My own altar, Samhain 2015
There has been
quite a lot of heated debate on the internet concerning the appropriate types
of offerings to give the Morrigan. And
whether or not bullets are a legitimate one.
What I think about all those discussions boils down to two main
points. Firstly that offerings in
general are a very personal thing. The
context in which an offering is made is important. And the type of offering
reflects on the relationship between the devotee and the deity in question. Secondly it begs the question: What exactly
is an offering? And this is what interests me the most. Because it’s not something often discussed in
Paganism, and to be honest I find that not many Pagans necessarily make
offerings as a part of their daily or regular spiritual practice.
So what exactly is
an offering? Why do we do it? Are we bribing the gods? Putting a quarter in the
celestial vending machine, hoping to get the prize we want?
Questioning whether
or not an offering is appropriate to a deity requires us to consider why we are
leaving that offering in the first place.
For myself it boils down to reciprocity.
I offer the gods something out of respect, love and devotion, and they
offer at times something in return. What
is a small thing to a god can be something that makes a big impact in my life. Leaving offerings helps build a connection to
deity, it is something that is a regular part of my devotion to the gods I work
with.
The spirit in which
you offer something is immensely important. We are not bribing or bartering
with the gods, and sadly I think this is the approach a lot of people
take. If I offer the right stone or
herbs then I have essentially “bought” or bribed the gods into giving me the
thing I asked for. If a person approaches
making offerings in this manner, then I’m really not surprised when the gods don’t
fulfill their request. No matter what I
am offering I approach the process with love and gratitude in my heart. Even if I have nothing more than a cup of
water to offer the gods, it is the spirit in which I offer it, the devotion I imbue
it with that matters the most.
I also spend a lot
of time thinking about what to offer to deity. Things that are a part of a
deity’s myths, or have been historically offered to them are always good places
to start. Also if a god finds something
repugnant in their myths then maybe that’s not the best thing to offer
them. For example there are specific
things that certain Orisha, either via myth or tradition, should never be
offered. And lastly the offering has to
have some kind of meaning to the person giving it. On occasions I offer herbs or incense, but it
worries me that these have become the fall back offerings to many people simply
because they see someone else using them, and because they really aren’t thinking
about why they are choosing to offer that particular item in the first place. At a festival a few years ago I attended a
ritual where those present were asked to throw an offering into a fire for the
gods. The ritual revolved around
cleansing and bringing change. A friend
who was there had asked the gods to help her with something that was very
important in her life. We had known
about the ritual in advance and she had brought something very special to her,
and item her deceased father had given her, to offer to the fire. The offering fit with the thing she was
asking the gods for, and all was well until she noticed the items other people
were throwing into the fire. She
whispered to me that she felt silly offering something so grand and so very
different that those tossing handfuls of herbs and sticks of incense into the
fire. She actually felt embarrassed to
offer what I felt was a beautiful gift to the gods. A true sacrifice. Something that could not be
replaced. Eventually she did go up to
the fire and make her offering. And the
gods answered her plea not long after.
My point is that
there should be some thought that goes into offerings, and that by their very nature
offerings will differ from devotee to devotee.
What has value to each person and what the gods want from each of us
will be different. And it should
be. The Morrigan has many devotees. One
may be a single mother, another a police officer, a soldier, a teacher, a
Wiccan, a Reconstructionist, a Druid, a conservative, or a radical, the list
goes on. All of these people may have a
dedication to the Morrigan but each will more than likely offer her different
things. And guess what. That’s how it should be. There are some things that people offer the
Queen that I never would, and it really doesn’t offend or hurt me that they do
so. If it works for their practice and
reflects their connection with Her, awesome.
I’ll honor Her in my way, and others in their own way. All that really matters to me is that they
are honoring Her. That they are approaching Her with devotion. The problem with people getting riled up over
someone offering something they personally wouldn’t give to a deity or
personally find repugnant, comes down to confusing taste for morality. Just because I don’t like something, or something
doesn’t work well for me, doesn’t negate the fact that it could hold an
entirely different meaning for someone else.
So that brings me
to what do I personally offer the Morrigan. Me personally. Not what you should
offer. What works for me. Well surprisingly 98% of the time I offer Her
whiskey or an act of bravery. Offerings don’t
have to be physical things. One of my
first teachers told me “Do something today, that you were afraid of doing yesterday.
” Given the Morrigan’s connection to
strife, battle and sovereignty, I find this to be a worthy offering. Facing my fears, having the bravery to stand
up for another person, these are all things I think She values more than any
physical item I can offer to Her. For
the rest of the time I do find that the Queen likes her whiskey. I’m that crazy Pagan who wanders a liquor
store waiting to feel a nudge that says a deity wants a certain libation.
As to the drama on
the internet, yes I have a few bullets on my altar. Two of them are from WWII and
have been carried through real combat.
