this very oldest and rudest of them all, and all of this must prove to you that my argument is both just in its beginning, as well as full of moral import to a future king. Connaught, as you know, is the very land of of its earliest Royal Centres. And no one would deny to men, from whom we have our finest seamen, the plainest title to their ocean birthright. The very tufted “Craun” they leave above each dwelling is an emblem of their race.

Muiream goes on to describe the next coming of Danaan people, the Iberians, who were a richer and more cultivated class of the Danaan people. But still the same race of people, nonetheless. And they soon spread themselves over the Island, and were soon more or less absorbed with the Craunnogs into a general people of like pursuits and habits.

Muiream tells her son that other colonies are being established in the lowlands of Northern Europe, and then in a few centuries they too invaded Erin. These were the Fir Bolgs, or the Belgae. Then there also was the Fomorian Sea Kings, and these people were crossing and re‑crossing each others tracks so often, that it would require the closest care to avoid confusing them.

However, they were, all of them, sons of Dan, and some cases, his brethren. But they all live in their ships, and they speak a common language, united in legends of a common origin, and are all impelled by common destiny to seek this very land. The day is coming when these brethren of a mighty race will re‑cross each others tracks on the land just as the Danaans have already done upon the sea. But the land must be almost as ample as the sea itself. Therefore it will be harder to fill up and overflow, and neither can migrations there be rapid as then wafted by the winds.

                                 The Parthalonians

Muiream continues her story¼.We have now arrived at a period when we may dispense with mere legend and conjecture, no matter how well they may have been fortified by argument and collateral evidence and at last, appeal to record as our certain guide. For with the advent of the Parthalonians upon our shores we may fairly consider that the authentic history of Erin commences. It is true that this unfortunate colony left only their graves among us as their permanent records. But nevertheless, each of the succeeding waves of colonization was so intimately related to that of Parthalon, and so was legitimately its natural outcome, and so certainly recruited from similar sources, that through their unbroken records we may confidently work our way back to it as a positive starting point.

According to the genealogical table provided by the author in an earlier study, the Parthalonians were really the sons of Zarah. So were the Nemhedians, and indeed the leaders of the Fir Bolgs and Fomorians. Their seafaring traits and common legends and customs, so similar to those of Muiream’s own Danaan people that she might not have realized the difference. None the less, she was right in the broad sense, as all of these people were of the seafaring branches of the Abrahamic stock, and though the Craunnogs and Iberians were obviously, and undoubtedly of the tribe of Dan, the others equally with the direct generations of Milesians, and they have a straight descent from Zarah, or a generation back from Judah, himself.

There is no doubt however, that the bulk of their followers were descendants of Dan. They manned the ships, and owned all those that ruled the commerce of their days, at least they shared with the Phoenicians all the privileges of trading the Fairs of Tyre. These latter drew their wares from every harbor known to merchants. And Danish history has roots upon the coasts of India [Eastern Tarshish] as well as on the shores of Erin [or Ireland] which was the Tarshish of the West.

Returning now to Muiream’s account of the Parthalonians, she finished their history as follows. In the latter days of their successors, they were overtaken by the wrath of heaven as a dreadful pestilence swept over Erin. And by it, not only were the Iberian settlements in the north and south relentlessly decimated, but that of the Parthalonians was almost entirely swept away. They nearly all lie buried now in the Thaum Lacht of Ben Eider near by Lyffy, where the tomb of Parthalon, himself, may still be pointed out. For most of those who survived the pestilence fell victims to their own anarchy in the next thirty years which complete the 300th year of the Parthalonian Era.

A pause in Muiream’s story then occurs as her son who is now a part of the Danaan Navy, spent his vacation on the sea. At Eochaidh’s return, Muiream picks up the story of¼ The Neihmhedians¼the sons of Zarah

The story of the people whom we are now to consider Eochaidh, form such an important factor in Irish history, that I beg of you a particularly close attention to it. Although it is very brief, it is of great value for my purposes in that it enables us to continue the special Danaan thread now firmly grasped in the Parthalonian recital, through them, and their successors down to the present day. The people who are known as Nemhedians, in fact, form the Golden clasp in the chain of Danaan identity, and kinship which reaches backward to the Parthalonians, and forward to the Fomorians, the Fir Bolgs and the Tuatha de Danaans themselves.  Let us resume our story¼

Our chronicles explicitly inform us that Parthalon did not bring his entire family with him when he came. For he left an infant son named Adlah behind him in Javan. Thus, at the time the pestilence swept the Parthalonians away, there had descended from this son a lineal successor named Neimheigh. This man was not only of great wealth, but had many followers in Javan where he, himself, was a great warrior. So learning of the misfortunes that had overtaken his lineage, he resolved to proceed to Ealga in person, and secure the Western possessions that he had inherited. In the history of this time, there were wars between the different groups in Ireland. And they were all trying for supremacy and rulership  of that land.

The interesting thing about this time of Irish history is that at that same time that the Neimhedian rule ended in Ireland, it corresponded to the final year of the siege of the land of Samaria back in the Middle East, which took place at about 740 BC (2 Kings 17:4‑6). There can be no doubt that the sons of Dan and others of their brethren were busy in those days in escaping to the West.

The Fomorian period was a short one for Ireland’s history. It commenced with the fall of Samaria in the East and lasted seventeen years. The Fir‑Bolgians or Belgians, had settled on the Western shores of Europe where we find Belgium today. These were colonies established by the Danaan people, but into which came many of their brethren as they escaped from the East, rather than going into captivity to Assyria. With the coming of Israel brethren from the East, the people in the West were able to keep up with what was going on in the East as Israel was taken into captivity, or fled before the Assyrian conquerors.

Muiream’s story continues¼Eochaidh, MacErc, the son of Radnal, was the final King of the Fir‑Bolgian line. He had ruled Ireland for ten years, and that brought my own people on the scene. His wife was a Mileso‑Iberian princess named Tailte, the sister of your great grandfather Breogan, then the King of Spain, and the place of her interment still her name.  The Fir‑Bolgians ruled Ireland but thirty‑seven years.

(The author now pauses in Muiream’s account to demonstrate the accuracy of her account, for it is at variance with all the histories so far this time. Yet she is right, and they are wrong, and even worse. For they are also inconsistent. The cause of their error was perhaps a natural one, considering the remoteness from the events transpiring in Greece, and Palestine, during these very years, and their total ignorance of any straight connection between the Eastern and Western phases of a common history. The genealogy of the leaders of this time settled the question, as the five leaders of the Fir‑Bolgians were the sons of Dela, and they returned in person to avenge the death of their brother who had been slain at Tor Conaing only seventeen years before. Thus, at a word, there vanishes like a mirage from the horizon of Irish history, two hundred years or more...erroneously interpolated even by the best of her historians.  Genealogy and chronology must go hand in hand. These two important “lines of time” must agree within reasonable limits if history founded on them is to stand, and Ireland can honestly boast of quite sufficient antiquity without longer endorsing errors that only serve to bring discredit upon her otherwise unimpeachable annals. The errors were made because Erin’s accredited historians would not stand strictly by the “generations”, and thus, could not correctly base the years of each rule of these different Kings. Now¼let us return to Muiream’s recital as her people are in route to Erin.)

