The Celts had high regard for Bees. One of the more soothing understandings had to do with the relationship between Bees and the Other World. There was no escape, you had to tell Bees everything. Most important, if someone died you had to tell the Bees before the funeral otherwise all hell broke loose. It was the Roman occupations and Christian missions which melded many of the old ideas into new ideas. But up there in the higher, harder lands "If you wanted to know what the Druids knew, you asked the Bees." Must have been a secret knowledge. Some of the early Irish Christian saints for purposes of evangelism held to the idea that it was the Bee that carried the soul to heaven. Either way, in them old Celtic days I'd imagine if you died of a Bee sting you'd clearly done something very wrong indeed.
The Other World exists between the ears. The Celts reckoned that through trances
you could get closer to it, and here mead was quite useful. The more you lived
in the Other World, the more familiar you became with it. Astral Travel, despite
its inherent duality, is another way of looking at it. You went to a place and a
part of you leaves your body, goes wandering into bold new frontiers, a Star
Trek for the more emotional, less reasonable ambitions. From my own perspective
this area of contemplation has become a sleep aid. You can stop the spinning
mind with a story that takes you to the same place where it finds the same
patterns and you do what Mockingbirds do to song, you extemporize the noises of
narrative. Nothing too exciting or stressful to the imagination, that does no
good. Nor can it be boring or dutiful, because you have to look forward to it
and no one looks forward to counting Sheep. Trust me, it gets easier with
practice, years and years and years of practice.