From the heights of Tara:

Here sat in days of yore kings with golden crowns upon their heads; warriors with brazen swords in their hands; bards and minstrels with their harps; grey-bearded ollamhs; druids with their oak-leaf crowns . . .

What do YOU see? The ancient lines of high kings, the Samhain hags who transform into beautiful goddesses of the land, the stone that cries out destiny, the magic cup that can discern truth from illusion...look out over the ruins, mounds, sacred sites and open your eyes to the unseen.

The wonder voyage begins...

At dusk on this Samhain eve, the King of the Sidhe and his Rade will rise from their mound. Gather, brave folk, if you dare to meet them! On Tara Hill, we assemble to await the arrival of our escort into the Otherworld.

Gaelic Heart by Kerem Gogus http://www.artofkerem.hostrocket.com/index.html