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20. The grace of God on us and death in Ireland
Friends, the last broadcast. The final word. The preparation has been made. It won’t be long before I set this spaceship in the direction of land. I will surrender to gravity again. I am relieved to be returning to land. My feet long to walk. It’s strange how we miss things. I’m already thinking about the things I will do on earth.
I will go walking. I will go walking on the beach. I have no desire to go walking on mountains. I have had my fill of this high ground below me! Walking on land and swimming in water. Those are the two things I long for most at the minute. I have only spent a short time in this spaceship but my body feels out of joint already. I don’t know how Clann Lir spent hundreds of years as swans! I couldn’t survive in this shape of a rocket for hundreds of years. I couldn’t.
Yes, I will go walking on the beach and swimming in the sea. I will fill my lungs with fresh air and I will clean myself in the sea-water. Are you laughing at me? You are thinking that the sea’s cold in Ireland but I’ll tell you the truth: I really miss the sea and I miss the rain as well! Now, that’s not something you’d hear an Irish person saying very often. But it’s true. I miss the rain.
I was thinking back lately on a day I spent in the rain a couple of years ago. I was out on my bike when a shower came on. I was soaked to the skin. Then a bright spell came and the sun dried me. A second shower came and I was soaked to the skin again. I was about to head for my house but for some reason, I kept on riding in the rain because I was getting so much pleasure from it. Rain never did a bit of harm. Rain meant me no harm that day. Rain falls. That’s all’s to it.
Do you know, I received so many messages since this journey started. You are all saying the same thing: this project frightened the authorities. They have now changed their opinions about their policies. They’ve changed their tune. They understand now the power we have. They understand that we can act regardless of them. We built in spite of them. We flew in spite of them. We left in spite of them. They won’t forget that lesson in a hurry, I promise you.
Well, I will have to go soon, friends. I have to prepare the spaceship for the final journey to land. The grace of God on us and death in Ireland … well, no. Not this time anyway. I would prefer the grace of God on us and life in Ireland.
Well, it’s time for me to live again. It’s time for me to try it … to live on earth one more time. But things will be different this time because I am different. I swear I am! I saw wonders and I met new friends and I understand now the beauty of looking at the stars. The grace of God on us and life in Ireland. That’s the final word from me. That’s my final blessing to you over these airwaves. Goodbye friends! May you be safe. Goodbye ….
