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Ogham Transpositions: Trees

First, before I say anything else:

THE OGHAM IS NOT A TREE CALENDAR OR A TREE ALPHABET

Right?  Okay, got that?  I'm here to talk about a tree list, which is one of many many types of ogham lists (including lists for things like hunting dogs and sows and other livestock).  It's just a list.  Some of the letter names are trees yes but they aren't all trees.  And on the tree list they are a few things we might not we'd normally consider trees - there are shrubs and vines and things too, okay.  But since part of what I'm doing in my work with ogham is integrating it into my larger practice, which is very tied to the land in which I live (the Chesapeake Bay Watershed), I would be remiss if I didn't explain my own list of trees (and shrubs and vines) that are native to my own region.  But pleasepleaseplease pay more attention to the Bríatharogaim (the "word oghams", or kennings, which you can find translated elsewhere online, promise) instead of just going off of "tree vibes", yeah?  These are supplemental.

Okay, now that you've all read my disclaimer and agreed (haha), a little backstory.  Some of the ogham feda have more than one tree in the surviving sources, so I'll list out both where I'm aware of that, and I'll indicate which one I "picked" or was guided to by my interactions with the spirit of that fid, by underlining it below.  But as I built my list it became obvious to me early on that I wasn't building out a single tree list but rather a list of tree triads.  In some cases, one of the trees will be native to only the Great Lakes region (where I was born) and one will be native to the Chesapeake Bay region (where I now reside) and one will be native to both.  Where possible, all three are native to my current region. But this is an ongoing process, and this blog will be a sort of time capsule: this is a snapshot of my relationship with trees and with land and with the ogham Today. But rivers keep flowing and slowly changing the landscape.  Also, I'm going to give the latin names (as best as I can manage) of the trees for clarity, and I'll add in my personal kennings again just for reference (mostly my own reference, but maybe it will help explain why I picked some of the trees I picked, since I'm otherwise not really getting into the very personal Whys).

Ogham Tree Lists

Beith - Beginning Healing

Traditional: birch (silver birch, Betula pendula)

My Triad: paper birch (B. papyrifera), sweet birch (B. lenta), sugar maple (Acer saccharum)

 

Luis - Lush Vibrancy

Traditional: rowan (Sorbus aucuparia), or elm

My Triad: mountain ash (S. americana), silky dogwood (Cornus amomum), flowering dogwood (C. florida)

 

Fearn - Fierce Protection

Traditional: alder (Alnus glutinosa)

My Triad: speckled alder (A. incana), smooth alder (A. serrulata), american elm (Ulmus americana)

 

Saille - Cyclical Currents

Traditional: willow (white wilow, Salix alba)

My Triad: black willow (S. nigra), silver maple (Acer saccharinum), eastern cottonwood (Populus deltoides)

 

Nin - Knotted Weaving

Traditional: ash, or nettle
[Note: after guidance from the spirit I settled on a nontraditional: spindle tree, Euonymus europaeus; see Onn. I retained nettle in my herb list, however.]

My Triad: strawberry bush (E. americanus), eastern wahoo (E. atropurpureus), blue ash (Fraxinus quadrangulata)

 

hÚath - Humanity's Hedge

Traditional: hawthorn/whitethorn (Crataegus monogyna)

My Triad: mayhaw (C. aestivalis or possibly an indigenous form of C. monogyna... they hybridize easily and how many species there are is in fact hotly contested as far as I can tell!), honey locust (Gleditsia triacanthos), common prickly-ash (Zanthoxylum americanum)

 

Dair - Dignified Steadyness

Traditional: oak (common european oak, Quercus robur)

My Triad: white oak (Q. alba), red oak, (Q. rubra), shagbark hickory (Carya ovata)

 

Tinne - Tested Resolve

Traditional: holly (common holly, Ilex aquifolium), or elder

My Triad: american holly (Ilex opaca), mountain holly (I. mucronata), american barberry (Berberis canadensis)

 

Coll - Canny Guidance

Traditional: hazel (Corylus avellana)

My Triad: american hazel (C. americana), american black walnut (Juglans nigra), pecan (Carya illinoinensis)

 

Ceirt - Queer Wit

Traditional: apple (Malus sylvestris, the wild european apple); also sometimes holly, rowan, aspen

My Triad: american crabapple (M. coronaria), common persimmon (Diospyros virginiana), american pawpaw (Asimina triloba)

 

Muin - Madly Intoxicated

Traditional: grapevine, or bramble (Rubus fruticosus)

My Triad: northern dewberry (R. flagellaris), american red raspberry (R. strigosus), american wild grape (Vitis riparia)

 

Gort - Growing Continually

Traditional: ivy (Hedera hibernica)

