The Weirwood's Secret Weapon

[Fun Guy from Yuggoth]

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I was the grass. Pleasant, complaisant, sweet-smelling, swaying with every breeze. Who fears to walk upon the grass?  But it is the grass that hides the viper from his enemies and shelters him until he strikes.

I have previously pitched the theory (which is an amalgamation of various other people's theories) before that the weirwood is not originally from Earth, that it arrived here as another Red Comet and part of it struck the Earth at the God's Eye, and the organism spread from there.  I further theorized that the weirwood could build up pressure below ground and launch itself back into space to spread to other planets.  This is why weirwood circles were found on high hills.  And the Hardhome event was a weirwood launch.

I recently found few pieces of evidence for this hypothesis, 1) the Fire-Balloons from George's Tuf Voyaging, 2) the descriptions of other high hills such as the Fist of the First Men, the Arsenal of Braavos, and High Heart.  3) the explosive wildfire cache hidden under the Sept of Baelor (which is a symbolic weirwood).

 

1) The Fire-Balloons

First read this passage from Tuf Voyaging's the Guardians:

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Tuf wiped the stricken ship and the dreadnaught off the main screen. Another scene took their place—a winter’s day, windy and chilly by the look of it. The water below was dark and choppy, flecked with white foam as the wind pushed against it. A dreadnaught was afloat the unruly sea, its huge white tentacles extended all around it, giving it the look of some vast swollen flower bobbing on the waves. It reached up as they passed overhead, two arms with their writhing snakes lifting feebly from the water, but they were too far above to be in danger. They appeared to be in the gondola of some long silver airship, looking down through a glass-bottomed viewport, and as Tuf watched, the vantage point shifted and he saw that they were part of a convoy of three immense airships, cruising with stately indifference above the war-torn waters.
“The Spirit of Aquarius, the Lyle D., and the Skyshadow ,” said Kefira Qay, “on a relief mission to a small island grouping in the north where famine had been raging. They were going to evacuate the survivors and take them back to New Atlantis.” Her voice was grim. “This record was made by a news crew on the Skyshadow , the only airship to survive. Watch.”
On and on the airships sailed, invincible and serene. Then, just ahead of the silver-blue Spirit of Aquarius , there was motion in the water, something stirring beneath that dark green veil. Something big, but not a dreadnaught. It was dark, not pale. The water grew black and blacker in a great swelling patch, then bulged upward. A great ebony dome heaved into view and grew, like an island emerging from the depths, black and leathery and immense, and surrounded by twenty long black tentacles. Larger and higher it swelled, second by second, until it burst from the sea entirely. Its tentacles hung below it, dripping water, as it rose. Then they began to lift and spread. The thing was fully as large as the airship moving toward it. When they met, it was as if two vast leviathans of the sky had come together to mate.
The black immensity settled atop the long silver-blue dirigible, its arms curling about in a deadly embrace. They watched the airship’s outer skin tear asunder, and the helium cells rip and crumple. The Spirit of Aquarius twisted and buckled like a living thing, and shriveled in the black embrace of its lover. When it was over, the dark creature dropped the remains into the sea.
Tuf froze the image, staring with solemn regard at the small figures leaping from the doomed gondola.
“Another one got the Lyle D. on the way home,” said Kefira Qay. “The Skyshadow survived to tell the story, but it never returned from its next mission. More than a hundred airships and twelve skimmers were lost in the first week the fire-balloons emerged.”
“Fire-balloons?” queried Haviland Tuf. He stroked Doubt, who was sitting on his console. “I saw no fire.”
“The name was coined the first time we destroyed one of the accursed things. A Guardian skimmer put a round of explosive shot into it, and it went up like a bomb, then sank, burning into the sea. They are extremely inflammable. One laser burst, and they go up spectacularly.”
“Hydrogen,” said Haviland Tuf.
“Exactly,” the Guardian confirmed. “We’ve never taken one whole, but we’ve puzzled them out from bits and pieces. The creatures can generate an electric current internally. They take on water, and perform a sort of biological electrolysis. The oxygen is vented into the water or the air, and helps push the things around. Air jets, so to speak. The hydrogen fills the balloon sacs and gives them lift. When they want to retreat to the water, they open a flap on top—see, up there—and all the gas escapes, so the fire-balloon drops back into the sea. The outer skin is leathery, very tough. They’re slow, but clever. At times they hide in cloud banks and snatch unwary skimmers flying below. And we soon discovered, to our dismay, that they breed just as fast as the dreadnaughts.”
“Most intriguing,” said Haviland Tuf. “So, I might venture to suggest, with the emergence of these fire-balloons, you lost the sky as well as the sea.”
“More or less,” admitted Kefira Qay. “Our airships were simply too slow to risk. We tried to keep things going by sending them out in convoys, escorted by Guardian skimmers and aircars, but even that failed. The morning of the Fire Dawn… I was there, commanding a nine-gun skimmer… it was terrible… ”
“Continue,” said Tuf.
“The Fire Dawn,” she muttered bleakly. “We were… we had thirty airships, thirty, a great convoy, protected by a dozen armed skimmers. A long trip, from New Atlantis to the Broken Hand, a major island grouping. Near dawn on the second day, just as the east was turning red, the sea beneath us began to… seethe. Like a pot of soup that has begun to boil. It was them , venting oxygen and water, rising. Thousands of them, Tuf, thousands. The waters churned madly, and they rose, all those vast black shadows coming up at us, as for as the eye could see in all directions. We attacked with lasers, with explosive shells, with everything we had. It was like the sky itself was ablaze. All those things were bulging with hydrogen, and the air was rich and giddy with the oxygen they had vented. The Fire Dawn, we call it. It was terrible. Screaming everywhere, balloons burning, our airships crushed and falling around us, bodies afire. There were dreadnaughts waiting below, too. I saw them snatching swimmers who had fallen from the airships, those pale tentacles coiling around them and yanking them under. Four skimmers escaped from that battle. Four. Every airship was lost, with all hands.”
“A grim tale,” said Tuf.