                             The Tuatha de Danaan

And now, my son, let us turn to the final chapter of our story. And now I can speak with the greatest degree of personal confidence and historical minuteness. For the Tuatha de Danaans are not only my own peculiar branch of this race of “Sea Kings”, its Royal and Patrician class, but they were its last arrivals here in Erin. Their story will bring the Danaan history of Ireland down to date. That is, down to the Milesian conquest. Moreover, I believe most firmly that the so called Tuatha de Danaans were the last section of our race who left the ancient dwelling place of Dan in the far East, a land which your father, himself, has visited in person, and found it to be almost entirely empty of inhabitants and history.

I would, alas, that we could penetrate those Eastern chapters of our story. But beyond our debarkation, and its immediate Eastern cause, our history there seems to be as utterly washed as are the countless wakes left by Danaan keels upon the trackless waters which lie between. As well, might we expect to see their phosphorescent glow renewed and fixed forever on the bosom of the deep, as now to hope to penetrate the gloom which covers up that Eastern History. It is true that our actual exodus from Dania was only 112 years ago. But we, the children of the sea, seem to have been divorced by Fate from any deep concern in Eastern matters, whole centuries before that final strand was cut. Our Western chapters however, are more easily deciphered. For our chronicles are very positive upon the more important facts, to which I now invite your close attention.

Muiream goes into detail to outline the genealogy of those coming from the East so as to keep in her son’s mind the fact of who he was.

Muiream’s story continues¼We, the Tuatha de Danaans left original Dania, only at the very last moment. And moreover, we left it empty behind us. For we came away as a body with no intention of ever returning there. As for our ancient harbors¼we burned them. Moreover, somewhere on our journey it is equally certain we fell in with the Irish Nemhedians, and eventually came here under their pilotage. Merely this and nothing more. Our records are equally positive that it was from Assyrian invasion, and oppression, that we fled from the east. And I doubt that not. For, Eochaidh, those were the very Assyrians whom your father found still warring around that Danaan land of desolation in the east.

And they are no doubt the natural descendants or at least successors of the ancient enemies of our race. It was just about 100 years ago before your father’s visit to Riffleoir that the Fir‑Bolgian exodus took place. My ancestors left the east in the next generation, although we probably left Dania for Javan soon after the Fir‑Bolgians.

However, here we are safe. And far beyond the utmost reach of eastern foes. Their chariots cannot ride the waves where we are indisputably the masters. And even should they ever reach the shores of Europe, all of its Danaan seaboard, united in such a holy cause, would rise as one and offer them a sacrifice to “Father Dan.”

It is thus clear that we originally inhabited the far off eastern Dania. And that we left it by way of Javan because of an impending invasion from Assyria. But we were the second ones to leave, for the Fir‑Bolge left it first. They were pioneered westward by the refugees who had but recently returned to the east from Erin, and knew the way back to these, the Western colonies of our race. And moreover, from our western chronicles, which are positive thereon, it now appears that fate has taken a hand in steering our ships, guided us out into the ocean, and temporarily directed our prows away from these favored islands of Atlantis, sent us rather to the Northern mainland colonies of Iberia, in the very wakes of the Belgae, or the Fir‑Bolgs who preceded us thither. But who had gone on to Ireland ere we arrived on Spain. By these latter kinsmen we also were well received and treated with great hospitality. They assigned us land for cultivation and also gave us four cities to inhibit.  the former we called Dan’s Mark, or Dan’s resting place (Denmark),  and the latter were named Falia, Goria, Fennia and Mura.

But the chronicles are equally explicit that true to its name, this land was merely one of rest, for we remained in Denmark only twenty‑one years.  And then the constant cry of our chief men who had grown weary of the mainland, was¼“To the islands, or our ships.” We had deferred to our Neimhedian pilots who had advised us to proceed to ports which were already well known as friendly to our countrymen, and thus we avoided warfare.

Hence, it was that we had not gone directly to Erin. I also think that the very fates conspired against our making your Milesian ports in Spain. We were destined, it is true, to meet your people, but in days yet then future.

While resting peacefully in the lands of Denmark, just vacated by the Fir‑Bolgs, we were not idle by any means, and became fully posted upon Erin’s affairs which was at that time under the joint occupancy of the Fomorians and Fir‑Bolgs.

Great errors have occurred in understanding these eras of Ireland’s occupation and reigns. You cannot add the sum total of each reign and occupation to arrive at the age of a land...if those reigns and occupations overlap one another. To misunderstand, or to ignore the fact, that these occupations, and reigns, overlap is, therefore, a grave error.

This is the habitual method of all who have not understood, or who have misconceived, the secret of Irish chronology, and it is so subversive of her true history that we fear it will endanger the hope of future ages unraveling the story, and thus splicing it on to that of our ancestors in the east, unless we rectify it now. The fact is that from Parthalon down to Milesius, is a period of but 497 years, instead of the 1200 to 1300. And nothing is to be gained by such wholesale misrepresentation. Indeed, much is to be lost for it keeps the matter in derision. For all true historians to recognize the to reveal, and honor a mighty moment in Irish history.

Thus, we find that the family of which Muiream was a part, left Denmark, spent seven years in Albion, and then they went on to Ireland. It was just 121 years after the Tuatha de Danaans, had left their ancient home of Dan in the east, that the Milesians (Zarahites) entered Ireland.

And now to prove this by her own genealogy: ¼ Eochaidh, her son by Milesuis the Zarahite, was the grandson of her father Mac Greame, who was the son of Carmada. The son of Eochaidh, the one for whom the Heremonn was named, and who came to Erin from Denmark with the Tuatha de Danaans, was the nephew of Breas.

                               The Return to Spain

Eochaidh, and his mother returned to Spain, and were welcomed by Milesuis, then 62 years of age, and already contemplating a division of his realm between his several sons. Eochaidh had not reached the legal age of twenty‑five, but he had given evidence of peculiar ability as a sailor ,and had won honor in that line. Thus, the command of the Milesian Navy was given to this young son of Muiream and Milesius.

In a successful season,  Heremonn’s fleet successfully punished the pirates so severely, that commerce was assured for a long spell of safety, and Milesius then granted the oft‑repeated request of the young Prince to visit Egypt, the famous scene of his father’s own early adventures. As a lad, the Prince had listened to his father’s stories of the East. And his later converse with his mother had only served to increase his desire to see these famous regions for himself. In correspondence with his father while away at school, he had frequently reverted to this wish, and the hope had been fostered by his now fully assured naval successes.

In pursuing the interests of Milesian commerce, Heremonn had but lately passed thru the Gates of Hercules and touched at several kindred colonies along the most western shores of that great inland sea, upon whose far off eastern coasts the legends of both branches of his ancestry related that his race sprung to power and renown.

Heremonn was still but eighteen. And Milesius assented that several years yet remained before it would be proper to give him a share in the sceptral affairs at home. The elderly King looked upon the matter as a feature of his son’s education. And was himself anxious to obtain direct news from the regions where he had personally spent many pleasant years. It was true that Necho, his Royal friend, was dead, as was his son. But Hophra, whom he had remembered as a youthful Prince, was on the throne of Egypt. And he knew his son would have a friendly welcome at that court.