My Triad: woodvamp (Decumaria barbara), cross-vine (Bignonia capreolata), virginia creeper (Parthenocissus quinquefolia)

 

nGétal - Yesterday's Wounds

Traditional: broom (Cytisus scoparius); also reed or fern

My Triad: cattail (Typha latifolia), broomsedge (Andropogon virginicus), pointed broomsedge (Carex scoparia)

 

Straif - Strengthening Changes

Traditional: blackthorn (Prunus spinosa), or willowbrake

My Triad: canadian plum (P. nigra), osage orange (Maclura pomifera), sweetgum (Liquidambar styraciflua)

 

Ruis - Raging Fires

Traditional: elderberry (Sambucus nigra), or bogberry, fern

My Triad: american black elderberry (S. canadensis), red mulberry (Morus rubra), wild raisin (Viburnum cassinoides)

 

Ailm - All Timeliness

Traditional: pine (scots pine, Pinus sylvestris) or fir

My Triad: longleaf pine (P. palustris), red pine (P. resinosa), eastern hemlock (Tsuga canadensis)

 

Onn - Onward Momentum

Traditional: gorse, furze, or ash (Fraxinus excelsior)
[Note: since this spirit was very clear they should be ash, and I didn't want ash twice, I went back after to talk to Nin and we settled on spindle]

My Triad: white ash (F. americana), green ash (F. pennsylvanica), american basswood (Tilia americana)

 

Uir - Unending Cycles

Traditional: heather (Culluna vulgaris) or whitethorn

My Triad: wild blueberry (Vaccinium angustifolium), virginia mountain mint (Pycnanthemum virginianum), wintergreen teaberry (Gaultheria procumbens)

 

Édad - Ending Mundanity

Traditional: aspen (Populus tremula), yew, or "test tree"

My Triad: quaking aspen (P. tremuloides), largetooth aspen (P. grandidentata), tulip poplar (Liriodendron tulipifera)

 

Idad - Indelible Memories

Traditional: yew (Taxus baccu), or service tree, juniper

My Triad: juniper (Juniperus communis), eastern white cedar (Thuja occidentalis), black spruce (Picea mariana)

Ogham Impressions: Fourth Aicme

If you haven't read the introduction to the first aicme, maybe go read that first and return, because today I'm just launching straight into the fourth aicme.

I associate Ailm with the winter, and from that, with Samhain, and then the rest of the aicme with winter and with the north, though again as far as I know there is no direct historical support for that.  I'm also adding in some keywords that come from my personal understanding of each fid that I've developed in my studies, but again, these are to be taken as one person's opinion, not fact.

 

Ailm – All Timeliness

Spirit: a bearded, hunched over old man, but with trickster vibes. Long white beard, robes a dingy greyish white and faded dark green, bald, light colored eyes (possibly green-grey), walking with a staff.  Reminiscent of Old Man Winter illustrations.

Keywords: a cry, a groan, a shout; branches creaking in wind and popping in ice; tip of your tongue, the moment before insight, brink of discovery; epiphany, eureka moment; clearing clutter out of the way to make room for insight, removing the extraneous so the pattern can be recognized; metacognition and self-improvement work; sovereignty and its importance; beginning of a legacy, head of a family, an important or exalted ancestor, a progenitor; ploughing metaphors, clearing away what will impede crops, readying the soil for planting, planning for the far future; looks to the far future but also the far past and recognizes the repeating patterns therein; certainty, integrity, clarity of purpose, a strong sense of self; applying knowledge and wisdom won through long experience and good judgement.

 

Onn – Onward Momentum

Spirit: androgynous, ash tree dryad

Keywords: movement, travel; going where you feel called, seeking your fortune, following your heart; heading towards one’s heart’s desire, toward self-actualization, self-realization, success; seeker, pilgrimage; take the good with the bad, the honey with the thorns; the continual work of study, or of relationships; buckling down for the long haul, perseverance, sustainability; building for the future; don’t take the path of least resistance, take the path that’s necessary and overcome obstacles as they appear, the only way out is through; moving with a clear goal/purpose even if the entire path is not yet clear; a need for action and movement instead of more strategizing, any way forward is better than stagnancy;

 

Uir – Unending Cycles

Spirit: grandmotherly, but a bit like the grandmother from the Halloweentown movies*, grey hair, light skin, brown eyes, seems almost human, but that “almost” is very key – no longer human but not distinctly one of the Dead, either. Crone Energy, but back still very straight and limbs very strong.

