Posted by NBabe on October 05, 1999 at 07:52:48:
(some of the names in this story, besides Patrick are historical figures of his time. I admit they didn’t really do the acts attributed to them, but in some cases they may have done some unsavory things just as bad)
Saint Patrick’s Breastplate (St Patrick’s Liturgical prayer)
I arise today
Through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity,
Through belief in the threeness,
Through confession of the oneness
Of the Creator of Creation.
I Arise today
Through the strength of Christ’s birth with his baptism,
Through the strength of his crucifixion with his burial,
Through the strength of his resurrection with his ascension,
Through the strength of his descent for the judgement of doom.
I arise today
Through the strength of the love of the Cherubim,
In obedience of angels,
In the service of archangels,
In hope of resurrection to meet with reward,
In prayers of patriarchs,
In prediction of prophets,
In preaching of apostles,
In faith of confessors,
In innocence of holy virgins,
In deeds of righteous men.
I arise today
Through the strength of heaven:
Light of sun,
Radiance of moon,
Splendor of fire,
Speed of lightening,
Swiftness of wind,
Depth of sea,
Stability of earth
Firmness of rock.
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Picture yourself in Ireland in the 5th century, more precisely the first third around the 430 AD time period. Druids still abound and Christianity creating its bishoprics. Perhaps the one most well know to all but still little know is that of he who would eventually become called St Patrick in the then county Connacht capital of Medb. For those of you who may not know, Connacht is on the west side of Ireland its northern border be Ulster, which we now call Northern Ireland. Remember there were no large cities here like London, or Rome, or even Paris.
Few remember that due to the efforts of Patrick, the Irish slave trade was ended and that other forms of violence, such as murder and intertribal warfare decreased. He did create a number of monasteries and convents, but had slight effect on Irish sexual mores. He also had many difficulties with the Brits as Coroticus invaded the northern part of Ulster butchering many and seizing a lot of booty. He also made slaves of many of Patrick’s converts. The British Christians did not recognize the Irish Christians either as will come to a head with the advent of the Stuarts and Tudors in the future.
As one can easily see it was not an easy life for Patrick, he was at one time a pigkeeper and not a trained educated cleric. At some point near the age of 15, Patrick committed a great sin that would haunt him into his 40’s and beyond. This sin was committed around the year 400, the following year; he was kidnapped and escaped around the year 407. He was not ordained until around the year 430 and returned to Ireland about 432. The historical conjecture is what was the great sin that haunted him for so long.
Some said it was sexual, but I would doubt that, as sexual sins were not that high on the list of sins in Ireland of those days to cause Patrick to be haunted for years to come. Thievery also would not have been a highly listed sin in those days. Many modern historians think the only possible sin would have been murder. Most likely involving someone of rank. So what happened in that fatal year of 400? Perhaps it could have gone like this.
Tara and her sister Derdriu were two of the great druid witches that remained in Ireland at the beginning of the 5th century Anno Domini. They had come to the region of Connacht from Donegal and traveled as far as Averness. They were power mongers who wished nothing more than to thwart the rise of large kingdoms and the advent of Christianity so that they could hold power over the uneducated and superstitious masses. Tara had on her mind that if she could become the wife a powerful man, that she could control him with her magic and drugs. She had her eye particularly on one known as Coroticus. The problem being that he was married to a woman named Luhgnasa.
Tara was thwarted in that she must eliminate Luhgnasa in such a way that it would never be traced back to her. She knew there had to be a way but she could not think of what it was. One day, she was visiting a farm in the area and while purchasing some foodstuffs and herbs, her eyes fell upon a handsome young man who seemed to not be able to take his eyes from her shapely form. She smiled her sweetest smile and says, “What is your name young man? Mine is Tara.”
“A…a….a Patrick, milady”
“Patrick is it? Would ye be willing to do me a favor? I could use the help of a man such as yourself”
Patrick blushes, “I am but a lad of 15, but I would help ye however I can.”
“I would like you to carry my purchases to my home and do some chores for me. Do you live here?”