Accordingly the young Prince hastily prepared for the voyage. A single ship was selected, one of the best in the Navy, a few trusted officers, and a well chosen crew were assembled. Plenty of means for several years of travel were provided by Milesius, and rich presents for the reigning Pharaoh.

To Muiream, however, the parting was an exciting one. However her feelings were somewhat foreboding. As the young man’s heart was set upon the trip, she stifled all her fears, and gave him her maternal blessing, and steeled herself to await the outcome, which after all, she viewed with subtle confidence despite an ill‑defined excitement.

So it came about that he proceeded to the very confines of Egypt. Visited its market places and ancient temples, and he admired all of its art and architectural wonders. But he spent less than a year at Pharaoh’s court. And as the state of affairs in the East was much less settled than he had anticipated, or was prepared for, he left the regions of Tanais toward the end of the year with the intention of touching at Crete and Cyprus. And thus, returning West by way of Getulia according to circumstances.

                                An Eventful Voyage

It was upon this return trip, that Eochaidh experienced a remarkable adventure, and whose mysterious import never ceased to influence his later fortunes, even though its most important link seemed to be fatally lacking for  many years. Driven out of their course by severe weather, his ship had gladly sought refuge in what appeared to be the ruins of an ancient harbor. It was that of Joppa, already dismantled and deserted, save by a few fishermen of the lowest order. But from its inhabitants, he had gleaned enough to suggest the strange fancy that perhaps it was here his ancestors had dwelt.

The storm‑stressed Milesians, or Danaan, if you will (for the crew had consisted of about equal parts of both peoples, and Heremonn was quite as much the Prince of each, not only in their own estimation, but his as well), had tarried there some time, and while his shipmates made such temporary repairs as would enable their craft to start again upon its homeward voyage, Eochaidh the Heremonn had heard of the luxurious city of Jerusalem, situated at some distance inland, and decided to visit it. Rumor added that it was even then being besieged by powerful Eastern enemies. This however, only served to increase his resolution to journey thither. Thus, in for an adventure, Eochaidh, together with two trusted tribesmen, now planned the short journey inland, for the double purpose of viewing the conflict, and relieving the ennui of their forced delay.

                         Captured by the Babylonians

Just as they were about to start for Jerusalem, a strong detachment of Babylonians swept into Joppa and seized the entire party, and were upon the point of destroying their galley. But upon second thought, and because of the evident value of the ship and the importance of its owners, the captors decided to report the matter to the Commander‑in‑Chief who was then at Ramah, only a few miles north of Jerusalem. Leaving therefore a strong guard in charge of the merchantmen, they returned with their prisoners to Mizpah, whence they had originally set out on learning of the shipwrecked strangers, intending to move forward to Ramah upon the following day.

At this critical juncture, they were befriended by circumstance. This was, no less than, the arrival of a party of Hebrew refugees at Mizpah. The latter were by no means prisoners, although they were also under special Babylonian escort. They were of evident rank and consisted principally of a queenly middle‑aged woman, named Hamutal, and the three young maidens who proved to be her grand daughters.

The elder was a pretty child named Scota, a familiar name. The middle one a maid of striking Hebrew type, while the younger was still a lovelier little girl of some three or four summers. They were attended by an Ethiopian eunuch of commanding presence, by a younger companion, apparently a scribe, whose attention to the elder girl was unmistakable, and finally by an austere man, clad in the garb of Hebrew Priesthood.

The latter seemed to be well known to the commander of the original detachment, who had indeed preceded them to Mizpah with the express purpose of provident for the safety of this particular Hebrew party. As soon as the Hebrew Priest learned of the captured prisoners he seemed deeply moved. And having diligently listened to all that the Babylonians could impart, he persuaded a delay until the Commander‑in‑Chief, himself should arrive, who was expected on the morrow.

The interview which forever after was vividly impressed upon Eochaidh’s mind was somewhat as follows: As soon as Jeremiah, Nebu'zarah'dan, and Eochaidh were left alone, the Hebrew thus addressed the Babylonian Captain,

“This stranger is the son of a great  Prince whose domain is near ‘the blessed Isles’ which lie far beyond the Ultima Thule. The kingdom is but small, and is underneath the setting sun. But know, Oh Nebuzaradan, that the destiny of Babylonia is mysteriously linked with the safety of these mariners, thus let them depart in peace. They will  return unto their own land, nor will even their posterity visit these shores again, until the Golden Age has changed to silver, that of silver to brass, and that of brass to iron, in the latter days of earthly empire.”

These words, uttered in Phoenician dialect that was easily comprehended by each of his listeners, produced a marked effect on both, and observing their attention, the Seer continued: “¼Thou hast, by order of the king, thy master, hitherto obeyed all the mandates of YAHWEH, and behold Jerusalem again has fallen. So too, all other things unroll, even as the sacred scrolls predict, and I am here according to agreement with the daughters of Zedekiah, whom the king, Nebuchadnezzar placed upon the throne of Judah. Let it be known to thee, O Babylonian, that the victory of the Chaldeans has been brought about not by chariots nor horsemen, but by the LORD of Hosts, before whom even thou has lately trembled in thy visions.”

At this, the Babylonian captain visibly startled, changed color, not angrily, however, though with evident concern. But appearing not to notice his increased attention, the Seer continued as follows:

“Nor yet, without indubitable premonition stands this stranger here today, who hitherto has bowed the knee to Baal only, amid the oaks and cromlechs [Stonehenge] of his native hills. Be it also known unto thee, Oh Nebuzaradan, that these shipwrecked strangers have been cast upon the shores of Joppa for a ‘sign’ and for a ‘witness’ unto thee, that all my words shall surely come to pass, as well as unto them when Erin’s time are also full.”

These remarks of the Prophet Jeremiah, particularly the allusion to his mother’s land (Erin) and the scenes of his youth, surprised Eochaidh beyond measure. But he held his peace and the Prophet continued as follows: Behold, I will establish this that thou mayest know that the words of YAHWEH are certain, and his counsels sure. Last night, O Captain, thou wert troubled in thine heart, and sleep went from thee, for a vision of deep import haunted thine eyelids. That dream was sent to thee from heaven¼ nor hast thou mentioned it, or told it to another.

Nevertheless, this is the riddle thou didst dream.

“Thou lookest and behold, a vine of low stature, and of unknown verdue, grew upon a mountain high and excellent, and as it spread abroad, behold, a single leaf expanded in the midst thereof, and sent its lobes, the one toward the East, another to the West, and a third toward the North. And yet a last towards the sunny south. And the growth thereof was terrible. And the shadow of the leaf spread over the face of the whole earth. And thou sawest until the strength of the mountain, whereon it flourished, entered into the leaf, and gold and silver, brass and iron, flowed from the bowels of the mountain into the veins thereof. And yet, its texture seemed to be of stone, for the mountain also poured its quartz into the leaf that grew.  And thou didst view the vine, and its growing leaf, one came and plucked a tender twig thereof, and gave it to a little child.  And lo, the whole earth rejoiced and all creation dwelt in peace beneath the shadow of the vine.”

This is the remarkable interpretation of this vision.

“Know you therefore, Oh Nebuzaradan, that this vision is certain, and its interpretation sure. As a sign thereof, I charge thee, cause this stranger to be searched.”