Keywords: half-wild places, useful “weeds”; living in harmony with your local ecosystem; land spirits and nature spirits; gardening and foraging; practicality, pragmatism, thrift, waste not want not, frugality, poverty; bodily death, graves, decay; ancestors, grief; untilled soil, a field left to lie fallow to renew the soil, crop rotation; our own fallow times, and rotation in our own lives to avoid burnout; slow earth cycles, the “longue durée”; nostalgia, honeyed memories, rose colored glasses; preparatory work, getting organized so you can do things later, getting ready to get ready; the inevitability of change and death, but also the inevitability of new life to take its place; reincarnation.

* Not kidding, unfortunately! Sometimes spirits just like a face we’ve already got in our heads, for aesthetic and associations.  Which is why everyone sees the gods a little differently!

 

Edad – Ending Mundanity

Spirit: shifting between and blending two forms. First, a washer woman, a bit chubby but with dense muscles beneath, in wet clothes, with light brown hair and hazel eyes, her light complexion reddened by exertion. Second, a skeletal-thin feminine spectre with corpse-grey skin wearing wispy rags. Neither time was there blood, but she wasn’t actively washing. Very Washer at the Ford vibes.

Keywords: death, ghosts, ancestors, deathwork, hauntings; wisdom from those who have passed on, mediumship, spiritwork; entheogens and similar spiritual tools and practices; mystical or occult initiation, especially when sudden or unexpected; moving out of the realm of “normal” experiences and being forever marked as changed by this; nothing will ever be the same again; near death experiences and the epiphanies they bring; piercing the veil, the second sight; destruction of the old self to make way for the new, dismemberment healings, a need to leave your old ways behind; initiatory crisis; an unavoidable turning point or pivot point; important personal gnosis; the beginning of the path of a mystic or a witch.

 

Idad – Indelible Memories

Spirit: elderly looking feminine yew dryad, with berries in her long hair

Keywords: Old age, the process of growing old, and elders in your communities; infirmity, deathbed, the process of dying; ancestors and ancestor work; long-lived, long life, survival, endurance, permanence; death bringing only a new beginning; cemeteries and graveyards; sagely advice, wisdom and culture being passed down to younger generations, enduring folkways, the fragility of oral tradition; generational and family line talents, blessings, curses; genetic inheritance and epigenetics; inheritance of all types; maturity, guarding the future, looking to the past to plan for the future; look at the big picture; wait for the correct time to act; slow change and transitions; gateway to the lands of the dead; the truth of the past and of a life, as seen in retrospect, hindsight; reflection on one’s past to trace the patterns revealed; things coming to a final end, families that have died out, folkways that have been lost.

 

And that's the last one!  Though I might do one on the forfeda, and I might share a few more lists later, if there's interest.

Ogham Impressions: Third Aicme

If you haven't read the introduction to the first aicme, maybe go read that first and return, because today I'm just launching straight into the third aicme.

I associate Muin with Lughnasadh and the early autumn, when grapes and blackberries both ripen, and thus the rest of the aicme with that season as well and with the west, though again as far as I know there is no direct historical support for that.  I'm also adding in some keywords that come from my personal understanding of each fid that I've developed in my studies, but again, these are to be taken as one person's opinion, not fact.

 

Muin – Madly Intoxicated

Spirit: fat (kinda Venus of Willendorf but more androgynous?), naked, reddish brown skin, either intersex or a sex-fluid shapeshifter (unclear if my focus not good or actually shifting form), short and close-cropped brown curly/coily hair, brown eyes with a twinkle of mischief.

Keywords: wine, mead, alcohol and drunkenness, in vino veritas, intoxication; release, loose tongue, uninhibited; ecstasy, passion, the heat of the moment; voice, communication, gossip, chatter, but also deep conversations; communication breakthrough or breakdown, misunderstanding; deception, flattery, manipulation, ruse, half truths, insincerity, skilled deception; heart on one’s sleeve; emotional knowledge, communication about or from emotional states, emotional literacy or lack thereof; a need for discernment.

 

Gort – Growing Continually

Spirit: masculine, the strongman build (dense muscles with a layer of fat over it, not bodybuilder type), light skin reddened/tanned by the sun, farmer or rancher vibes, wearing an open vest, brown leather, with no shirt beneath, and cloth pants, and a black-brown duster jacket (leather or cloth unclear), small bone colored bull horns peeking out of chestnut colored short wavy hair, brown eyes, seemed to have a tail.

Keywords: cultivation, farmstead, gardening; planting and minding things now for a later harvest; tenacity, determination, reaching upwards and getting there by any means necessary; domestic, hospitality; feasting, abundance, nourishment, food; the delights of friends and family (not the obligations), siblings especially; evergreen, fecundity, fertility; creation of sanctuary, cultivation of one’s home place; short term plans.