The starfish tentacled Fire-balloon creatures can produce explosive gas that they store in order to launch themselves into the air and destroy ships.  They are controlled by hive-minded mud pots clam creatures.  The humans are an invasive species to the mud pots' homeworld, and the humans are eating the mud pots, so the mud pots go to war against the humans (even though it is a clam and has almost no awareness of the outside world).  There is an arms race with the mud pots breeding successively more destructive biological weapons.  The Fire-balloons use the hydrogen to float themselves into the air, but they could just as easily used it to rocket themselves into the air.  The ship called the Skyshadow survived.  This story takes place on Namor, which is the name of the marvel comics Namor the Sub-Mariner, who is an antihero "seeking vengeance for perceived wrongs that misguided surface-dwellers committed against his kingdom"

I have previously argued that the weirwood is a form of starfish alien that colonizes planets by launching itself from planet to planet, and here we have a starfish alien that produces rocket fuel. 

Also check out Niven's Stage Trees, from A Relic of Empire, and World of Ptavvs, whose sap is rocket fuel and is plantation grown to harvest the fuel, and which launch themselves into space to colonize other regions and other planets:

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Wonderful, how the stage tress had adapted to the loss of their masters.  The Slavers had raised them on wide plantations, using the solid fuel rocket cores inside the living bark to lift their ships from places where a fusion drive would have done damage.  But the trees used the rockets for reproduction, to scatter their seeds further than any plant before them. . .

"I hope you took the opportunity to examine this tower.  It's fascinating.  Very smooth, stony surface, except at the top. . . "The big towers are stage trees."  "A stage tree has two life cycles.  One is the bush, the other is the big multistage form . . .A stage tree seed lands on a planet and grows into a bush. . . When a seed hits a particularly fertile spot it grows into a multistage form.  "In the big form the living part is the tap root and the photosynthetic organs around the base.  That way the rocket doesn't have to carry so much weight.  It grows straight up out of the living part, but its as dead as the center of an oak except for the seed at the top.  When its ripe the rocket takes off. . .

