Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Kings Arise to Battle!



   If you’ve read a lot of translations of Celtic stories you not doubt have encountered numerous passages that end in “……..”.  Sometimes there is good reason for these frustration gaps in stories or poems.  The original text may have been damaged for example.  But other times these “……” are parts of difficult text that have simply not been translated into English.  There is one particular “…..” that has always particularly frustrated me.  It’s a part of the Cath Maige Tuired were the Morrigan appears to strengthen and rally the warriors of the Tuatha Dé Danann.  In all the English translation texts she says “Kings arise to battle!”  and then those annoying dot, dot, dots, appear.  Well what did she say after that?  How does the Great Queen inspire the hosts in the middle of the fray?  I’ve always wondered what was in that deleted part.  Luckily I came across someone who went about translating some of that difficult text.  If you haven’t already check out their wonderful blog/podcast, Story Archeology. http://storyarchaeology.com/2013/01/27/poems-of-the-morrigan/

   There are several things I find interesting about the Morrigan’s speech.  While much of it is her describing the battle, and stating that it will be both bloody and the stuff sung of by bards, there are a few lines that stand out.  She tells us “I see all who are born [in the] blood-zealous vigorous battle”.  Well a battlefield is a rather odd place to be talking about birth.  Could it mean she is saying one is not truly alive until one has done battle?  Or perhaps the warriors are born into the spirit world as they fall in battle, reflecting her role as a psychpomp. 
 
   I also like the line “In the mossy margins / the helpful raven drives / strife to our hardy hosts.”  While mostly self-explanatory I think it says a great deal about the Morrigan’s nature within the battle.  She is the helpful raven who brings victory to those who favors and strife to the enemy.  She is victory to some and terror to others. 

 

Poem A: Section 137, Lines 683-693
Translation by Isolde Carmody:

"Kings arise to [meet] the battle

Cheeks are seized

Faces [honours] are declared

Flesh is decimated,

Faces are flayed

 [incomplete word] ?? of battle are seized

Ramparts are sought

Feasts are given

Battles are observed

Poems are recited

Druids are celebrated

Circuits are made

Bodies are recorded

Metals cut

Teeth mark

Necks break

 [A hundred] cuts blossom

Screams are heard

Battallions are broken

Hosts give battle

Ships are steered

Weapons protect

Noses are severed

I see all who are born

 [in the] blood-zealous vigorous battle,

raging [on the] raven-battlefield [with] blade-scabbards.

They attempt our defeat

over our own great torrents

Against your attack on the full [compliment] of Fomoire

In the mossy margins;

the helpful raven drives

strife to our hardy hosts

mustered, we prepare ourselves to destroy

To me, the full-blooded exploits are like

shaking to-and-fro of hound-kills"

 

Saturday, January 12, 2013

Morrigan and Brighid Imbolc Ritual



  Although I work with Morrigan the most in my practices, Brighid is a close second.  Imbolc is usually a time to honor Brighid for me, but the following ritual was inspired by an experience during a meditation several years ago just prior to Imbolc.  Before most of my seasonal celebration I will sit by my altar and meditate.  I open myself to the universe and ask to be guided towards the work I should do or the energy I should center on during my ritual.  So as I breathed in and centered what came to me was music.  This is not a norm for me, usually my pathworking and meditations are very visual.  I felt as if I stood in the void, dark, but comforting like standing in the womb of the universe.  I could both hear the music and feel it moving and vibrating through me.  Then I saw two women standing in the darkness with me.  They stood facing one another with their arms raised up.  On one side Morrigan stood garbed in a cloak of black feathers, her hair black and simmering like raven feathers.  Opposite her Brighid stood regal with flowing red hair with golden threads braided through it.  They sang and as they did the sounds became visible.  It appeared as radiant light, twining, and weaving together into knots akin to the beautiful art work decorating Celtic tombs.  It was more than a song, it was as if it was the threads that wove the universe together, only those threads were sounds.  I could feel I was part of this song, existing both within and without it.  It moved through me and through all things, binding the world together.

   While we know Brighid as a goddess of poetry, we often forget that Morrigan is called a poetess several times.  In one version of her first encounter with Cuchulain she first tells him she is a poetess, and recites an epic poem that she claims she was awarded a cow for.  Her famous prophesy spoken at the end of the Second Battle of Mag Tuired is poetic in nature, and often in Celtic mythology poets act as prophets and vs versa.  It’s a side of the Great Queen we don’t often consider, but it’s there.       

   So this is the image I keep in mind when I do this ritual.  That image of Morrigan and Brighid singing the world into existence, giving it form and shape.  While both Goddesses appear both old and young and fill many roles in their mythology during Imbolc I honor Brighid as the lady of spring.  She ignites the fire within, and as the radiant sun she warms the earth and brings us into the bright half of the year.  Morrigan on the other hand is the strength that leads us through the dark.  While Brighid is the bright flash of light and fire, Morrigan is the steady hand that keep the dying embers alive during our darkest hours.  So this time of year I honor Morrigan in that capacity.  For leading us through the dark, for strengthening us and tempering us for Brighid’s bright presence.          