 

nGétal – Yesterday’s Wounds

Spirit: male, almost androgynized by extreme old age: crinkled, wrinkled, wizened, papery skin, age spots, but still surprising strength to his grip. Short and hunched, wearing a worn cloak – not quite threadbare but clearly long-used. Long pointed fingernails like claws. “Ugly” he insisted.

Keywords: healing, especially with water, folk healing ways, home remedies, folk herbalism; smoke healing, smoke cleansing; healing as removal, removing that which doesn’t serve, surgery; healing as a process, taking care not to let a wound fester; accidental wounds or those gained in conflict; physical cleansing and mundane cleaning; physicians and healers; letting an illness run its course; practical measures; doing mundane work alongside the magical and otherworldly; elf shot and related illnesses, and the curing thereof; removing stagnancy, improving circulation; ruminations and overcoming them.

 

Straif – Strengthening Changes

Spirit: slim, feminine, hair almost white with pale purple tones, long and straight. Skin moonlight white also with purple grey undertones, eyes dark purple. Wearing a sleeveless floor length dress that was so dark a shade of purple it looked black at first. How I might picture a luantishee.

Keywords: thorn, reminds me of thurisaz; protection as offensive action, holding your boundaries by any means (including violence); aggressive, combative, intense; a need to take stock of your defenses and strategize, increasing your defenses after they are breached; rising to a challenge, learning a hard lesson, what you learn and become after facing adversity; turning the tables partway through a conflict and thus coming out on top; banework, occult, “left hand path”, secrecy; transformation as a process: pressure and heat creating a new material; expectations are different from reality, expect the unexpected; a period of intense work and growth, referring to problems you’re currently going through, or a warning that there are some on the horizon.

 

Ruis – Raging Fires

Spirit: A bit like a satyr but bovine. Male, naked, with a broad chest and a round belly. Russet chest hair, slightly darker head hair, small brown eyes, round face with small bull horns on top of his head.  Lower half sort of furred, like a red highland cow; hooves, tail. Big smile.

Keywords: blushing, shame, guilt, embarrassment; past mistakes, learning from the past; transforming trauma, overcoming insecurities; wisdom coming from experience and age; heat, fever from emotion or illness, hot bloodedness; a hot temper, rage, frenzy, flaring into anger; lust, passion, arousal; primal energies, extreme emotional states, intense emotions whether positive or negative; struggle for dominance, struggle against authority or oppression; dysregulation, mental illnesses that affect emotional regulation, coming back into proper regulation; may intensify nearby feda.

 

Sorry this one was late look for the fourth aicme at the end of the week!

Ogham Impressions: Second Aicme

If you haven't read the introduction to the first aicme, maybe go read that first and return, because today I'm just launching straight into the second aicme.

I associate hÚath with Bealtaine personally, from the association with hawthorn which blooms around then, and from that I associate the entire aicme with the Summer and the South, though again as far as I know there is no direct historical support for that.  I'm also adding in some keywords that come from my personal understanding of each fid that I've developed in my studies, but again, these are to be taken as one person's opinion, not fact.

 

hÚath – Humanity’s Hedge

Spirit: Feminine, so bright and beautiful she hurt to look at (this is how I experience a lot of the Gentry among the Aos Sidhe), with a sort of crystalline quality that’s hard to describe, and almost colorless, with white-bordering-on-gold skin and hair (crayon white, not human “white”), hints of ruby in eyes, lips.

Keywords: transitions, liminality; the fair folk, the unseen, the otherworlds and otherworldly beings; beauty hiding danger, horror hiding help, things not being what they seem, illusions; thorns preventing forward progress, hedges keeping things out as much as keeping you in; risk, chaos, anxiety, heart-pounding fear, nightmares; predators, and protection against them; fertility with the shadow of death; everything has a cost; a difficult and narrow path forward.

 

Dair – Dignified Steadyness

Spirit: Looked like an ent from Lord of the Rings, maybe 9ft tall? And vaguely masculine. Not bearded and not thin, unlike Treebeard in the movies – stout and strong and solid instead, like an oak with an enormous trunk.

Keywords: strength, especially for protection; the protection of solid walls and bolted doors; steadfastness, stability, unshakeable; rock solid foundations, legacy, longevity, building for the future; unyielding, enduring; patience, maturity; kingship and sacred kings; justice, law, righteousness; wisdom, deep truths and truth revealed; grounding, anchor; aging well, slow growth, the march of time; the strength of a community joined together.

 

Tinne – Tested Resolve

Spirit: vaguely humanoid but very androgynous; a bit like a dryad/satyr chimera.  Holly leaves and goat hooves and horns on their head that might be goat horn or might be thorns, very red lips and eyes.