The Captain of the guard commanded that the prophet’s words be carried out, and as the young Prince was searched, lo, beneath the Caims of Eochaidh, was a chain of gold, clasped around his neck. And suspended to it hung a four leaved shamrock, curiously worked in inimitable filigree with gold and silver, brass and iron.  And it was set with quartz and glistened in the sun. This Talisman had been the parting gift of his mother, ere he had started upon the eventful voyage, and was greatly treasured for supposed Druidic virtues. She had charged him to wear it on his heart, and told him that it was an ancient heirloom of great age. And it certainly was a treasure of great value, and with all a work of art.

Now, at this time, the little daughter of the unfortunate King of Judah (Zedekiah), strayed into the group, and Nebuzaradan impressed with the strange fulfillment of his dream directed that the treasured circlet with its pendant gem be cast around her neck, for her name was Tephi, which in Hebrew signifies a young twig¼or a maiden. And she was also called by the pet name of Teah, which is a diminutive signifying ‘tender’. Teah Tephi¼the Tender Twig. (Ezekiel 17). As this was done, the Prophet spake again and said to Nebuzaradan the Captain,

“Behold, thou hast found favor with Nebuchadnezzar, and thy king will make thee Captain of his four‑fold host. And thou shalt lead his armies to the North, the South, to the West and to the East.  And thou shalt have great honor in thy latter days. As for now, speed these strangers on their way.”

The Captain of the armies gave the orders and the prisoners were released. And the orders were given also to speed the departure of the galley.

                            The Mysterious Interview

This night before the merchantmen of Tarshis were to start from Joppa, the young Prince was called into a place apart by the mysterious Seer and blessed. The Prophet took a horn of oil, and anointed him and said,

"Return no more to the East, nor pass the Pillars of Hercules again. Pause not in thy return voyage, obey the light thou hast, for the legends of thy people are well founded. Seek Empire in the West, for thou shalt be ruler in thy father’s stead. The four‑fold kingdom of the Sacred Isle shall be united upon the stem of thy posterity. Behold, YAHWEH blesses thee and thou shalt judge thy people. And in the days of thy greatness, thou shalt have a throne of stone¼a scepter, and a Princess fair to see. Thy seed shall dominate the earth, nor shall it fail in the day of trouble. The Zeal of the Almighty shall accomplish this. And for a ‘sign’ THE SERPENT SHALL DEPART FROM ERIN. Meanwhile, return thou unto Western Heshbon, and forget not amid the groves of Baal, that there is a Mighty ONE in Heaven, and that the cromlechs [Stonehenge] of thy people are too narrow for HIM who dwells in the Universe. Haste not this vision, nor be slow of Faith, for many days must pass before these things take place in any phase or form. And finally, regret not the gem that thou hast lost. It is the price of thy escape. But when thou findest one amidst the verdue of some Green Realm far away, recall these incidents and wield thy scepter wisely in thy day.”

Thus, spoke Jeremiah, the Seer, and on the morrow the galley preceeded the sun in its Westward journey.

The young Prince returned home and related his personal experiences only to his mother, who concealed the story. Her son was the youngest of several half‑brothers, and his elders had the Royal precedent. Muiream’s observations to her son as to the incidents referred to, brought the observation that the words of the Prophet were a corroboration of much that she had known in her own life. For of all the ancient promises of his mother’s people, they based their faith upon ONE that looks unto a woman as destined to preserve the Danaans from the serpent that bites the tribal horse’s heels. This was darkly symbolized upon the Royal Danaan Heraldry which came West with her family.

Muiream then goes on to tell her son: ¼Your birth was ominous of something strange and yet great. Enough that I had special reasons for belief in one born with an ‘arrow mark’ upon his heart. The day when thou shouldst have been passed above the sacred fire, the eldest of the Druids sought me, and forbade the act. He was a strange and silent man, who took no part in any of the outward rites we celebrate within the Cromlechs. But had remained a hermit in a place apart. I knew not that he was in Spain. In fact, I had not seen the ‘Brehun’ since Carmada died, save in a dream ere you were born. And when he came, my vision was fulfilled. He was the one who gave me the talisman which you so strangely lost on this eventful voyage to the East. And with it he bestowed this curious seal which you have never seen before. I give it to you now, son, but charge you never to part with it in life or death.

“The Queen now produced a ring of great antiquity, and gave it to her son saying, ‘It is the cognizance of Dan, himself, who was the founder of our ‘House of Dan’.  A Beryl, pure and precious, and not with what skill its heraldry is graved, a creature which is half man, half horse, is wielding in his hand an arrow‑snake. And whose quaint characters below spell out his name, as you can see. For in spite of centuries, I dare not think how many, that is the secret Ogham of the Druids. Dan [Pathfinder of fidelity and life for the Oxkind] was a ‘Brehen’ as his name implies, a Royal Monarch and Arch Druid, born to judge among his people always. So thou shalt do and after thee thy sons, until the final fire shall quench the waters whereon Dan abides. I say thy sons, for when the aged Druid gave to me this seal, he bade me know that¼‘In the strength of this child’s thighs, the stars predict an empire shall arise.’ Smile not, my son, that thou preferrest me, thy mother to a wife, for an omen, or a sign, such as I have known may tarry, but not fail. Marry no Milesian Princess, Eochaidh, for thy star is double and the color of its second light must complement thine own. I also say¼do not marry a Danaan. I know not what to say here on, save that thy counterpart will come.”

Later, Muiream continued her talk with her son. “Let me return therefore to these earlier Danaans, the Craunnogs”¼with whom my story of Ireland began.

“You recall the significance I place upon the twigs and leafy emblems we have all inherited equally with them, and to which we still attribute so much subtle meaning. The added weight that all this obtains...when considered in connection with your adventures is significant. Depend upon have met a Prophet of our race. And there is destiny waiting thee behind the Veil of Isis, whom I believe you said was one of the gods of Egypt. And certainly has sway in other lands. You have told me, my son, of how forcibly you were struck by the name of that wonderful Eastern city [Jerusalem, i.e. the Peacefully Founded] which you failed to reach, but how confident you were that the desolate land upon whose shores you found yourself was in some way related to our own Danaan forefathers. But this was not all. For what convinced you most of all, as to its being truly classic Danish ground, was the startlingly familiar name of that inaccessible interior city which among other lofty titles, all signifying the ‘Holy Mountain’ and which the fishermen thereabouts called Jhireon, Akron and Hierusalem.

“The people who gave the name Jheironakron to Erin’s most sacred promontory were these identical Iberians of whom we used to talk long years ago in Erin. Yet the name is pure Danaan and signifies to us, as it did to the Iberians ‘the Sacred Mountain’. No wonder you were struck by it, my son. And I can only beg of you to be convinced anew that these early Iberians were actually Danaans, and that their ancestors must have known of the earlier Jhieronakron (Hierusalem) so near the ancient city¼Yiffey in the land of Dan. The fact is, Eochaidh, the Iberos came Westward seeking the same scepter, and when accident thus, took you to their most ancient land, behold you found it empty. It had been depleted every time that emigrants had gone to Ireland and the West. I shall often wonder what has become of the city and inhabitants of ancient Jhieron or Akron which the Babylonians were besieging when you yourself fell into their hands, and were so wonderfully delivered. I think Erin is the inner sanctuary of this land of Tarshis, and I would that you were sure of ruling it in days to come.”