I've tracked the stage trees across twenty light years of space.  God knows where they started.  They're all through the systems around here.  The seed pods spend hundreds of thousands of years in space, and when they enter a system they explode.  If there's a habitable world one seed would be bound to hit it.  If there isn't, there's lots more pods where that one came from.  It's immortality . . This one plant has traveled much further than mankind, and its much older.  A billion and a -- " 

This story takes place on a planet called Mira Ceti-T.  Ceti is the Sea Monster constellation, and Mira is a star in its neck.  The Sea Monster and Mira are associated with stony tree rockets that are dead yet immortal.

 

2) The Fist of the First Men (and other high hills):

"The hill jutted above the dense tangle of forest, rising solitary and sudden, its windswept heights visible from miles off. The wildlings called it the Fist of the First Men, rangers said. It did look like a fist, Jon Snow thought, punching up through earth and wood, its bare brown slopes knuckled with stone."

In George's story In the House of the Worm, torches that light the tunnels are held in bronze "fists" mounted to the wall--a fist holds a torch. 

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"Perhaps he could make a torch, Annelyn thought. He tried to recall how torches were made. The shafts were generally wood. The crooked ones were cut from the bent yellow bloodfruit tree, after the leaves and the red-white berries had been put into the breeding tanks for the food-worms. And then there were the straight ones, longer and white, the shafts made by binding together thick strips from the stem of a giant mushroom and soaking them in - what? Something - until they were hard. And then something was wrapped around the end. A cloth, soaked in something-or-other, or a greasy bag of dry fungus, or something. That was what burned. But he didn't know the details. Besides, without a torch, how could he find a bloodfruit tree or a giant mushroom? And how could he find the right fungus, and dry it, if that was what you were supposed to do? No. He could not make a torch, no more than he could find one."

The torches are made from giant mushrooms, fungus, and bloodfruit tree, and they are kept in Fists.  I have described the weirwood network as a fungal network, and the trees themselves are only the fruiting body.  Weirwood sap is blood, and the leaves are bloody hands. 

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"The views atop the hill were bracing, yet it was the ringwall that drew Jon's eye, the weathered grey stones with their white patches of lichen, their beards of green moss. It was said that the Fist had been a ringfort of the First Men in the Dawn Age. "An old place, and strong," Thoren Smallwood said.

"Old," Mormont's raven screamed as it flapped in noisy circles about their heads. "Old, old, old."

 

"Chett could see the Fist punching its way up through the green. The day was so dark that the Old Bear had the torches lit, a great circle of them burning all along the ringwall that crowned the top of the steep stony hill"

 

"Sam could see nothing beyond three yards, not even the torches burning along the low stone wall that ringed the crown of the hill. "

 

"the ashes were white, rising in the updraft, yet all at once it seemed as if they were falling. Snow, I thought. Then the sparks in the air seemed to circle, to become a ring of torches, and I was looking through the fire down on some high hill in a forest."

 

"Fire arrows," the Lord Commander roared that night on the Fist, when he appeared suddenly astride his horse, "give them flame." "Attacked amidst snow and cold, but we've thrown them back with fire arrows" " Wights attacked us on the Fist, in snow, he wrote, but we drove them off with fire. He turned his head. Through the drifting snow, all he could see was the huge fire at the center of the camp, with mounted men moving restlessly around it. The reserve, he knew, ready to ride down anything that breached the ringwall. They had armed themselves with torches in place of swords, and were lighting them in the flames. " "A dozen mounted brothers pounded past him toward the east wall, burning brands streaming flames in each rider's hand. Lord Commander Mormont is meeting them with fire."

 

The ringfort atop the Fist, is a metaphor for the weirwood circles.  Stones set in a circle, a ring of torches on a high hill, that shoots flaming arrows, Sam mentions "burning brands" and the comet is called a "burning brand" and Mormont is their commander, and the comet is called Mormont's Torch, and mormont means wormwood which is the name of a comet from the bible.  And when Mormont and the Night's Watch flee the Fist, they travel in a formation that is a ring of torches:

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"Off to the left and right, half-seen through the silent trees, torches turned to vague orange haloes in the falling snow. When he turned his head he could see them, slipping silent through the wood, bobbing up and down and back and forth. The Old Bear's ring of fire, he reminded himself, and woe to him who leaves it."