Keywords: fire-hardened, forged, transformed by heat and pressure, steel tested in fire; transformation and transmutation; defensive, protective, guarding; prickly, holding at arm’s length; adversity and overcoming it, trials, meeting challenges; a phoenix rising from ashes, new growth after a forest fire but also the destructive catalyst; stripping away inessentials, back to the basics; training hard, mastery through dedication; martial arts, weaponry, warcraft; self-control, self-discipline, self-denial; a trial by fire, running a gauntlet; a likeliness you’ll emerge from this stronger, not broken.

 

Coll – Canny Guidance

Spirit: another dryad, but this one is femme and much more plump than usual depictions (more like Sergle’s art), with a round wide face and broad shoulders, hazelnut brown skin, green-brown eyes, wearing green maybe-leather clothing cut like a sleeveless crop top and skort but clearly not od human make.  Had a sort of warm and happy vibe, though it’s clear there’s more serious depth behind the smile.

Keywords: Deep wells of wisdom, knowledge, scholarly learning; enlightenment, insight; mysteries understood, the sweetness of a puzzle solved; integration of lessons learned; inspiration, communion, vision, revelation, imbas; initiatory paths; prophecy through unraveling patterns, seeing and reading the flow of fate/wyrd; going where life takes you, following the flow, trusting your path; stillness, silence, contemplation, the monastic, the hermit, the blind sage archetype; magic made through application of secret knowledge, the occult, esoteric; guidance from one’s spirit guides and allies, wise counsel sought and received.

 

Ceirt – Queer Wit

Spirit: corpse-pale greyish skinned woman dressed in rags that were once a white gown but are now dirty grey, like an illustration of a banshee, face that was not young and not old, sort of ageless, dark hair and eyes, wearing a veil, faded flowers in her hair (possibly a bridal outfit like the movie Corpse Bride?), wailing and shrieking and shaking when she first showed up.

Keywords: dead, mad, or a poet; crossing into the Otherworlds or land of the Dead; no guarantee you’ll come through your current trials unscathed; apples of life, apple branches of healing, both sweet domesticated and wild sour thorny apples; the possibility of renewal, transformation, or becoming broken by the process; possible deception, confusion, or obfuscation; falling off the bandwagon, relapse, and the lower half of a cycle, both the descent and turning the corner; anxiety, fear, burnout, as well as being overwhelmed by and struggling with these; mental illness, nervous breakdowns, madness; a need to balance both traditional and alternative approaches to medicine and healing.

 

Look for the third aicme in about a week!

Ogham Impressions: First Aicme

A couple of weeks ago (ah, how time flies) I commented on someone else's post about ogham that some of my understandings were similar, and it spawned a brief conversation about how my understanding came about, and then I promised to share some of my insights... and then, well.  Life happened.  Samhain happened.  And now here I am in the second half of November, finally getting some of it down on paper and screen.  I'll start with a little background, though, on my personal study of ogham.

I don't recall when I first heard of ogham, but I can be almost certain that it was in the sense of the "alphabet of trees" or "tree calendar", both of which are pretty misleading. My first real contact with ogham, besides lists of trees that had more new age material than Irish material, was probably in one of Raven Edgewalker's classes at Sacred Space.  They do use the tree list pretty heavily (they're a plant witch after all) but, importantly, they explained that the tree list was only one list out of several, and that the ogham was, at its core, an alphabet of sounds, a framework from which to create poetry. That sounded much more interesting to me than just an oracle of trees, but it wasn't until I got my hands on a copy of Erryn Rowan Laurie's book Weaving Word Wisdom and found part of the Scholar's Primer (Auraicept na n-Éces) online that I started to truly understand what that meant.  Even after I'd read both books and bought a set of staves and started trying to study them on my own, however, I was still finding them to be a bit difficult to connect with. So when I had the chance to go to a ritual on connecting to Ogma and the ogham, I went.  Long story short, Ogma told me that he would not be teaching me the ogham "again", and that I'd have to put in the effort to really connect.  I think it was his nudge or guidance that helped me discover the 6 month intensive I ended up taking through the Irish Pagan School, though, and I am very grateful for that little bit of help.

In the IPS intensive, there were three parts to the study of every letter (called a "fid"): first, we read the corresponding sections in both Laurie's book (which I mentioned above) and John-Paul Patton's The Poet's Ogham.  Then, there was an hour or so of video lecture that went into the Briatharogham (also known as the "word ogham") in more depth, including some cultural nuances that might not be obvious to people who aren't immersed in Irish culture (that is to say: not the diaspora, those are two distinct cultures at this point).  The third part was a guided meditation journey to connect with the spirit of that particular fid, and it was those exchanges in journey space that really helped my connection with ogham flourish to the point that I felt I understood it enough to include it in my practice.  Each spirit helped me come up with a two-word kenning (in English, alas — perhaps in the future I'll have a good enough grasp of Irish), and gave me a staff in exchange for the gift I brought.  Many also gave me insight into other lists on that first journey — lists of plants and birds and even types of magic, that I've been developing for my own practice with their help.  I probably could have connected to the feda (plural of fid) if I had thought to try, but the curriculum developed by the IPS was really helpful for increasing my understanding of the historical materials, and actually managing to do the work in a timely manner!  I highly recommend it to anyone interested in deepening their connection to the ogham.