The subject was dropped between mother and son as the years rolled on. But Heremonn never disobeyed the Prophet’s injunction and confined his voyages to the coast North and South of Spain in the Atlantic.

In the 25th year of Heremonn’s life, sorrow came as his mother died and was taken for burial to Ireland. After the funeral, as the Prince returned to Spain, he found that the Empire was in great trouble and the sacred books when consulted, reminded them of the ancient predictions that Ireland would be the “Promised Land.”

First it was decided to send a representative from Spain to the Island to stop the insurrection there. It would have been better to have sent Heremonn as the people knew and loved him. But another was sent in his place and this created more bloodshed and unrest. As you remember there were other sons of Milesius, and now is the time for the sons of Scota the Queen to see if they can realize the aim of their mother. But also, remember, that all of this is in the hands of the Almighty. And the Prince of the Scarlet Thread, who is chosen, will be the one to reign in Ireland. At the culmination of trouble between the half brothers, when the feud was now between Heber and Heremonn the Danaan, the population arose as stand with Heremonn.

                                 Church and State

Heremonn’s father’s ancestors had left the land of Egypt before the Sinai law had been promulgated, or even before Moses had even begun to write 1st 5 books of the Bible. Therefore there was no knowledge of the Old Testament. Theirs was but primitive and patriarchal laws and traditions. And although all knowledge of its origin had for a long time been dissipated in their constant wanderings, still its simple purity was summed up in a belief in ONE GOD only...whom they named, YAH. Who was worshiped with but little ceremony in the deepest heart. The Scarlet Thread had led them to this land of Fate, whose very name they took to be indicative of Supreme favor (for arriving¼Ierin had phonetically meant Jar‑in or YAHWEH’s land. But some say Jurin or Judah’s land) had wrapped itself about the very roots of Eochaidh’s or Heremonn’s deep nature, and he had been drawn to seek in constant converse all that the wisest of the pure Milesians could impart thereon.

In his mother’s teaching, she had warned her son that there were people in Ireland who were not of his race. They had come on the ships of Dan and were located in the south of Ireland at that time. She had told him they were never to be trusted with any part in the government, or in the Druids, or any other religious ceremony. She had told him that if you ever let these people gain a foothold over you, that you would find yourself in great trouble. The young Prince of Scarlet Thread remembered these things and determined that when he was king of Ireland that things would have to change. He was prepared to renew the ancient struggle between YAH (JAH) and BAAL.

At this time in Ireland’s history, as Destiny was to move, we find that these strange people had infiltrated some of the Druids, and even some of Heremonn’s trusted warriors had other plans for Ireland, while the people simply idolized the Heremonn, and loved him quite as much for his own sake as for that of Muiream’s memory. Thus at last Heremonn is made King of Ireland unofficially, and then the preparations were made for representatives of Erin’s clans to gather at Cathair Crofinn to install him still more solemnly as the Ard Ri, or King of the island.

                                 The Ollam’s Ship

At this time¼Milesius was now dead, and many of the Milesian people had been coming into Ireland and other places to the North of Spain. As they left Spain and vanished toward the North, a strange ship which was none other than that carrying Jeremiah, made the port of Corunna. As soon as the Ollam [solitary and concealed from ancient times] learned the situation of affairs he determined to lose no time in leaving Brigantium, but at the same time resolved to avoid Ireland for the present, or at least until the issue should be settled as to the future King of Ireland.

Thus the ship of Jeremiah continued on to the North, to the Danish colony, the second stopping place of almost all who came West in search of the ‘Blessed Isles.’ Trouble with the ship made it necessary for the purchasing of a vessel and then limiting his crew to a select body of Fir‑ Bolgians, collect from crews lately discharged and anxious to return home, he made a prosperous transfer and arrived at the Belgian settlement before the year was out. Here Jeremiah and his party were kindly received. And here he remained with his party until the time of the trouble in Ireland was over. Here in this land Jeremiah buried Hamutal his own daughter, and here we find traces that Baruch was with this party, and that he stayed in this colony as Jeremiah went to Ireland.

                             Eochaidh’s Coronation

The events which we have followed had all hastened, in their own set time, toward the fulfillment of a mystery, and our Hero himself, through all this seemed as though unconscious of the underlying cause of his strange impression as the eventful day of Coronation drew near.

The clans had met according to the Irish custom, and had solemnly declared their recognition of his right to succession, and this was far more significant of future peace than any right that came of arms and conquest only. It was a long time ago when these scenes were laid¼of which Ireland’s legends are so full¼and which with colors blent with faith, and newer light, and bonded somewhat with pardonable imagination, we are now called upon to describe.

It was the day of Love and Chivalry, and warm colors may be freely used to fill in such a picture, since all the essential threads of the Romance have come down to us in the Irish Chronicles themselves. In its general aspect, Erin’s Isle had become renowned, and with the flight of years, the sons of Dan, and now Zarah¼in reality both kindred peoples¼secure at last in their Western Eden, and now once more united forever, had become mighty in their union, and the future promised well. These were the days of war to be sure, but such was the common phase of human life in those early ages. They were chivalrous at least, and the people were relatively better off than any upon the earth.

Such was the peaceful outlook now assured when Eochaidh the Heremonn, Prince of the Tuatha de Danaan by his mother’s side, and the direct descendant as well, of Fenesia Farsa, and thus Zarah, twin brother of Pharez, of the Royal House of Judah, was about to receive the national recognition as the “Crowned Horseman” of the four principalities of Ireland.

All of the clan representatives had gathered from near and far to witness the coronation ceremony. The occasion had been planned so as to follow closely upon the Tailtean games, and to add to his popularity, the Heremonn himself had entered into the tilts and tournaments, and successfully won the highest honors. In fact, successful as a warrior, skilled in the lore of his people already famous for their wisdom and culture, handsome and commanding in his presence, and beloved by all the Tuaths, no such Prince had ever yet succeeded to the powerful throne of the Proud Ealgan Isle.

But his chieftain’s heart was sad in spite of all these gay festivities. “It is not good for man to dwell alone”, nor was this Western Paradise yet wholly perfect. The young Heremonn was now some 36 years of age and still unmarried. He missed his mother now that the desire of his ambition seemed so close at hand, as she had shared his lifelong aspirations, and thus was sadly needed at this crowing moment of his strange career.

He was impatient with the flattery of the aged Druid, who drew near for a sign that the ceremony should begin. Today the young Prince would make his choice of maidens who would be his legal Queen and consort. He would make his choice as part of the ancient rite, and the Druids had summoned from far and wide the beauteous womanhood of Erin. For with Mystic significance the Prince would now stand beneath the sacred mistletoe and kiss his Queen in the presence of the people¼but still the Heremonn delayed¼no maiden yet had really won his heart, and least of all, did he so desire the haughty Milesian upon whom the priestly fast had with assiduous diplomacy endeavored to fix his hesitating choice.

Today the Druids were the sole masters of the situation, and when the shamrock crown was assumed... the Prince was required by law to seat a consort on the sacred war steed and lead her to the mistletoe.

