The King of Is

Between the Loire and the Seine, on the maritime coast of the Brittany, there are ruins of cities and considerable works that the waves of the sea destroyed in a spontaneous way and that ancient times did not register in their annals. here is legend Gallic of the King of Is.

Legend of the King of Is

All these upheavals date from a very remote period, which most certainly goes back more than ten to twelve thousand years. Especially when one notices the considerable time it takes for the waves of the sea to gnaw and destroy granite rocks, as in the bay of Douarnenez for example, where one is sure that there were once several towns or at least a very large city which occupied all the space between the point of the Goat to the bay of Audierne; the traditions also indicate that the beach which extends from Penmarc'k to the Raz and from the Raz to the island of Ouessant was covered with cities.

This allows us to say that the great fractures of the globe that occurred following the flood destroyed the city of Is and all the druidic monuments, part of which can still be seen at the tip of Penmarc'k at 4 m, about 50 at the bottom water at the equinox tides, and this up to 4 and 5 kilometers out to sea.

We are now certain that the ruins of Douarnenez, Crozon, Cap de la Chèvre and Vannes were made at the time of the great flood. These cataclysms were transmitted to us on the beach of Douarnenez by the legend of Gralon; in Cadiz, by that of the voyage of the Hercules Celtic of Og-mi.

A Celtic legend tells us that at the tip of Goat Island there was a town called Is, governed by King Gralon, who had an only daughter named Dahu whom he adored. Now, ostentation, luxury and debauchery reigned supreme in the opulent city of Gralon, and his daughter was not the least depraved among the beautiful women of Is. Gralon groaned over the outbursts of his dear daughter and his people and prayed to God to open their eyes; but it was in vain.

Also, one day, the sun eclipsed and a comet with an immense tail appeared on the horizon; it was a harbinger of impending doom. Now, the very night of that day, Dahu presided over a superb banquet which she offered to a thousand guests. The princess gave the signal for the party, by emptying a large goblet or Hanap de Cervoise (a kind of beer) in one gulp; then, seizing a hunting cutlass, she began to cut up an enormous elk, then a boar and two wild pigs; the aroma of these victuals greatly delighted the sense of smell of the guests, flattered their palate and excited their enormous and vast appetite to the highest degree.

But no sooner had the feast begun than the shouts of the guests made the palace of Gralon resound; at the same time all these debauchees heard sinister voices in the first planes of the Astral; the earth shook, the guests left the banquet hall in a panic, rushed into the paths, the streets and the paths in which reigned such profound darkness, such a black night, that one could not see in the sky shining "the path of winter ".

Only lightning tore the cloud, thunder rumbled, the storm gathered and soon burst, pouring such torrents of water on the town of Is that it soon disappeared with all its inhabitants.

Gralon, in spite of his old age, hastily collected all that he had most precious, and he placed, with this treasure, his daughter on a fiery steed which he mounted himself to direct its course, but the flow , even more agile than the fiery animal, snatched his burden from him and engulfed him in an immense whirlwind.

It seemed then that Divine Justice was satisfied, for calm suddenly returned, but the unfortunate city of Is, that immense receptacle of debauchery and infamy, remained forever submerged under water, along with a vast continent.

Today is the Atlantic Sea. THE Bretons of the bay of Douarnenez claim to see wandering, even today, the souls or rather the etheric doubles in the form of crows; the unfortunates seem to be flying from rock to rock on the very spot where Gralon and his daughter once perished.