Back to the present, I started typing out the kennings and the descriptions of how the spirits appeared to me, and even without sharing the lists of trees and herbs and birds and types of magic, it got pretty long, so for today I'll just give you the first Aicme, the first set of 5.  If there's interest, I'm happy to share some of my personal lists later.

I associate Beithe with Imbolc personally, and from that association I associate the entire aicme with the Spring and the East, though as far as I know there is no direct historical support for that.  I'm also adding in some keywords that come from my personal understanding of each fid that I've developed in my studies, but again, these are to be taken as one person's opinion, not fact.

 

Beithe - Beginning Healing

Spirit: humanoid, slightly femme-of center, looked like a common depiction of a birch dryad (birchbark patterned skin, “hair” that’s twigs and moss, etc)

Keywords: new beginnings and trailblazing; cleansing and purification (and those as sources of healing); herbal healing and herb lore; conception, pregnancy, and birth both physically and metaphorically; serenity and tranquility; hope for the future

 

Luis – Lush Vibrancy

Spirit: humanoid, androgynous, also dryad-like, but shifting shape between several trees/plants

Keywords: lush greenery, vivid greens (physical and metaphorical); vibrant flame, shining light (again, physical and metaphorical); life force; growth, mastery; enlightenment, inspiration; intense, splendid, excellent; power and therefore also sorcery/magic

 

Fearn – Fierce Protection

Spirit: humanoid, something like a satyr, but from the lower leg, not the waist. I’m unclear if the hooves are bovine or cervine or what. Masculine in appearance with a broad chest, chestnut colored hair and some facial hair, but body hair not obvious despite not wearing a shirt (yes wearing pants that stopped at the knee though).  Horns also, but again unclear besides that they curled from the side of the head. Kind of a battle frenzy vibe.

Keywords: protection, defense, guarding; walls and shields (and metaphorically, boundaries and emotional walls and from there to stoicism and repression); necessary/unavoidable bloodshed or “egg cracking”; activism, reactive violence; the path of a warrior, first responders, vanguard; chivalry and also machismo in some cases.

 

Saille – Cyclical Currents

Spirit: humanoid, feminine – like a depiction of a “willowmaid”, so another more dryad-like spirit, drooping twig “hair”

Keywords: flowing water, tides, currents, eddies, the water cycle; rivers, underground springs, natural wells; repeated travel (esp in boats or across water, metaphorically repeated otherworldly travel); the underworld and grief; healing that happens slowly over time, grief fading in time, cycles of healing from trauma; clearing blockages and dams slowly (and metaphorically, emotional blockages); learning to let go, flexibility, lightness, unburdening your heart; emotional ebbs and flows, mood regulation and self regulation; subconscious mind; bodily cycles (such as menstruation or other hormonal cycles; also the ebbs and flows of chronic illnesses both physical and mental)

 

Nin – Knotted Weaving

Spirit: shifting through many forms at first, a commentary on my preconceived notions?  Settled on something that reminded me a bit of a warrior queen, vaguely like the Wonder Woman movie (2017) but with bark armour and leaves in her short hair, carrying a knotted net, a spear, and a spool of twine and had me help fix a piece of weaving on a loom, untangling and reweaving.

Keywords: fiber arts as magical arts (spinning, weaving, knot tying, knitting etc); fate-weaving, creating better futures; planning for a common future and working towards a common goal; community weaving, social contracts, networking, social support systems; negotiation, mediation, cooperation, and diplomacy; group governance, lawmaking, society-shaping.

 

I hope this was interesting for some of you.  Look for the next aicme next week!

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Samhain Season Reflections

I had vague plans for Oíche Shamhna — beyond the usual handing out candy as my husband took the kiddo trick or treating — but after an October where I was sick and then my husband got sick and stayed sick, and then I finally got the new covid vaccine (which, predictably, tanked me for a week), plans did not solidify and materialize beyond brief prayers.