 

Morrigan and Brighid Imbolc Ritual

You Will Need:

Bowl or cauldron

Spear head (or athame/sword)

Six tea light (four for the elements and one for each Goddess)

Harp music (optional)
 

   Place a candle at each quarter to represent the elements.  On one side of the altar place a bowl or cauldron with a little water in it to represent Brighid.  You can place a floating candle in the water or use just a little bit of water so a tea light can still burn inside the cauldron.  On the other side place a candle to represent the Morrigan.  I also like to place a sword or spear head in front of the candle to represent the Great Queen.   

  Part of this ritual is a descent into the underworld, where an item of cloths or jewelry is shed at each quarter.  There are many ways to approach this.  Shedding all cloths is fine, as standing naked in the underworld is very symbolic.  Often this is not pratical, whether this is because of the nature of a group setting, or if you practice outside and may be interrupted by neighbors who will be quite startled at your appearance, or if you are outside and well the weather is just too damn cold for such things.  In these cases I wear extra clothing and jewelry, a shawl or cape, jewelry that holds significance to me, and intentionally shed particular items at each quarter.   

 
  Cast the circle in whatever manner you like, or not at all, as it is not absolutely necessary.
 

Stand in the east, say: 

Poetess, prophetess

Sing to me your song,

Of battles yet won,

Of victories to come


Stand in the south: 

Smith, harp bearer, song weaver

Lady of fire, eternal undying flame,

Strike the hammer,

Inspiration tame

 
Stand in the west: 

Washer woman, lean hag,

Mother keening for a son,

lost to the shadowed lands

Ladies of ford and well,

Guide the spirit, sing your spell

 
Stand in the north: 

Hollowed hills and faery fens,

Standing stones and the blood of fallen men,

Earthen mounds, the Morrigu’s den

In the oak grove Bride’s fire the priestesses tend

 
 
Return to the altar.  Light the candle representing Brighid, saying:

 
Lady of song, sword smith, eternal flame

Brighid I call you name!

The hammer that strikes the soul,

The flame above the head

 

Light the candle representing the Morrigan:

 
Poetess, enchantress

Keeper of the dead,

Flame in the dark,

To whose shadowed lands we all must tread,

You whisper to the heart of victory, strength, a summer without end

 
   Take a few minutes to feel the Goddesses presence and listen for any wisdom or inspiration they might impart on you.  When you are ready begin walking around the circle counter clockwise.  Begin in the east.  As you travel from quarter to quarter take a piece of clothing or jewelry off.  See yourself descending into the dark.  You can see it as the underworld, or a cave.  As the Morrigan often travels between worlds through sacred mounds, and they were considered entrances to the Faery realm and the realm of the dead, I like to see myself descending into a sacred mound, and being lead deep into the earth through a stone hewed passage.  If a different image comes to mind, don’t worry, go with what feels right.  If in a group setting, or if shedding cloths is not practical, you can simply walk from quarter to quarter keeping the visualization in mind.  When you have visited each quarter return to the altar.  Bring to mind all the lessons you have learned during the dark half of the year, or things you wish to shed or transform in your life.  Remember the underworld is the womb of existence, it is the place to break down the barriers that bind us and build them anew. 

   When you feel ready say:
 

Morrigan, light in the darkness

Brighid sudden flame

Poetess singing and weaving all into existence,

All that is and will be,

Morrigan loosing the threads,

Binding and unbinding the dead

 

Poetess, enchantress

Druidess and Queen

Lady of mist and shadows

The Tuatha De Danann's shining Queen


Bind and unbind,

Unravel and untwine

Bind and unbind,

Unravel and untwine
 

   Ask Brighid and Morrigan to help you transform your life, to temper and shape you in the coming months.  Feel yourself filled with the light and strength of both goddesses, until you glow with strength and power.  When you feel ready walk clockwise around the circle.  If you took cloths/jewelry off put it back on, as you visualize yourself ascending from the underworld or sacred mound.  Return to the center of the circle and say: 

 

The seasons shift from dark to light

The crone’s reign ends, the maiden’s begins

I have tread through the dark, the Raven Queen at my side,

I have haunted the hollows of the underworld

As light returns to the world I transform

Shaped, tempered and reformed in Brighid’s forge

I rise towards the light of Brighid’s flame, like a flower leaning towards the sun

I rise anew, tempered in shadows, reborn of flame
 

   Thank the goddesses and make any offerings you wish.  When you are ready go to the east, south, west, and north saying:
 

Queen of Shadow, Lady of Flame

I honor you in deed and name!

Brighid’s mantle enfolds me,

Morrigan’s shield upholds me!
  

Extinguish the candle and close the circle.
 