At a signal the horse was now led forward, and with appropriate ritual was crowned with a single horn of gold. Resting upon his head was a tribal emblem of great antiquity¼“The Unicorn”¼and was significant of mystic strength on land and sea. Tradition related that the ancestors of the tribe of Dan had formerly borne the serpent only as their heraldic blazon, but that in a conflict with a mighty rival, mounted upon horseback, one of them had overthrown his opponent, slain him and then tamed the captured steed. Hence the blazon of the tribe was now a serpent biting at the horse’s heel.

Next: ¼the rich banner of the Proud Milesian line was given to the breeze. Its central device was a “Rod and serpent,” in commemoration of the adventures of adelas in Egypt, and as the emblem caught his eye, his mind reverted to his latent thoughts he vainly strove to formulate, but now they all materialized at once. The memory of his voyage to Egypt, and his strange adventure at Joppa awoke with all its intensity, and Muiream’s explanations, and their mutual hopes, all realized but¼one¼crowded his sight so vividly that they were all but real. One by one the incidents passed before his quickened memory and now the crisis of his Destiny was on him¼and the vision seemed about to fail¼for where was the Princess fair to see?

As Eochaidh unconsciously uttered this thought aloud the Unicorn, or crowned horse of Ireland chomped its bit, the assembled Tuaths raised their shrill cry of “Sluagh‑ Ghairms,” and the Prince at last was startled from his revery. He arose at once, and taking the impatient steed from its Druidic custodian, led him toward the multitude, resolved upon a¼coup demaitre¼as dangerous as it was now.

But STAY: ¼Strange news disturbs the gathering. The Druid themselves have a special cause of excitement, for the sacred serpents are manifesting as ominous uneasiness. SUDDENLY¼a band of shipwrecked mariners, clad in Eastern costume, had emerged from between the neighboring oak‑clad hills and are slowly approaching the gathered multitude. The halls of Cathair Crofinn are hushed with deep expectancy, as preceded by a venerable man¼the strangers advance toward Heremonn, while veiled amid her trusty little retinue, a single maiden pauses somewhat in the background. Two of the new comers bear between them by a stave thrust through its iron handles¼A RUDE BLOCK OF STONE¼and others in the group bear chests, and mystery withal comes with them. Instinctively the clans divide and form an avenue of approach and where the shouts just rent the air, hushed stillness, still more oppressive to the ear, marks the deep evidence of interest.

Irish History is about to begin, and the Universal History its Renewal, as Empire has reached the West!

At last, to that expectant audience, the elder stranger speaks.  They understand him readily, for he employs a dialect of their own tongue, and at his first utterance, Eochaidh, visibly affected lets go the sacred steed, and now standing calm, lowers his scepter to the earth.

The speaker now recounts the tale of his adventure. He shows them of his origin, and strangely too, of theirs, for woven into his recital, there are references to legend that are not unknown in Erin. He shows them his commission, announces he had come¼“To build and to plant” (Ezekiel 17:22‑24)¼a Universal Empire, and relates the legend of the LIA PHAIL, or “stone wonderful” which he has with him.

The bearers now draw near and deposit the sacred block¼Lughaidh¼Bethel, or House of God [Mighty One], before the Heremonn, and from its riven side a stream of water gushes, as it did at Horeb centuries before!

Sir Walter Scott has preserved for us the legend of its virtues in an ancient Gaelic ouplet, thus translated¼ UNLESS THE FATES ARE FAITHLESS AND PROPHETS VOICE BE VAIN, WHERE E’ER IS FOUND THIS SACRED STONE, THE WANDERERS’S RACE SHALL REIGN.

As Eochaidh, his self‑possession now fully recovered, and his heart absorbed in interest, draws near the mystic stone, he chanced to brush it with his seven‑colored kilt, and thereupon another prodigy took place, for at that instant¼as though from out the bowels of the block, a groan [Sign] was heard¼prolonged, and penetrating to the remotest edges of the vast assembly. The startled Heremonn fell aback, dismayed, and the hearts of the very Druids sank within them at the sound. But the venerable custodian reassured his witnesses, and explained to them, that, when the rightful heir of the “Stone Kingdom” touched this Sacred Palladium of Empire, it was often won’t to roar aloud its approval. So the clans themselves took up the shout, and rent the air again with acclamations for the new Ard‑Ri, or Head King, of the land.

Now it was noticed that the stream of water had ceased to gush from the LIA PHAIL, and the attention of the gathering was directed to four other members of the party, who drew near and placed a closely covered chest which was born also upon staves between them, before the speaker. As it touched the earth, another prodigy took place, and one more "Witness", more ominous than all the rest...for the sacred serpents of the Druids, with many hisses, gasped and died. Then suddenly, the very island seemed alive with snakes, that swarmed out of their coverts, and in terror sought the sea and hastened down there to drown themselves.

Far and wide over Erin did this prodigy take place, causing equal terror to all its inhabitants, and to the ominous dismay among the priestly caste, for the Druids knew that the end of Druidism had come. This prodigy became renowned in Irish History, and was recognized by Eochaidh as the fulfillment of the prediction made to him in Joppa years before. For it was the ARK OF ISRAEL that wrought this wonder, for no sooner had its bearers rested their mysterious burden upon the earth and the excited gathering been calmed, then the chief priest removed its drapery and disclosed in all its wealth of workmanship, the ¼SHEKINAH¼of the covenant.

The author has this to say about the Ark of the Covenant¼some think that this was merely an authorized copy of the ancient ark that Yeremyah brought with him to Erin, and that the real vessel is still concealed in Horeb. Jeremiah could have placed it during his long stay in Egypt. We take the mountain of concealment to be the Western “mountain of the height and greatness of Israel,” and opine that it was the Pisgah to which Moses in spirit  came, and Jesus in His turn, to see the future of the Kingdoms in their full millennial splendor yet ahead of us.

But be all this as it may, the Prophet Yeremyah brought West with him a potent similitude of Israel’s Ark and it gave evidence of his authority. Even as in captivity it had cursed the land of Philistia, in the days of Eli, so now in this, its constant sanctuary ever since, this wondrous chest brought blessing to its land of refuge. The era of this patriarch who brought it to Erin, is far older¼1000 years¼ than Saint Patrick, who in latter days simply assumed the honors of an elder legend.

With such a sign, in demonstration of his mission, the grey‑haired speaker continued his address¼he told them of Abraham’s Destiny, and wove it strangely into theirs¼of the true God’s oath to David¼and the promise unto Dan, their father;  and he spoke of Zarah, and the “Scarlet Thread,” of Gadelas and Moses, and of Egypt from whence all are called. He appealed unto the Heremonn for confidence, and persuaded all who heard him with impassioned eloquence, for inspiration was upon him, and persuasion led his hearers captive.

At a sign from the speaker the maiden and her escort now drew nearer, and stood in modesty before the Prince, upon whom the Ollam Fallah¼cast his piercing glance, and paused awhile, as if to read his innermost heart. Then he lifted the veil of Zedekiah’s lovely daughter, and lo¼upon her bosom hung his lost Talisman, for this was¼Tea Tephi¼“The Tender Twig”¼grown to gentle womanhood who stood before him!

