Up until Caesar hit the shores of our nation our nation had sought out each others tribes, enslaved them, destroyed their blood lines, the odd bit of genocide and the odd bit of thuggery, buggery, incest and rape, and with the exception of a few odds and sods in raids and the like, that is where we had stayed for many years.
Our trade stretched all over the known world, our security lay in the fact that we had no central government over the tribes so cutting the head off the snake, as they say, was not a viable solutions to invasion.
Caesar already had experience with this tribal system in the northern frontiers of Rome; dealing with these tribes meant one at a time, unlike the Greek tribes who had fallen unilaterally when their leadership was destroyed and taken over by Rome.
The Romans assimilated more than they have ever invented, gods and technology being their prime targets for legitimizing the roman dominance of the tribes of Europe and most of the known world.
All the way down to the first “Roman Navy”, they copied, assimilated and controlled, but first, they had to conquer!
As he looked over the stormy waters to our lands, seeking the plunder therein, he knew the key to this land would be the religion of the land.
He already knew he could beat the warriors with the discipline and regimentation of the officers and men under his command,
He also knew that the druids of the northern tribes held more sway than many of the tribal leaders.
Decades of torturing the Germanic druids had brought nothing to give him the edge over this strange religion.
His legions has been mauled many times by having their minds attacked first for long periods of time then sudden attacks of fury few had ever seen before far less survived.
He knew that the destruction of these druids were a necessity because they just would not give in, it really was that simple.
On the nod of the druid head generations of warriors would be thrown at the shield walls of the roman army, slaughtered, sometimes on scales of twenty to one, but still these warriors would be back at the shield wall the following hour.
Even liquidation of whole tribes seemed to do nothing else than anger them more, subjugation of one in ten of the tribes was not a good result for any army.
Irrespective of the spiritual or the religious aspect of these druids, they all used the mind of their followers to better the followers; it was a symbiotic relationship of trust.
The warriors trust the druid to give him the edge, courage in battle and a good afterlife, the druid knew if he didn’t deliver he was dog food.
Whilst the druid knew he could play games with “after you are dead” he could get away with that type of psychology when the person was alive because we all have a real fear of being dead.
So the religious aspect was built on him looking after our souls when they pass into the other life, but to prove that he “could”, not can, do this he needed to get practical.
Over time these druids used three very effective weapons of mind realignment; the psychological warfare of words and the use of chemical warfare and inducements.
The mind is the warrior, the body the tool, to carry the weapon that is the warrior.
These druid knew that before a war there had to be propagation of children, or the tribes would be destroyed, the collective national parties of the tribes has been proven to be the genetic pool our tribes grew from.
The use of the local version of ink cap mushrooms from all over the country would have been prevalent at these parties, even as late as the 1990’s it was not uncommon to go to a party in the UK and someone would have a bag of mushrooms.
Now, for those who have just seen the penny drop, a whole tribal cluster, drunk, songs women and mushrooms, and the druid to translate it…………………..
Harmony, bliss, love, the after world, the perceptions of spirituality and that little push so you leave reality for a different reality, no wonder we breed like rabbits.
The druids could fill in the context of your drug induced rave up any way he sees fit, it made you feel, belong, become.
You may be smashed out of your skull but……….. yea.
As with anything the druids knew that the dark side of this kind of drug was as destructive as it was productive, so the fear campaign against the next drug was started, and rightly so, the drug that made good men pathological killers with the conscience of a tree.
Fly agaric; the soup of the gods, the spiritual journey of a warrior, the strength of an army, the courage of a storm and the stupidity to run head long into a roman shield wall.
With this drug the warrior is no longer a father, brother, lover or sister, that warrior is a killer of the first order who will never feel the blow that takes their life, and they will pass into the next world hoping the druid told the truth.
Generations later the druids and the Caesars are still playing the games.