If The Ancient Druids Had Lived In Northern California
The Druids: figures of romance and mystery. Mention of them evokes
images of cloaked figures performing obscure rites in the oaken groves
of Gaul. The name Druid, at least according to some sources, means
"oak Priest" and the magnificent Oak was indeed the chief of the trees
revered by the ancient Celtic Priests. In ancient Gaul, the Oak was
indeed the most impressive of trees. Known for the strength of its
boughs, and its sheer beauty it was also the source of the sacred
mistletoe.
So what if the Druids had lived in California? Specifically, the
northern coast? I believe that our own Coast Redwood (Sequoia
Sempervirons) would have become the tree revered most by the Celtic
priesthood. The poor oak pales in comparison to these magnificent
trees, which grow to an average height of 311 feet. The redwood is
also the source of the mysterious burl, which give many of these trees
distinctive personalities. From a distance, the formation of burls can
make faces appear on the trees, evoking thoughts of the Ents, Tolkeins
race of trees.
Redwoods grow in two ways. The first is with seed, and their seeds are
among the smallest of any plant known, dozens of which can be found in
the redwoods own pine cones, which average around the size of a jelly
bean. The second way they grow is by shooting new trees from their
root systems, which spread out hundreds of feet around the typical
redwood, just a few feet deep in the ground. Typically, these
offshoots form "fairy rings" around their mother. As they grow, and
the mother tree dies off, the ring is all that is left. I can picture
the Druids using these natural rings as the centers for their rites.
The Redwood is illustrative of magickal practice too. Its taproot,
which extends into the earth from the center of the tree grounds it,
like the familiar grounding meditation many of us do before Circle, to
conect ourselves with the earth mother. The tree then shoots high into
the sky, higher than any other tree, also like the familiar centering
meditation which affirms our connection to the cosmos.
Water brethren may find the Redwood a friend too, since it gives off
ten times it's own weight in moisture every day. The Redwood also
needs a lot of water, which is why it thrives only from the Big Sur
area to a few miles into Oregon, and only within a thirty mile stretch
from the coast. They like all the rain and fog we get here. They are
true water-kin. Water was sacred to the Druid as well. Most of their
main groves had a spring or stream running near or through them, and
water dieties played an important role in much of Celtic mythology.
My own wand came from a Redwood, a rather famous one. The Dyerville
Giant was once listed in the Guiness Book of World Records as the
worlds tallest tree. When it stood, it rose some 375 feet into the
air. Alas, about ten years ago it toppled. Residents in nearby
Garberville thought an earthquake had hit, and the sound of the impact
was heard thirty miles away. I visited the fallen giant, located in a
grove off the famous "Avenue of The Giants" in 1994. It was in the
early morning, and I was guided to the top of the tree. There on the
ground, like it was placed there, was my wand, a twig from the top
branches of the giant. It is exactly the length of the inside of my
elbow to the tip of my middle finger. I remember feeling quite
enchanted during our visit, and, although at the time we were the only
humans around, I felt the eyes of other entities watching us. I know
there were fairies in that grove, and my walks in other Redwood groves
have confirmed for me the presence of fairy folk.
We who are modern Druids living here on California's north coast are
very blessed indeed. Surrounding us and within easy driving distance
is Redwood National Park, home of some of the most impressive and
ancient redwood groves in California. Any time one needs to recharge
one's spiritual batteries, an hour or so spent in the giant trees will
do the trick. And, if you stay very quiet, and still, and long enough,
one of them just might speak to you.
Sybok Pendderwydd /|\