“No, milady, I live many leagues away I am out in the world seeking my place in it. I would be happy to help you.” She can not help but see the infatuation in the boy’s eyes. Soon they are walking toward her home as she makes sure to rub her arm against him by walking closely as they travel. She can tell from the increasing bulges in his pants that he is enthralled with her. After about a mile, she stops feigning an injury. As she turns she “trips” and falls against him squashing her ample breasts to his chest. He helps her sit on a log beside the road.
She leans over as her dress bodice opens allowing his a view of her cleavage and pulls up her hem rubbing her ankle. “Will you rub it for me?” She says with a sultry voice.
He sits and begins rubbing her ankle and then after being asked, on up her smooth calf. By now his shaft is hard and throbbing and causing him much embarrassment. Tara begins to hatch her plan in her mind. She feels this young man will be easy to turn to her service no matter what she wants. All she must do is feed the young lust he is feeling. After they arrive at her home, she puts the food and herbs away and sets Patrick chopping wood. She then goes and puts on an even more revealing dress and goes out where the boy is working.
“Why don’t you take your shirt off, surely you are warm on this wonderful day”
Patrick removes his shirt, and starts work again as she sits and watches him, her breasts trying to escape from her dress and barely being kept from doing so. After a half-hour, she gets a dipper full of water from the bucket at the well and begins to drink. She spills most getting the top part of her dress wet enough that it clings tightly to her breasts. The boy’s eyes are nearly jumping from his head as he looks at her. She smiles and walks to him reaching out and running her fingertips over his chest.
He starts to pull back but then closes his eyes as her nimble fingers explore his skin. His hand moves toward her ample breasts and then pulls back. Her free hand takes his and cups it over her left breast so her nipple is hard on his palm. She can see his shaft about to burst out. “Have you ever felt a woman before?”
“No milady, never”
“Call me Tara” as she smiles sweetly.
“Alright, Tara”
“Do you want me as much as I want you Patrick?”
“Oh yes, Tara”
She leads him up the stairs to her bedroom. There she has him watch as she strips slowly His eyes follow her breasts as they bounce and record every curve of her naked body as it is exposed. She stands in front of him and puts his hands on her breasts then pulls them down on her belly and sides and rubs one on her wet hot groin. Soon they are entwined on the bed as he fills her deeply and the particulars of her plan fill her brain.
For several months, Patrick sleeps in Tara’s bed, until such time as he is totally in love with this devil in disguise and is willing to do whatever she wishes in exchange for her love. It is at that time she makes her request of him. She tells him of the evil Luhgnasa and how she was influencing her husband to enslave and slaughter the helpless inhabitants of the Irish countryside. She tells him of how she thinks one as evil as Luhgnasa deserves to die for the greater good so that her husband can be saved from her spell and be the good man that he is capable of being.
She then sends Patrick to Donegal. She knows that Luhgnasa’s husband Coroticus is away and tells Patrick it would be a good time for someone to find Luhgnasa alone. Patrick arrives and delivers the herbs he was to deliver, not knowing they were for evil magic of Tara’s coven. He sees Luhgnasa leave the tower nearby and ride toward the coast. He decides to follow seeing that she is alone. He follows her to the top of a 200-foot cliff that overlooks the sea. She has gone to watch for her husband’s ship, which is due back. Patrick sees her standing on the cliff and in his desire to serve Tara, he sneaks out and pushes Luhgnasa over the cliff to her death on the rocks below.
Filled with pride he goes back to Tara to tell of his deed and how he has helped her to end slavery and the butchering of innocent people. Instead of the rewards he expects, he is knocked out and tied by some of Tara’s followers and placed on a boat and taken to the area of Normandy then overland until ending up outside of Rome. He is held there for a year before escaping and wandering for a while before studying to be a cleric after learning of Christianity. The thoughts of his deed will haunt him for years to come even after he returns.