She was indiscriminately known to Irish and Welsh legends as Tea Taffie, Tephi, the Eastern Princess¼Tea Tephi¼the King’s daughter. And it is simply willful blindness doubly stultified, not to see in this array of sharply focused and significant names, this the identity of Yeremyah’s missing ward. We find her Palace later known in Ireland as Teamor¼how like is that to Solomon’s city in the wilderness¼Tadmore, meaning “change.” Solomon also had a daughter, Taphath, from the same root as that of Tephi, ( I Kings 4: 11) and the name meant¼secret¼ hidden light¼the covered standard. Aye:  Publish this is Taphanhes!  and let it (now) be known in Noph, that David’s “covered standard” which took hidden flight from thence so long ago, has at last disclosed, and its secret is that the soil therein that “tender twig” took root downward and has born fruit upward, was on the Emerald Isle.

But back to Cathair Crofinn and its scenes of romance  ¼Fairer maid has never shone in loveliness so wonderful beneath the Irish sky, she was indeed “a King’s daughter,” a Princess fair to see. And what a consort for the chosen judge of Dan. How great, how beautiful a Queen for Eochaidh, the son of Zarah! His exclamation had indeed been answered.

The impatient steed neighed and whinnied at the long delay, and as in a prancing mood he pawed the earth, seemed to invite attention, while the gracefully curved neck he lowered his golden unicorn in homage to the Queen. The heart of Heremonn had burned within him as he listened to the eloquence and strange recitals of the venerable prophet, for it was indeed none other than Yeremyah laying a foundation stone¼in Israel. Coming thus solemnly to interrupt his very coronation, and supplementing with such fullness the predictions he had listened to at Joppa, the Heremonn was from the first convinced that Providence has now about to round his destiny.

The years that had transpired had wrought great changes in the youth, and YAHWEH had prepared his spirit by strange experiences for this crisis in his life. But now his heart was wholly won, as he gazed entranced at Tea Tephi, and then the King became a suppliant. Impulsively he left his place of state, and bent to kiss the hand of the fair and blushing Princess, whose own heart had from the very first accepted his. As the Royal Suitor knelt before his chosen bride, the Princes of the realm acclaimed again, the Sacred Stone renewed its weird approval, the Royal steed neighed at the clamor, and even some of the Druid Priests found their hearts reclaimed.

In a moment of enthusiasm the chief of ceremonies seized a branch of mistletoe from one of his attendants and held it o’er the twain, while Tephi, bending, loosed her golden chain and flung the Talisman once more about her lover’s neck. When Yeremyah blessed them, and called upon YAHWEH to water with his grace, the “twig” which he had “planted,” and David’s Monarchy rebuilt beyond  the reach of interference by their age old enemies.

Notable days were those in Ireland, when these incidents took place. There were Irish chronicles that are naturally rich in the tradition of this heroic period. They tell us of the wondrous beauty of Tea Tephi; of the building of Teamor; or the royal heraldric standard of the King¼the red lion rampant upon a golden field;  and the sacred breastplate by which all oaths were taken. They tell of the death of Tea Tephi; of her mysterious burial, and of endless other facts and incidents, that point us back unerringly to Palestine. The Island took a new name from the Sacred Stone of the Empire, and was then forth called INNIS PHAIL...the "Land of Destiny."

The Heremonn and Tea Tephi were crowned upon “The Stone of Destiny.” The chief city of the Tuaths changed its name from Cathair Crofinn to TARA, and through its famous halls the harp of David shed the soul of music, tuned to the sympathetic voice of David’s loveliest daughter.

A college of Ollams, or Prophets, was established by Yeremyah. He became the Prime Minister of the realm, and he still holds upon the dome of Dublin’s capital, the position as Chief of the Masters of Ireland. In Simon Brecus (Baruch) who figures prominently at a later period of Irish history, we find suggestive traces of Yeremyah’s trusted scribe, probably the husband of Scota¼Tea’s oldest sister, or at least of his posterity, for there are several of the names both before and after, as in the case of Scota, and many other common names. The land of the Scots... Scotland was, in fact, named after Princess Scota.

While unto this day according to the old proverb¼“There’s not a hut, the isle around, But where a Jerry may be found.”

In the midst of Ireland itself there is a tomb. A tomb that has been shown, and proven to be to be none other than that of Yeremyah, the Prophet, himself. In Lough Erne, the upper lake, is the small island of Davenish, and there, near its towering hollow pillar is the rock‑hewn sepulcher that has been known from time immemorial, beyond the knowledge of tradition to the contrary, as the tomb of Yeremyah...the great OLLAM FOLLA of Erin.

All of these traditions are older than the Christian era, and the idea of later collusion is preposterous. These facts solve the whole mystery of the Prophet’s disappearance, and although they are diametrically opposite to the written and accepted history of the world today, the time is not far distant when they will supplant it, for they have too many collaterals to be suppressed to much longer, and the vindication of Yeremyah’s own commission requires us to get the truth in order, and uphold the Bible, although all other books and learned commentaries have to stand aside.

Nor should it be forgotten that it is this controversy that YAHWEH, himself, has some concern about, since that, by his command, this prophet was¼“to build and to replant,” and did so there in the Western Isles of Innis Phaile...Ireland. All who deny it, in the face of testimony such as this, and adhere to the general idea that the mission failed and that Yeremyah was slain by the Jews, to say the least, have either read their Bibles blindly, or not at all. I prefer to believe the latter...Not at ALL!!!

The ancient Baalistic/Druidic worship in Ireland was soon succeeded by one based upon that of Moses, and in due time the Druids themselves became enthusiastic priests of truth. The Ark of the Covenant was concealed in Tara by the Ollams (Prophets) of Jeremiah. [In the book Tea Tephi, an auto biography, Tea Tephi claimed that the Ark was taken elsewhere, on a westward sea journey by Yeremyah.] They placed within it the title deeds of Palestine, and many other sacred treasures, which remain there yet, against their future day of glorious manifestation. Free‑Masonry had its renewed birth at this mysterious period, and was undoubtedly established by Yeremyah, “The Royal Arch Degree”¼as the guardian of the Ark’s secret resting place. It is presumed to be buried in the “Mergech”, or Tomb of Tephi, as the word Mergech is a pure Hebrew word meaning Repository. All the traditions maintain that it has remained absolutely  un‑violated down to this very day.

Free‑Masonry¼came from the Ancient Mystery Schools of Israel¼Masons or builders of OUR RACE. Many Great men of this race have been Masons and understood at least some of this mystery, for instance¼George Washington. However today, like most everything else¼

Satan’s children have infiltrated and destroyed much of Masonry until it is a mixed bag, mostly Baal, maybe a little in some places of YAHWEH, in the rituals, but surely adapted to the World Order.

Satan’s children are “devils” and “satans” who are walking around in shoe leather, and are none other than Jews...who are the slanderers and accusers of the brethren of your race, and they are opponents to Yahweh’s law. Lucifer was and is the arch‑enemy. Arch Enemy, or enemy  of the Ark of Yahweh. Masonry and Druidism are counterfeits to the genuine Melchi’Zedek priesthood, known in ancient Egypt. Good men have been deceived and seduced into becoming part of the ranks of Freemasonry. Abraham was familiar with the Code of Hammurabi.