Near them , against the wall, is a bayonet that my grandfather brought
back from WWII. Having two great uncles
and a grandfather who survived D-Day these all have meaning to me. There is a modern bullet there too, alongside
the WWII relics, sitting beside candles, offering bowls for whiskey, swords,
spears, a drum painted with a raven, and multiple statues. Bullets are not what I offer on a daily
basis, but it’s something I have felt called by Her to leave on Her altar. Because my altar to Her is a reflection of
all Her aspects, not just the ones I like the best. And because
she is still a goddess of war. Not iron
age war, or just war that involves swords.
She reminds us what is worth fighting for. What do we love enough to lay down our lives
for? When humanity stops asking ourselves
those questions, maybe she will cease being a war goddess. But I don’t think that will happen anytime
soon, or ever really.
Another picture of my personal altar
For myself
personally a bullet doesn’t represent violence.
If they do to you, then I suggest you find other things that have
meaning to you to offer Her. For myself
bullets and guns are just tools, just as swords are simply tools. The violence we connect with them originates
in the person holding the tool, not the tool itself. The swords that we romanticize has no other purpose
than to kill, specifically to kill other humans. At very least the argument can be made that
spears and guns have been used for hunting. But not the sword.
So the next time you pick up your ritual sword, reminded that while
other weapons have replaced it over the years, it is still a weapon meant for
killing. A weapon the Celts ritually
broke and offered to the gods. That LOTR
replica sword (not knocking anyone here I have a few!) may be beautiful to look
at, but it doesn’t change what it is. So
in that fashion having bullets on Her altar does not bother me. Like a sword, a gun can be used in self defense,
and for myself it represents the idea that I have the right to defend myself. I have two friends who owe their lives to having
concealed carry permits. One prevented a
car jacking. In the other case it saved
a friend from being raped. We both went to college together and she had one of
those so called “gun nut” fathers. We
joked with her about how he insisted she get a concealed carry permit and bought
her a small gun to have with her when she walked to her car late at night from
her bartending job. And one night a man
tried to assault her and force her into his car. Luckily she was able to scare him off long
enough to call the cops. If she hadn’t had
a gun at very least she would have been raped, and more than likely she would
have ended up losing her life. Similarly
I know one military devotee who leaves bullets on his altar before deployment,
asking for protection and that he may do his job without having to take a
life.
Oddly enough, perhaps
because I’m a vegetarian, offering meat is one of the few offerings I at first
had some difficultly with. But on occasion,
usually for a very special purpose, I will offer a small portion of raw beef (the
best cut of course). I may not have had
to slaughter that cow myself as our ancestors would have, but the fact that I
am offering flesh remains forefront in my mind.
To offer that bit of beef something living had to give up its life, and
the gravity of that goes into the energy and emotion behind my offering. And as I said before I truly think the gods
care more about the manner in which we give an offering than what the physical item
is.
This is not the
first time devotees of the Morrigan have gotten heated over what other people
choose to offer to the Queen. What
troubles me is that we have trouble respecting that what one person does in
their practice can be different than our own.
What is repugnant to you may hold a different meaning to me. Let the gods decide what is to their liking
and what is not. Offer what you are
personally called to offer, and respect what others give in their devotion.
Lastly what
concerns me is this idea that the Morrigan’s connection to war does not apply
to modern times, but instead to only the romanticized war of the past. The Morrigan has many guises, she is far from
just a goddess of war. But war remains a
part of her nature. She is not a tame lion.
She did not retire from the war goddess business once swords stopped
being the high tech weapon of the day. In some ways I see a shift in her
approach. As I said, she reminds us what
is worth fighting for. That can apply to a personal battle or a
literal battle. And today I find she is
very concerned with claiming personal sovereignty and goading us into facing
our personal demons. But that makes her
no less a goddess of war. To pretend she is otherwise, simply because we find
modern warfare distasteful, is to deny a vital part of Her being. Morgan Daimler
puts it quite succinctly:
"You know when my dad came back from Vietnam, when he got off
the plane, people in the airport spit on him. This makes me think of that. We
are spitting on our war gods because we are mistaking them for the gory
collateral damage of war that we abhor. But they are not that. They are the
spirit to fight and win and defend the things that matter. They are the spirit
of battle that makes anything in life worth fighting for. And I think its
dangerous to forget that, and very dangerous to disrespect them. They protect us, and we need them, just
as we need soldiers whether we want to admit it or not."
When someone offers
something to a deity, respect that it’s a personal choice. It is part of their devotion to deity, not
yours. And may we remember to respect
that gods may represent things we are uncomfortable with, and that to turn a
blind eye to part of their nature is dangerous.
When you make offerings to the gods think about why you are offering a
particular item. What meaning does it
hold for you? What connection does it have to the god you are giving it
to? Find what works for you, not just what
works for other people. Because you are
the one making the offering, not anyone else.