Tara manages a meeting with the grieving Coroticus much as she had with Patrick. The results are much the same as the vulnerable warlord falls for her sweet demeanor and within a year they marry. Through her spells and magical herbs, she controls her husband and the lands and begins a reign of terror that will span over twenty years. During this time, murder, slavery, and even cannibalism become common place in the lands under her influence. She and her sister, Derdriu become the scourges of the land.
Twenty five years later
It is now 425. Coroticus has aged but Tara and Derdriu have not. They are kept forever young and vibrant by their black magic. Her husband now old and infirm, Tara is the absolute authority of the land. She now has an army at her disposal and has been the cause of the death of thousands. It is at this time that one of the first kings, Galiel who has been watching the happenings from his kingdom in Ulster realizes that Tara and her sister must be witches. He gathers a large army and marches on Donegal and the army of Tara. The armies fight a mighty battle on the planes near Donegal and Tara’s army is defeated and flees in disarray.
Tara, Derdriu, and their protégé Mala are pursued through the land until finally surrounded in a house near where Tara first seduced young Patrick. Surrounded, with no defenders, the three surrender. Tara hopes to seduce Galiel as she had done others, but it was not to be. Instead he held trials and sentenced them all to death. Each death was to teach others to abandon the dark arts and the sins of slavery. The three captive women are transported back to Ulster to Galiel’s castle there. They are locked in the dungeon for several months so that the thoughts of their impending deaths will play upon their minds.
Finally, the appointed day arrives. The three are taken from their cells and led into a dark dank room in the lowest reaches of the castle. They are shackled to iron rings attached to the cold stone walls. Several chairs have been set up for Galiel and his generals to sit and watch as the women receive their punishment. In the room are several pieces of equipment. A crude rack, a large tank full of water, a stone table with iron rings large enough to lay upon, and a crude version of what will be known in 10 or 11 centuries as “the iron maiden”.
Mala is to be executed first. She is carried to the tank and leaned over it at the waist. Her head is shoved under the water as she struggles against those who hold her as her lungs scream for air. Bubbles come from her nostrils and her flailing slows as her head is pulled out by the hair. She gasps and spits quantities of water from her mouth. She gasps for air and after about 5 minutes, her head is dunked again, held even longer. As free hands roam her body at will covering her arse and thighs and grasping her labia. Again her head is raised. She had nearly fallen into the sleep of drowning this time, but death will not have her that easily. Again, water flows from her mouth with vomit as her breasts are covered with the mixture.
This time, she is taken to a large wooden slab and tied to it with her legs parted and her arms pulled straight to the side with her chest muscles taunt holding her breasts firmly erect. The slab leans slightly against a wall about 20 feet from Galiel. The executioner then takes a crossbow and fires it sending a bolt into her left shoulder just above the breast. Her breasts jiggle as she screams. He reloads and fires a second into her right thigh as she screams again making her breasts bounce more. A third time and the other thigh is penetrated. A fourth bolt is loaded and this time the executioner takes more careful aim. His bolt is let fly.
The bolt strikes Mala just above the crest of the pubic bone and cuts through her vagina. Her hips squirm, as her vagina contracts with the penetration just like an orgasm. A fifth bolt is loaded and the executioner looks to Galiel. Galiel nods and the bolt hisses through the air. It hits squarely in the girl’s navel. Penetrating the soft skin and slicing through the viscera before severing her spinal cord. At first Mala looks down. She sees the shaft sticking from her belly and feels the warm blood flow down her belly. Her head rolls back in a sigh as her legs tremble. In reality, she is already dead; there could be no recovery from these wounds. She is left to squirm and wriggle on the wood slab.
Derdriu is taken next. She is tied on her back on the stone table with her head over one end her long hair hanging down. Her eyes are filled with fear as she waits. “We have heard of your sacrifices of young maidens’ Galiel speaks out. “You will die as they did” He then nods to the executioner. The executioner’s eyes gleam as it can be seen he is beginning to enjoy his work of the day. He takes a sharp dagger. He grabs her thigh and makes a slice across the top and up the inside of it. Then the other thigh. He grasps her breast tightly and with a quick cut the left nipple is sliced in half. He grabs the other breast and makes slices up the bottom and down the top of it.
