I love getting to know my ancestors. The path they have me on is very colorful and filled with the beginning of legends from Christianity to Greek mythology and other beliefs. Every story, myth, and belief has a beginning, real or false. Magog is the grandson of the Biblical Noah, born to Noah’s son Japheth. Christianity is the beginning of this journey, from the great big flood of the Bible’s Old Testament, bringing a new beginning. I’m debating whether to start with Magog or his first son King Bathath Farssaidh for this book series.
Faithechta, another +++ uncle, is the 3rd son of Magog and another brother to Bathath Farssaidh, King of Scythia. He is estimated to be born between 2643 BCE and 2583 BCE. He had 2 sons that we know of. Their names were Partholan and Braiment/Fraimaint. There is no more known about Faithechta but there is quite a legend regarding his son Partholan, a +++ cousin. It is said that he was the first person to colonize Ireland after the Flood. His people landed in Ireland in the year 1484 BC and the entire colony was wiped out by plague 300 years later in 1184 BC. The Chronicum Scotorum gives a short account of the legend, “”On a Monday, the 14th of May, he arrived, his companions being eight in number, viz., four men and four women.” If the kingdom of Desmond were as rich then as now in natural beauty, a scene of no ordinary splendour must have greeted the eyes and gladdened the hearts of its first inhabitants. They had voyaged past the fair and sunny isles of that “tideless sea,” the home of the Phoenician race from the earliest ages. They had escaped the dangers of the rough Spanish coast, and gazed upon the spot where the Pillars of Hercules were the beacons of the early mariners. For many days they had lost sight of land, and, we may believe, had well-nigh despaired of finding a home in that far isle, to which some strange impulse had attracted them, or some old tradition—for the world even then was old enough for legends of the past—had won their thoughts. But there was a cry of land. The billows dashed in wildly, then as now, from the coasts of an undiscovered world, and left the same line of white foam upon Eiré’s western coast. The magnificent Inver rolled its tide of beauty between gentle hills and sunny slopes, till it reached what now is appropriately called Kenmare. The distant Reeks showed their clear summits in sharp outline, pointing to the summer sky. The long-backed Mangerton and quaintly-crested Carn Tual were there also; and, perchance, the Roughty and the Finihe sent their little streams to swell the noble river bay. But it was no time for dreams, though the Celt in all ages has proved the sweetest of dreamers, the truest of bards. These men have rough work to do, and, it may be, gave but scant thought to the beauties of the western isle, and scant thanks to their gods for escape from peril. Plains were to be cleared, forests cut down, and the red deer and giant elk driven to deeper recesses in the well-wooded country. Several lakes are said to have sprung forth at that period; but it is more probable that they already existed, and were then for the first time seen by human eye. The plains which Partholan’s people cleared are also mentioned, and then we find the ever-returning obituary:— “The age of the world 2550, Partholan died on Sean Mhagh-Ealta-Edair in this year.” The name of Tallaght still remains, like the peak of a submerged world, to indicate this colonization, and its fatal termination. Some very ancient tumuli may still be seen there. The name signifies a place where a number of persons who died of the plague were interred together; and here the Annals of the Four Masters tells us that nine thousand of Partholan’s people died in one week, after they had been three hundred years in Ireland. Another tidbit about Scythia which is where Faithechta lived: “Scythia was a loose state that originated as early as 8th century BC. Little is known of them and their rulers. The most detailed western description is by Herodotus, though it is uncertain he ever went to Scythia. He says the Scythians’ own name for themselves was “Scoloti.” The Scythians became increasingly settled and wealthy on their western frontier with Greco-Roman civilization.”
This detailed description has me thinking. Could it be that the Pillars of Hercules be pillars of a place that was inhabited by people before the flood? Were these pillars so foreign looking and strange to these explorers that they chalked it up to god-like. Could this have been, in part, the beginning of some Greek mythologies? Could’ve Partholan and his people been cursed by creating and worshipping false gods? Regardless of these questions what an interesting view of the past.
Also, imagine the boats and ships that were made. The boat makers were probably taught by Noah who was instructed by God Himself with understanding and wisdom of how to build a strong ship. His wisdom was, more than likely, passed to his sons and so on.
God Bless and Much Love,