So, we have a ring of stone torches on a high hill, commanded by a guy with a comet named after him, and that ring of fire leaves the high hill and travels through the dark in ring formation.  The Fist holds the Torch, Mormont's Torch, the Fist of the First Men, a secret weapon of the First Men--a weapon against whom?  I think it is against the people of the Great Empire of the Dawn, and their descendants, the Valyrians.

 

In the World Book we learned about the Fisher Queens and that the First Men are their descendants.

 

The First and Second Men:

 

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"The histories of those days are lost to us, sad to say, for the kingdoms of the grass came and went in large measure before the race of man became literate. Only the legends persist. From such we know of the Fisher Queens, who ruled the lands adjoining the Silver Sea—the great inland sea at the heart of the grasslands—from a floating palace that made its way endlessly around its shores. . . The Fisher Queens were wise and benevolent and favored of the gods, we are told, and kings and lords and wise men sought the floating palace for their counsel. . . . Some maesters believe that the First Men originated here before beginning the long westward migration that took them across the Arm of Dorne to Westeros. The Andals, too, may have arisen in the fertile fields south of the Silver Sea."

If the First Men and Andals were descendants of the Fisher Queens, who were greenseers in a floating palace on the Silver Sea.  Then who are the Second Men?  The Great Empire and Valyrians.  And let me point out that Yi Ti, sounds like E.T. as in extraterrestrial, and the World Book says that the God on Earth was an extraterrestrial that came down from a Black Planet.

 

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"At the Citadel of Oldtown and other centers of learning in the west, maesters regard these tales of the Great Empire and its fall as legend, not history, yet none doubt that the YiTish civilization is ancient, mayhap even contemporary with the realms of the Fisher Queens beside the Silver Sea. In Yi Ti itself, the priests insist that mankind's first towns and cities arose along the shores of the Jade Sea and dismiss the rival claims of Sarnor and Ghis as the boasts of savages and children.

"The present inhabitants of Leng are of two sorts, so utterly different from one another that we must regard them as entirely separate peoples.

For much of its recent history, Leng has been a part of the Golden Empire of Yi Ti, ruled from Yin or Jinqi. During these epochs, tens of thousands of soldiers, merchants, adventurers, and sellswords made the migration from the empire to the island, seeking their fortunes. Though Leng broke free of Yi Ti four hundred years ago, the northern two-thirds of the island are still dominated by the descendants of these YiTish invaders."

 

"To the traveler, they remain indistinguishable from the people of the Golden Empire; they speak a dialect of the same language, pray to the same gods, eat the same foods, follow the same customs, and even reverence the azure emperor in Yin...though they worship only their own god-empress. Their principal towns, Leng Yi and Leng Ma, resemble Yin and Jinqi far more than they do Turrani, the city to the south.

 

On the southern third of Leng dwell the descendants of those displaced by the invaders from the Golden Empire. The native Lengii are perhaps the tallest of all the known races of mankind, with many men amongst them reaching seven feet in height, and some as tall as eight. Long-legged and slender, with flesh the color of oiled teak, they have large golden eyes and can supposedly see farther and better than other men, especially at night. Though formidably tall, the women of the Lengii are famously lithe and lovely, of surpassing beauty."

 

So in one group we have people like the Tall Men of Sarnor, the tall Lengii, the Ghiscari, the First Men, the Andals, and in the Second group we have the YiTish, the Great Empire peoples, and the Valyrians.  The YiTi (E.T.) are invaders, the God on Earth was an alien that tried to establish a civilization on a planet that already had people on it who were the Children of the Weirwood.  They have been at war ever since.  The weirwood has nearly succeeded in wiping out their civilizations and getting rid of the invaders; they broke up the Great Empire of the Dawn, and they nuked Valyria.   Just like in Tuf's Guardians, it used the weirwood rocket to destroy the alien spaceships.  The Fist of the First Men was a secret weapon against the Great Empire spaceships.  One is the Shadow over Asshai, and one of the airships from guardians was called Skyshadow.

Second Moon disaster:

"Benerro jabbed a finger at the moon, made a fist, spread his hands wide.  When his voice rose in a crescendo, flames leapt from his fingers with a sudden whoosh and made the crowd gasp. The priest could trace fiery letters in the air as well. Valyrian glyphs. Tyrion recognized perhaps two in ten; one was Doom, the other Darkness."