Normally, that would have upset me, and I would have felt guilty for not being a better descendant to my ancestors and devotee to my deities, but instead I woke up on the first of November having had a profound dream, and very shortly after waking I was visited by a messenger from the High Court associated with the Chesapeake Bay watershed.  I hadn't done work, but work had come to me.  The dream featured Angrboda — a jotun goddess(1) who is perhaps best known as the other parent of Loki's most famous children: Hela, Fenris, and Jormungandr — teaching me to spin seidr with flax.  I will need to go see her again to get the rest of it cemented in my mind, but the flax I bought online that day is coming in the mail.  The messenger had news of a more personal nature for me (which is still something I haven't quite gotten used to), acknowledging the fulfillment of a contract.

If you had told me ten years ago that in ten years' time I would be up to my neck in Otherworldly conflict and politics, I wouldn't have believed you.  Sure, I interacted with my Local Fair Folk then, but primarily the less powerful ones that wander about a bit, not the Gentry.  But here I am and here I'll stay for good or ill.  As John Beckett said recently: "sharpen the swords you have".  This work is the sword I have, and I'll do it to the best of my ability, though I'll caution anyone else considering following this path that this is not a job you can just quit.(2)

In the intervening decade, I've interacted more and more with the Gentry — first those closest to my house wherever I was living, and then as time went on and I became more involved with the Court and Queen I serve in the Otherworlds, I was finding that I needed to "check in at the embassy" in every new territory before I did more than the smallest instinctive magics, which meant needing offerings for the local Gentry every time I went to any kind of pagan event, from a major conference like Mystic South or Sacred Space, to a small backyard holiday gathering at a friend's house.

And as I've done these check-ins, I've met more and more courts(3) who seem to be embroiled in the Otherworldly conflict that is part of The Great War, The Storm, Tower Time — whatever you'd like to call it.  (I've taken to calling it the "Strife-Storm", recently, because it does seem to shift and build and release like weather. Although I was one of those who talked about it back in March under the term "Great War", that didn't fit as well once I took it out of Irene Glasse's metaphor and applied it to the Otherworldly conflicts I was seeing, but I didn't have better words back then!  We'll see if "Strife-Storm" sticks, because I do really want a term to talk about the conflict itself, within the sort of larger context of Tower Time.)  Part of my work for my Court is connecting with some of these courts I'm encountering, and doing some work to establish something like diplomatic ties that are grounded in this world, as well.

I've been tasked with keeping up these connections with semi-regular contact and offerings, and the picture on this blog is of my recently reorganized shrine, with most of the main courts I interact with all brought together.  There are candles, and a few "tokens" (the pins and ring, all symbols of pledges made) and one little statuette of a husband and wife gnome kissing... That was a very specific request from the King and Queen of the High Court associated with the. I had asked how they wanted to be represented on my shrine; let it never be said that the fae don't have a sense of humor!  The candle I used (and will continue using) for the Pleiades Cycle is on top of a box of trinkets and jewelry which has been the center point of my fairy shrine for most of the past decade.  The rose candle is for the Queen of my immediate local area, and the two large candles are for the Monarchs of Spring and Autumn of the High Court associated with the Chesapeake Bay watershed.

In my last blog about the Strife-Storm, I mentioned battles, and those are ongoing but either less frequent, or I am less frequently aware of my part in them, which is more of a relief than anything else.  Waking up feeling drained, tired, and sore with bruises I don't remember having is one thing; getting flashbacks of battlefield carnage I never saw with my physical eyes is quite another, and I'd very much prefer the first.  But in general things seem to be more at an uneasy standstill by me.  I heard reports of weirdness elsewhere during the last solar eclipse, which I suppose makes a certain amount of sense, as the forces my allies are fighting against seem to be held at bay by solar energy. I do not know what to expect in the coming dark season, but it's always best to be prepared.  And that's really what this week ended up being, for me: a time to contemplate the work of the summer, and to prepare for the work of the winter.

 

  1. Look, we can debate terminology and theology later in the comments if you like.  But people pray to her and she answers, and that's goddess enough for me.
  2. You quit the Gentry just about the same way you quit the Mafia, which is to say: you're in for life (and in the case of the Gentry, potentially after death too: word to the wise).  
  3. Here using the loose meaning of the word "court": just a group of some vague cohesion.
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Suggestions for Protection During Otherworldly High Tides

This blog is a sort of sequel to my last one, because while Irene Glasse covered how to fight for Hope in the human world better than I could, when Morgan Daimler wrote about their own experiences with the Otherworldly War, they included some advice their Folk had given them regarding protection, and I realized I hadn’t touched on that at all! Oops!

Morgan wrote:

For my own part my Other have strongly emphasized the power of solar symbols and things like gold, amber, red stones, for protection. They have repeatedly encouraged heavy duty cleansing of a spiritual nature and to stay on guard against unseen spirit dangers.