Moses incorporated part of the Code of Hammurabi (teacher of Ham) into the legislation for the Israelites. Mosaic means: made of small pieces¼composed of diverse elements combined together as a whole. Yeremyah abolished Druidism in Ireland when he introduced them to the Covenant of Yah; only the rebels continue on with Druidism, whose rituals mimic Yah’s ordinances. [When has a  Mason or a Druid ever told you anything of substance about the Adamic race or the People of father Israel?]

The author [Totten] tells us that he has in his possession¼direct and personal correspondence with prominent personages in Ireland and England who have been interested in exploring the ruins of Tara, with the express purpose of discovering these ‘spolia opima.’ The ruins are private property, but permission has been obtained several times to examine them, but all efforts¼to explore¼have been a failure. There is a mystery connected with the matter, and at least at the times of the former attempts¼the ‘Set Time’ had not come. Thus the great Mergech at Tara Hill, the name of the tomb once thought to be Celtic, now since 1871 known to be Hebrew¼a repository, and it undoubtedly contains treasures of great importance to OUR RACE.

In later years (A.D. 1024 Cuan O' Cochlain, who was for a time the Regent of Ireland, wrote a poem, and this is a brief of some of the stanzas: “It gave great happiness to the women When Temor, the strong was erected and named.


The gentle Heremonn here maintained His lady, safe in an impregnable fortress She received from him all favors she desired, And all his promises to her he fulfilled.


Bregia of Teah was a delight some abode; On record, as a place of great renown, It contains the grave¼the great Mergech¼A sepulcher which has not been violated.


The length and breadth of the tomb of Tephi Accurately measured by the sages, Was sixty feet of exact measure, As Prophets and Druids have related.

Tephi’s death occurred about 10 years after her arrival and marriage. Eochaidh, whose reign is put down as 13 to 16 years survived her only long enough to complete the monument erected to her honor. He was 52 years old at his death. The only son of Eochaidh by Tea Tephi was Irial, the Prophet. This Prince was carefully educated at Mur Ollam, or School of Prophets founded by Yeremyah. At his father’s death he was only 16 years of age, so trouble started for Ireland as the sons of Heber once more took the throne.

Later the Heremonnian faction recovered the crown and Irial ascended the throne when he was 25 years of age. Heremonn after Heremonn was gathered to the dust, and their spirits returned to the great ARD RI the Great Yah of heaven, but the scepter of David held its unbroken sway on the earth, and Judah’s Royal Remnants prospered in the isles. Down thru the ages king succeeded king, and all were crowned at Tara  on the LIA PHAIL, but the site was too narrow, and its shadow spread abroad.

At last Fergus, the first king of Scotland (Scotia Minor) left Ireland¼(Scotia Major) and again transplanted the Red Lion Rampant, and the throne of David. Taking the “Stone of Destiny” with him, he was crowned upon it in unbroken successions all the kings of Caledonia took the crown.

Kenneth II removed the Stone to Scone, and there the Scepter still passed over it, from successor to successor.  Finally Edward I captured this Talismaic Stone and took it to Westminster Abbey, where it was placed¼beneath the Coronation Chair of Great Britain. The Stone had since been returned to Scotland, and later was ordered back to England...but there is speculation that it is merely a copy of the original which is supposedly still in Scotland.

The common people call it “Jacob’s Stone, Jacob's Pillow, or Lia Faile (meaning "Stone of Destiny"),” they believe it to be the token of an indestructible Empire, and that it is indeed the richest jewel in the British Realm.

Ezekiel 21:27 I will overturn, overturn, overturn, it (the scepter, or the right to rule) and it shall be no [more] (overturned), until he comes whose right it is to rule, and I will give it [to him]. In due time the royal line of David followed the stone into its new resting place.  When James I united the Empire, he brought the Red Lion of the tribe of Judah, with its golden field, from Scotland, and placed it opposite the Unicorn of Israel, uniting thus the British coat of Arms, and between them placed the motto of Benjamin ¼“God and my Right”¼for it is the heritage of Little Benjamin to dwell safely by the anointed of YAHWEH, even between Ephraim and Judah.

This is a theme well worthy of the pen of prophecy, and accordingly we find its thread closely woven into the lines of Sacred Writ. Those ancient Hebrews were beneath the finger of YAHWEH, statesmen of so broad an international and far‑reaching type, that we¼who live but a generation only, and waste our years amid trivial things cannot comprehend the magnitude of state‑craft so consummate.

“Behold!  I do a thing in your days,” utters one of them, “That ye will in no wise believe, though a man declare it unto you.” And it is even so;  for done it is, and though ‘tis done in stone’, men do not stand convinced.  And it is well done, by a sculptor who heweth without  hands, and whose handiwork is mountainous in constant growth. The vision of Nebuchadnezzar is fulfilling before our very eyes, and the dream of Nebuzaradan¼is A Fact. The four leaf clover casts its shadow upon every land, for North, South, East and West¼it is only under the Shadow of Saxon things alone¼that men have any hope.

I hope that you have enjoyed this book review of the Planting of the Empire in the West, and realize the Beginning of the Western Empire as the overthrows occurred and placed the great Pillar¼Jacob’s Stone¼ where it belonged, as the chief Jewel in the diadem of Britain. Today this Stone¼The house of Yahweh¼is the heart’s core of the Stone Kingdom growing into a mountain on a Saxon earth. Nor need we of this hither half of the Anglo Saxon brotherhood, find any cause to envy Ephraim (who are the British), for American (Manasseh’s) greatness is well assured, as pointedly put down in prophecy, as sharply chiseled as a fact of history, as Ephraim’s or that of England. America...the nation that was "Born in a Day". America’s mission is mapped out beyond the Shadow of the Scepter, and to set it forth here is foreign to the purpose of this book report¼but IT IS THERE.

But in the fullness of time, and by the romantic marriage of Eochaidh and Tea Tephi, we have seen how YAHWEH, our God, kept the integrity of His oath to David, and hastened to perform it, for in Genesis 49:10 it says "The sceptre shall not depart from Judah, nor a lawgiver from between his feet, until Shiloh come; and unto him shall the gathering of the people be.", and we see how the Scepter delayed its final entrance into the greater¼“City of Merchants”¼London, England until all the hosts of scattered Israel had come back into the fold.

                                ELLA ROSE MAST

[Notations within these ‘square’ brackets are not those of Mrs. Mast, or myself. However, I did edit the text, hopefully without losing any of the integrity of the story]

The program of the Kingdom of Yahweh God, is one of COMPLETE and  TOTAL VICTORY!!! HE WON'T HAVE IT ANY OTHER WAY!!!

We have started on a very long trek to understanding and knowledge. Hosea 4:6 says "My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge". "Knowledge" is power, and as Yahshua said in John 8:32 "And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free."

It's time to quit believing in Jewish Fables, and Fairy Tales, and study to show thyself approved, and prove all things.

The next topic in this series of studies is: "What became of Cain...and his descendants?"

May Yahweh Bless and Keep You and Yours,

I am, as always, in the Service of Yahweh our Yah‑Hoshua, who is Yahshua the Messiah, King of

Kings, Pastor Don Campbell, Covenant Church of Yahweh

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