He pointed at the moon, and suggested that a fist hit it and exploded? 

The Qartheen Second Moon was destroyed and dragons poured from it, Lightbringer the Comet the Red Sword of Heroes left a crack across the face of the moon. 

 

Oberyn vs the Mountain:

The fight of Oberyn vs. the Mountain is a mythological retelling of theses event.  Oberon is a personification of this weirwood that got fired from the surface of Earth at a huge black spaceship that was blocking out the sun.  Oberon fights with spears with leaf shaped blades and he is often underneath the Mountain thrusting up with his spears.  Oberon dies in the conflict (his head is crushed and his teeth explode into splinters) but he takes the mountain out too.

Oberyn Nymeros Martell,  Oberon is a moon of Uranus (sky god) and the king of the fairies from A Midsummer Night's Dream.  The phrase "a nimeri" means to "hit the mark"  and Martell means "war hammer."   A child of the sky god, who is king of the fairies, who hits the mark with his war hammer.

Sunspear is a synonym for comet or falling star, many of the place names in Dorne relate to falling stars.  Starfall, Brimstone, Sunspear.  "Dorn" is german for "thorn" Irish for "fist", and "Orn" is Tolkien speak for tree, as in Mallorn.   (Albis Manwoody of Kingsgrave is a metaphor for Bloodraven, albus means "white" and manwoody = woody man, he was " a troublesome madman" and was sent to the wall, his sigil is a white skull with a crown on black.)  The castle in Sunspear is "the dun-colored Sandship, looking like some monstrous dromond that had washed ashore and turned to stone." their castle is a stone ship that landed in the sands of Dorne, and it has a Spear Tower, and a Tower of the Sun.    

"Do you see the white one, Quentyn? That is Nymeria's star, burning bright, and that milky band behind her, those are ten thousand ships. She burned as bright as any man," 

The milky band is the Milky Way, and Nymeria’s star is either Canopus or Sirius, those are the two brightest stars in the night sky, and they are near the Milky Way.  Canopus is a better fit because it is part of the ship constellation Argo Navis.  Canopus was the navigator for the fleet of Menelaus King of Sparta in the Iliad.  Canopus is also the name of a ruined Egyptian port in the Nile delta, which parallels Nymeria and her people abandoning their homeland. 

So Nymeria is the navigator of a celestial ship that burns bright, that hits the mark and lands in Dorne, she marries Mors (death) and burns her ships.

 

The Arsenal of Braavos:

"Ahead rose another sea mont, a knob of rock that pushed up from the water like a spiked fist, its stony battlements bristling with scorpions, spitfires, and trebuchets. "The Arsenal of Braavos," Denyo named it, as proud as if he'd built it. "They can build a war galley there in a day." Arya could see dozens of galleys tied up at quays and perched on launching slips."

 

I have argued that Braavos is a also metaphor for the weirwood (a secret city, under/inside a stone giant with flaming eyes) and the Arsenal is a spiked fist of rock that pushes up out of the water, is topped with projectile weapons, and can build a ship in a single day.  "Build a ship in a day" is a metaphor for "launching a tree"

 

High Heart:

"The great hill called High Heart was especially holy to the First Men, as it had been to the children of the forest before them. Crowned by a grove of giant weirwoods, ancient as any that had been seen in the Seven Kingdoms, High Heart was still the abode of the children and their greenseers."

"This place belongs to the old gods still . . . they linger here as I do, shrunken and feeble but not yet dead. Nor do they love the flames. For the oak recalls the acorn, the acorn dreams the oak, the stump lives in them both. And they remember when the First Men came with fire in their fists."

 

"The next day they rode to a place called High Heart, a hill so lofty that from atop it Arya felt as though she could see half the world. Around its brow stood a ring of huge pale stumps, all that remained of a circle of once-mighty weirwoods. Arya and Gendry walked around the hill to count them. There were thirty-one, some so wide that she could have used them for a bed.

