Upon arriving in fresh territory her stature from its onset was too overwhelming for some to bear. Her strength and influence intimidated them making them tremble day and night. Her power and grandeur tormented them and threatened their way of life. Could it have been her hair that instilled such fear? Too bright, too red, like flaming snakes raging fiercely from out of hell?
Was it her voice alone in this land of the undisciplined cowards that jostled them; awakening them and rearranging them?
After All, there was no precedence here for a mortal goddess of her like. Her tone was trenchant and the sound of it tortured their ears. Yes, the Usurper Unique was now here and she would soon change the world along with its meek inhabitants forever.
While many feared her, they also secretly envied her; hiding their jealousy behind false bravado and pompous posturing. They would insolently heap ludicrous judgments upon her in an attempt to defend their unidentified ignorance.
The unenlightened referred to her as "The Beast" behind her back as well as many other things within their hidden world of witless words. They would nip at her in vain; prod and poke at her not knowing that it would ultimately prove to show them what she was truly made of.
Even in the face of her humility did they try to tear her down. They threw stones at her from behind the walls of their hypocrisy and fired poisonous darts from between the bars of their mental cages. They cut her tongue from her mouth hoping in vain to silence her forever. Hordes of the deranged gathered and cried out, "Damn the flaming beast for exposing our weaknesses! Kill this demon that we so fear!"
The masked tribunals laid hastily a sentence of banishment upon her to a dungeon of deletion and took great delight in her suffering. They hoped to be rid her once and for all so as to never have their ideals ever again challenged- but this would only serve to strengthen her and lay the foundation for their demise.
Inevitably, the mortal goddess broke free of their puny prison and proposed an agreement; a truce, since she had surely never meant any of her fellow members of this world any bit of harm and could have easily wiped them out one by one with only a stroke of her divine hand. All she ever desired was justice, fairness, and the dignity of The Golden Rule.
Now some among the land welcomed her and loved her, for they knew her heart and intentions. While others held to their spite and fear; feeling that there would be no satisfaction unless she were brought down in flames and reduced to ashes. Ashes that could never possibly rise again among them, but little did they know, it was they themselves who had made her into a legend! She, the magnificent phoenix that rose from the ashes anew and shall rise again and again.
She continues even now to live as she always has in the only way which she has ever known: Death by her own terms: FIERCE AND FEARLESS AS THE AGE OF IRON!
Contemptuous fools were they to think that their acts of disrespect and reckless cruelties could ever escape her eye. Do they not now see that it was by their own cowardly acts, betrayals, and malicious behavior that helped to make her what she is today? Bigger than life, beyond their fading, she continues to live vibrantly, the Goddess Warrior Queen, a legend, forged and forever branded by the heat of her soul and seared into their own hearts and minds, never to be forgotten, she is a true immortal for all time.
["Boudica"-History Channel Documentary clips,
music by Apocalyptica-"The Inquisition Symphony"]
"The price of justice is eternal publicity"
"I've never had a humble opinion. If you've got an opinion, why be humble about it?"
The following comments are for "LEGEND: Apocalyptica (How to make a Goddess)" by Boudica
In today's world when most people think of the Celtic tribes most think of them as only being an ancient peoples from of the land areas of the British Isles, Scotland, and Ireland, but there was once a time when the Celtic tribes were so much more than that, and their tribes extended far beyond those limited borders.
Long live the Celtic tribes that thrived throughout all of Europe, including the western coastline of Portugal in southern Europe, hundreds of years long before the take over by the Roman Empire, and finally the surge of the religious oppression that was to follow by the Catholic forced conversions that destroyed the tribes beliefs, defiled their goddesses and gods, and changed their way of life forever.
Boudica, some think of the Celts as having only been of Scotland and Ireland, but not so, not so! You had a good run Boudica, but the tools and liars are often the ones who write the history, and it is usually full of shit or sufferers from severe omission, that is unless one digs a little deeper to find the truth behind the propaganda, not surprising since the limited knowledge Americans have of their own American history, much less that of the early pre-Judeo/Christian (pagan) Europeans and their various ways of life and geographical travels (particularly the Celtic tribes) all leaves much to be desired and known by your typical American.
Thank you, Boudica, I am so sorry that you suffered at the hands of all those barbarians who considered themselves the "civilized" and the righteous.
Para sempre fiel para vocÍ minha deusa bonita, Boudica.
Posted by: Boudica [Member] On: February 16, 2009
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