Several small gashes are made in her belly and sides as she squirms and screams in pain. The red lines oozing small amounts of blood. He dips a bucket of water from the tank and pours salt into it mixing it into a brine. He then goes and pours it over Derdriu’s entire body from head to toe. She screams with the burning of her eyes and the salt in her wounds as her body strains against the restraints.
The executioner takes a large dagger and places the point just above the navel. Her skin depresses and stretches until it can no more. It then tears the sound filling her ears as she shrieks. The point goes down into her viscera and the man moves the blade with a sawing motion as he cuts down through her navel and lower abdomen about halfway into the dark tangled hair of her pubic patch. Her guts being severed many times as the blade moves and then pulled out as they and her uterus try to bulge through the slit in her belly. Her butt squirms on the bloody rock as she cries in pain.
Finally, it is Tara’s turn. She is placed on the rack and the crank is turned until her body is held taunt. Two men carry a piece of wood as they approach her. She looks on them in fearful apprehension. As they turn it over, she can see that five blades stick from the other side of the wood. The men position the wood over her and lower it. The points of the blades find her tender skin. One point is centered on each nipple, one where it will enter her pubic region, but is angled so it will exit at her clit and vaginal orifice. One is depressing her navel and the fifth is on the softness of her belly just under her sternum. A rock of about two pounds is laid on the wood to hold it and the blades in place.
The points sting her as she screams curses at the men. An another rock is added to the board and the points depress farther. Her skin is stretch and challenged to maintain its integrity. Another rock and she feels her nipples give and the blades sever them as blood can be seen trickling down the side of her breasts. She screams. Then another rock is added. The blades sink further into her breasts and the one in her upper belly breaks through the skin.
Another rock, the blades in her breasts slice by ribs into her lungs. The sides of her breasts and her sides become very bloody. The one in the upper belly sinks into liver and bile streams out with blood. The one in her navel sinks through her skin into her gut and the one at her lower abdomen sink in as blood plasters the pubic hair to her skin. Another rock is added. The board meets her tits and the blades are fully in her lungs as she vomits blood filled with air bubbles. The blade in her upper belly penetrates her stomach and pancreas. The one in her navel sinks in and scrapes her vertebra, and the one in her lower abdomen slices through her upper vagina and pushes out through her clit and her wet opening which now has her blood added to her woman’s juices.
Galiel stands and watches the three witches as they squirm and twitch in their impending deaths. He walks over to where Tara is tied. He looks in her contorted face and takes the dagger from the executioner and places the tip at the base of her through and lower jaw. He uses all his might to drive it up through her lower jaw and the back of her mouth and into her brain. Her body convulses as the blades in it rip her more. He then moves to the stone table where Derdriu is tied. She still squirms some with the hole in her belly widening. Galiel draws his sword and with a blur swings it. A dull thud is heard and when the others look down, they see Derdriu’s head lying on the floor looking with eyes wide open at her body on the table. Blood still squirting in spurts from her severed neck.
Galiel moves to Mala. She still feebly moves. He raises his bloody sword with both hands and thrusts it between Mala’s large breasts. It shatters her sternum and splits her heart in half as it even penetrates the wood behind her. At first he can not withdraw it, he has to put his knee against her lower abdomen for leverage to pull it back making a squishing sound as it pulls free.
Mala, Tara, and Derdriu’s bodies are taken from the castle that night and to the nearby forest. They are thrown together in a shallow grave and covered with about a foot of dirt. A sign is left on the spot to tell who is buried there and of their crimes so that all those who come across them will know of their evil.
Seven years later around 432, the now mature and ordained Patrick returns to Ireland and to greatness even he would never imagine. He will be haunted by a crime for most of his life but no one except he and his confessor will ever know what that crime was. Was it really the murder of an innocent woman? Like I said, no one knows, but it could have been now couldn’t it?????????
If anyone can say otherwise or come up with another tale of what happened in the early life of St Patrick let them so speak otherwise,or let the reader believe what they wish.