High Heart had been sacred to the children of the forest, Tom Sevenstrings told her, and some of their magic lingered here still. "No harm can ever come to those as sleep here," the singer said. Arya thought that must be true; the hill was so high and the surrounding lands so flat that no enemy could approach unseen. . . . but High Heart stood above the rain. "

 

Sea Dragon Point:

"Sea Dragon Point had not always been as thinly peopled as it was now. Old ruins could still be found amongst its hills and bogs, the remains of ancient strongholds of the First Men. In the high places, there were weirwood circles left by the children of the forest."

Sea Dragon was the name of a super heavy sea-launched rocket from the 1960s.  And Sea Dragon might be a metaphor for a asteroid landing in the sea.

 

Crofter's Village weirwoods:

"The crofter's village stood between two lakes, the larger dotted with small wooded islands that punched up through the ice like the frozen fists of some drowned giant. From one such island rose a weirwood gnarled and ancient, its bole and branches white as the surrounding snows. Eight days ago Asha had walked out with Aly Mormont to have a closer look at its slitted red eyes and bloody mouth. It is only sap, she'd told herself, the red sap that flows inside these weirwoods. But her eyes were unconvinced; seeing was believing, and what they saw was frozen blood.

 

 

Sea Stone at White Harbor:

The sea stone dominated the approaches to the outer harbor, a massive grey-green upthrust looming fifty feet above the waters. Its top was crowned with a circle of weathered stones, a ringfort of the First Men that had stood desolate and abandoned for hundreds of years. It was not abandoned now. Davos could see scorpions and spitfires behind the standing stones, and crossbowmen peering between them.

 

More high hills with standing stone /ringforts top with projectile weapons.

 

Hardhome:

"Hardhome had been halfway toward becoming a town, the only true town north of the Wall, until the night six hundred years ago when hell had swallowed it. Its people had been carried off into slavery or slaughtered for meat, depending on which version of the tale you believed, their homes and halls consumed in a conflagration that burned so hot that watchers on the Wall far to the south had thought the sun was rising in the north. Afterward ashes rained down on haunted forest and Shivering Sea alike for almost half a year. Traders reported finding only nightmarish devastation where Hardhome had stood, a landscape of charred trees and burned bones, waters choked with swollen corpses, blood-chilling shrieks echoing from the cave mouths that pocked the great cliff that loomed above the settlement. "

 

High hills and weirwood circles surrounded by seas (seas of water, seas of trees) are described as weapons of a giant, the weirwood is several times described as a giant, and Westeros itself is described as a living creature, with one eye, fingers, a neck, an arm, a crown, etc. stone Fist of a Giant, spiked fist, Giant's Lance, a Fist that shattered a moon.  "the skinny weirwood reaching for the moon" "the branches of the weirwood as they strained up toward the roof. It looked as if the tree was trying to catch the moon and drag it down into the well."  Reaching for a thing in the sky and dragging it down is what the Fire-Balloons did in Guardians.

 

3) Wildfire under the Sept of Baelor:

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"Oh, but it does," said Hallyne. "There is a vault below this one where we store the older pots. Those from King Aerys's day. It was his fancy to have the jars made in the shapes of fruits. Very perilous fruits indeed, my lord Hand, and, hmmm, riper now than ever, if you take my meaning. We have sealed them with wax and pumped the lower vault full of water, but even so . . . by rights they ought to have been destroyed, but so many of our masters were murdered during the Sack of King's Landing, the few acolytes who remained were unequal to the task. And much of the stock we made for Aerys was lost. Only last year, two hundred jars were discovered in a storeroom beneath the Great Sept of Baelor. No one could recall how they came there, but I'm sure I do not need to tell you that the High Septon was beside himself with terror. I myself saw that they were safely moved. I had a cart filled with sand, and sent our most able acolytes. We worked only by night, we—"

"These, ah, fruits of the late King Aerys, can they still be used?"

"Oh, yes, most certainly . . . but carefully, my lord, ever so carefully. As it ages, the substance grows ever more, hmmmm, fickle, let us say. Any flame will set it afire. Any spark. Too much heat and jars will blaze up of their own accord. It is not wise to let them sit in sunlight, even for a short time. Once the fire begins within, the heat causes the substance to expand violently, and the jars shortly fly to pieces. If other jars should happen to be stored in the same vicinity, those go up as well, and so—"

 

With a grinding, splintering, tearing crash, Swordfish split the rotted hulk asunder. She burst like an overripe fruit, but no fruit had ever screamed that shattering wooden scream. From inside her Davos saw green gushing from a thousand broken jars, poison from the entrails of a dying beast, glistening, shining, spreading across the surface of the river . . .