Wednesday, October 31, 2012

A Samhain Blessing for the Dead





 

Wishing all a merry and magickal Samhain!  Tonight we honoring the dead and our ancestors.  To honor and welcome those who have gone before light a candle and say:

 

“For all those who have gone before,

Who dwell upon that farthest shore,

 

To you we drink and pray this night,

To you we call without fear,

Your voices again we would hear”

 

-Blessing of the Phantom Queen and blessed Samhain all!

 

 

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Gwyn ap Nudd on Samhain


                             
 
 
                                  Gwyn ap Nudd on Samhain


   The hounds whine and nip anxiously at the mare’s feet.  She knickers at them and pounds pale hooves against the cold ground, impatient as the hounds for the hunt.  Deep within the mound we wait, silent as the grave, for the last lingering strands of day light to vanish, for darkness to fall and the doorways between this world and that other place to open, to swing wide for the Host of Gwyn ap Nudd.  It has been so long since last we rode, and I find am as eager as the hounds to step upon mortal soil once more.

   And then I feel it.  As gentle as a lovers caress the veil moves past us, parting for a single night, and we are off.  Hooves and claws and cloven feet touch the soft greenery of the mound momentarily, before taking to the sky.  Below me the pale mare moves like lightning, her milky eyes long since blind, look back at me with another sort of sight.  Behind me I hear the calls and shrieking of the Host and smile.  Some ride skeletal mounts, others beings with wings and scales, and yet others creature to horrible to describe.  It is the night of the dead, and we will hunt and feast on the souls of the wicked.  And when we’ve had our fill the just and brave we will gather.  Across battlefields we fly, atop steeples and grave stones we alight.   A choice to be made, join our ranks, turn spirit to faery flesh, live again, or be ferried beyond this world to everlasting rest.  So if you hear our howling on the wind as we ride a’ hunting, do not tarry.  Whisper a prayer to Gwyn ap Nudd and lend your thoughts towards living well, for all must bow down to the god of death one day.  But will you be my quarry, a rabbit for my hounds to rend and chase?  Or will you ride on the winds with me, wild and free.... 

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Samhain Book Contest!


 
 
 
   It’s almost Samhain and magick is in the air!  During this time of year I re-bless and add to the altar I have dedicated to the Morrigan.  So to celebrate one of the Morrigan’s most sacred nights I thought it would be fun to have an altar contest.  You can enter by going to my facebook page http://www.facebook.com/pages/Celtic-Lore-and-Spellcraft-of-the-Dark-Goddess-Invoking-the-Morrigan/216279705149670?ref=hl#!/pages/Stephanie-Woodfield/262507577096053  and replying to the contest thread with a picture of your altar dedicated to the Great Queen or a Samhain altar dedicated to Her by Nov. 5th.  The winner will receive a signed copy of Celtic Lore and Spellcraft of the Dark Goddess: Invoking the Morrigan!

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Little Something...




   Just a little something that came to me while meditating today. I normally don't include Nemain in Her trio (usually seeing her as Anu/Macha/Badb) but feeling Nemain pulling at me and trying to get my attention lately....

 
I am the Morrigu,

Anu the bringer of life,

Nemain the sword that sweeps it away,

Macha the seed in the soil,

I am strength when there is no strength,

I am valor where there is only dishonor,

It is my path you must trace,

Down, down through the dark,

Down to the heart of all things,

Until you accept my embrace there is no peace...

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

A Walk in the Woods...


  

   It is silent as I enter the woods. A single golden leaf spirals silently to the ground, landing at my feet. The air is chill and I pause and take a moment to breathe, to center my being, and fill my lungs with the scents of autumn. I breathe in again and become aware of the earth beneath my feet, feel the breath of the land spiral upward through my legs and fill my body. Silently I send a prayer to the Morrigan and Cernunnos, gods of the dark rich soil, and begin my journey.....


   Had an interesting experience while out hiking today. For me hiking is a kind of combination workout (the trails I go on are part of the Appalachian Trail, and trust me going up and down a mountain, even a small one, works up a sweat) and meditative/spiritual experience. I can exercise my body and connect with nature all at once. At times hiking becomes a kind of walking meditate, just as those who meditate while walking the path of a labyrinth. I always begin with a silent prayer. It could be for guidance, to ask the Gods for a sign, or simply to thank them for this day, this moment of being alive. About halfway through the trail I came across a deer. It appeared out of nowhere, one minute I was alone the next the doe was just here. Usually they will run away immediately but this one simply stood watching me. After a few moments I slowly walked further down the path towards the doe. We stood just a few feet apart quietly watching one another. Then above us a crow called out. It flew past us then circles to perch in a tree behind the doe. In that moment I could feel the presence of the Morrigan and Cernunnos fill and radiate through me. There were no divine revelations, no epiphanies, just a beautiful sense of connection. A moment later another hiker came down the trail and the doe startled ran into the brush, and the magick of the moment was broken. While I connect with the divine during ritual it is moments like this that I love the most. To truly live our spirituality, to truly be Seekers, we must learn to find the Gods both during the dance of ritual and when we are dripping sweating on an ordinary autumn day.