Shrone Findings

Today I did a Google on Shrone. Not to see where my site comes up, but to find more Shrone-goodness in the world.

• A poem about a Prince named Shrone called Middle Path
• Race horse
• A web address: http://www.warrior-shrone.tk/
• SHRONE SLIDE, THE. AKA and see “Ned Connor’s Slide.” Irish, Slide.
• This excerpt:

  Shrone was his name, that young man's name. Indian stories use names with some significance. Shrone means one who is capable of hearing, of listening. So the name is significant. He heard Buddha for the first time and he went to him and he said, "Initiate me."

  Buddha said, "Think it over. I know you, I know about you."

  Shrone said, "Once I have decided something, I have decided it. I am not accustomed to thinking twice about anything. Give me initiation right now." As he was so determined, Buddha gave him initiation. He became a Buddhist monk.

  
  
• Athlete Shrone Austin from Seychelles
  
• And this picture taken in Shrone looking west. Something tells me I really need to visit Shrone! I can tell that this is my native soil.
  
• The Paps of Shrone (they really do look like breasts!)
  
• The Ancient City of Shrone (It may just be wishful thinking, but I really do strongly feel that all of us Shrones lived in this city long ago, once upon a previous incarnation)
  
• A document in which Julia Lucey tells us:
  

  
  The City of Shrone, at the foot of the Paps mountains is just five minutes drive from my home and has always been a special place for my
  family. It is an ancient site of worship, and Lá Bealtaine, a day of pilgrimage, is celebrated there on May Day. It brings people from near and
  far to ‘do the rounds’ and afterwards for some caint, ceol agus craic.
  The rugged beauty of the area, the good humoured friendly people, the many traditions – you just never want to leave.

  
  
• Those in the know now call it The City. Seems that there are rituals performed in Shrone. The First Annual Convention of Shrones must take place on May Day. I think "pay rounds" is ancient Gaelic for "cruising for penis".
  
• We belong to a very profound place in the world. This guy says so:
  

  There is a City in Kerry, said Dan, which not that many people yet know about, yet enough know that matter. It is a City like no other City in the whole world, maybe just a circle of old stones and rude altars and ruins that you see now but, in truth, one of the oldest holy places, ritual places, on all the face of the Earth. And it is about four miles from the Kerry village of Rathmore at a place called Shrone. [Emphasis added to show texture.]

  
  

My fellow Shrones, I am absolutely tingling to have made these recent findings with PICTURES and stories and historical information and significance about our name sake and physical location! Indeed, I think there is a strong, extremely strong spiritual bond regarding Shrones and this awesome City of Shrone! More than ever I truly hope that the workings of the Universe (as pecular and unknowable as they are) will permit all of us, if not most of us, to one day descend upon the City and pay our respects and of course, cruise for penis and dance away while festooned in turbans!