 

"If you would savor the sweet taste of the fruit, you must water the tree."

"This tree has been watered with blood."

Trees that are watered with blood produce fruit, weirwoods are watered with blood.

I think the Baelor's Sept is a metaphor for the weirwood  "Visenya's hill was crowned by the Great Sept of Baelor with its seven crystal towers. . . pale marble . . .white marble"

A pale marble crystal tower on a high hill, with many gods inside of it--who are really one god.  The hierarchy of the Seven mirrors the Others: the High Septon is the Great Other a wizened old grey man with a wispy white beard and a weirwood staff, who has no name (think of other characters without names: the Great Other who cannot be named, the nameless Old Gods of the woods, 13th LC, and the Faceless Men), the Warrior's Sons are the Others, and the Poor Fellows are the wights.  The Warrior's Sons are "sworn swords" who get "revived" by the High Septon, and are dragonslayers, and the Poor Fellows were "reborn" and "restored" and were "far more numerous" and "they were humbler" and "they wandered" and their badge is a red and white star (red comet and weirwood symbolism).  The Silent Sisters are the handmaidens to Death, and they handle corpses, they are the CoTF.  (Baelor raised an 8 year old boy who could speak to birds to the position of High Septon, and Ned said Bran might be High Septon some day, and in Mel's vision Bran is the Great Other or his champion.)

And underneath the metaphorical weirwood is a secret stash of explosive fluid in fruit-shaped jars.  At the Blackwater, wildfire stored inside of a ship explode it to pieces.  Wildfire production unexpectedly increased when the Red Comet arrived, I think it woke them up and got the juices flowing.

In Celtic mythology Balor of the Evil Eye "is one of the names of the god of Death, i.e., of the Underworld" he was a giant with one evil eye that wreaks destruction when opened. 

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"He is a tyrant who oppresses Ireland from his fortress on Tory Island. Balor is described as a giant with an eye which wreaks destruction when opened. The Cath Maige Tuired calls it a "destructive" and "poisonous" eye that no army can withstand, and says that it takes four men to lift the eyelid. Later folklore says that he has only one eye and describes it as follows: "He had a single eye in his forehead, a venomous fiery eye. There were always seven coverings over this eye. One by one Balar removed the coverings. With the first covering the bracken began to wither, with the second the grass became copper-coloured, with the third the woods and timber began to heat, with the fourth smoke came from the trees, with the fifth everything grew red, with the sixth it sparked. With the seventh they were all set on fire, and the whole countryside was ablaze!"

Balor has a Tower named after him, he is associated with the number seven, he is a god of death and the underworld, he has a venomous destructive fiery eye.  When Balor gets killed his eye burns a hole into the ground, that later fills with water, it is called the Lake of the Eye.  In ASOIAF, I think the Gods Eye is the weirwood's seat of power, the domain of the god of death and the underworld.  And we have learned that the Seven are really one, and that there is really only one god, the god of Death.

(and there are obvious parallels between Balor of the Evil Eye and the Eye of Sauron)

Visenya's Hill, the Latin phrase "vicina astris" means "near the stars" and it is a poetic hyperbole meaning "a lofty place"

 

"Aerion Brightflame. One night, in his cups, he drank a jar of wildfire, after telling his friends it would transform him into a dragon, but the gods were kind and it transformed him into a corpse."  If comets are called dragons, then drinking wildfire turns you into a comet.

"The kiss of wildfire turned proud ships into funeral pyres and men into living torches."

So, in conclusion, weirwood circles on High Hills can be launched with tremendous force to colonize other continents or other planets, or in a pinch can be used as a planetary defense.  The weirwood and the First Men have a secret weapon to use against the Great Empire spaceship(s), the weirwood is "the grass that hides the viper from his enemies and shelters him until he strikes"  I think we will get a weirwood launch in WoW, Mirri Maz Duur hinted that the sun will rise in the West at the end of days.