And while I can’t now recall if I first heard the solar advice from them or from Seo Helrune, it’s definitely something I’ve since incorporated into my protection work, particularly last summer after I got elf-shot and ended up with Covid. But I’ll come back to that. First, let’s talk about generally recommended apotropaic items and substances (the word “apotropaic” means “able to avert evil influence and bad luck”) and how spirit relationships can help protect you. Ha, people who read my series on home protection are not surprised to see that second part, I’m sure! This blog is also sort of a sequel to that, but focused on personal protection, instead.

First the big three: Iron, Salt, and Fire. These are traditional, they’re fairly cross-cultural though fire is by far more universal as it’s been used around the globe. Iron is considered the best protection against fairies in Irish lore, and you’ll see the term “cold iron” sometimes with a variety of explanations as to what that means, but really it’s just an old way of saying “cold steel” which is nowadays a gun but really just means “a weapon made of steel”. So “cold iron” is just any sharp thing made of iron or steel. I do find that stainless steel blades work just fine, but in my personal experience there seems to be something a bit more potent in something made by hand. I have a collection of hand-forged nails — which are pointy enough to be a deterrent but not obviously-a-weapon enough to be offensive to my Locals if they’re kept in my bag — that I can use to set up a circle or barrier if needed, and my spouse has a ritual knife we bought from an artisan blacksmith made out of a railroad tie. My favorite example of fire as a purification and protection is probably the traditions of driving cattle through a fire or between two fires to protect from disease and enchantment, but most people are familiar with the uses of salt and fire, and there’s a ton of information out there on them, so I’m sort of going to just leave it there and move on instead of repeating what other people have explained more in depth.

Other common materials include: silver, certain crystals, hagstones, and protective and purifying plants. Silver is of course well known from pop-culture, being effective against werewolves, some vampires, and a host of other movie and video game monsters. Depending on whom you ask, it is associated with either moonlight or starlight as well, and on a scientific level, silver has some antimicrobial properties. Personally, silver is one of the materials I used to always reach for first, because I also find that it works well with my personal magic style. Again depending on whom you ask, there are dozens of protective crystals and semi-precious gemstones, and I don’t have space to really talk about all of them in depth here, but a few of my favorites are: obsidian, black tourmaline, tiger’s eye/tiger iron, and hematite (although that’s easier to find if you look for lab-grown, and I don’t find there to be much of a difference magically, as most of the stones I find are a little disoriented from being dug up and transported around the world anyhow). Hagstones (also called “holey stones”) are any type of stone with a natural hole formation going all the way through — these are commonly found on beaches and riverbanks (though you shouldn’t take them from anywhere it’s not permitted, like a national park), but they can also be purchased online. They’ve got a long history of lore in Ireland and Britain, and again I’m going to suggest you go read about that elsewhere as I’m trying to be brief! There is again a huge possible list of plants, but I tend to use plants that are known for being both protective and purifying, like mugwort and juniper. Generally I burn them and use the smoke, but I’ve also made oil infusions and tinctures and water-based sprays, depending on what I’m doing. When I’m settling into a new house, I like to clean the windows with a water and vinegar based spray that has a little sea salt and an herb sprig in it, just to cover my bases. Some plants are said to be both used by witches/fairies and also to protect against baneful magic when they’re prepared a certain way, like rowan twig crosses made with red thread, which are said to ward off the Fair Folk.

Similar to the rowan crosses, there are also apotropaic items that get their power from their form and not the material they are made from. Some examples of these are the nazar (also known as the “evil eye”, which is commonly seen as jewelry), Pennsylvania Dutch barn hex signs, and blessed religious jewelry (such as Catholic saint medallions). We pagans can of course make our own amulets and blessed jewelry with the imagery of our own faith(s).

However — and here’s the point at which we move back into the Otherworldly Tides discussion and UPG-land — some of these seem not to work well against the unhael newcomers. Which is where the solar suggestions come in. Instead of iron or silver, think gold (especially yellow gold). Use solar-aligned gemstones and minerals like rutile quartz, amber, carnelian, and pyrite. For solar-aligned plants, think yellow or orange flowers or anything heliotropic, or look for solar plants in Culpeper’s Herbal (Project Gutenberg version available here) or other magical herb books. I suggest starting with angelica, St John’s wort, bay laurel, rue, sunflowers, or marigolds. I’ve acquired a few gold-plated sun charms, like might be used as pendants for necklaces, or on charm bracelets, and that’s an inexpensive way to acquire a little gold jewelry to bless or enchant into an amulet. I think it might work even better on a gold-plated chain, and if a charm of the sun isn’t really your aesthetic, consider sunflowers or bees instead.

Alas, I have a lot of metal sensitivities, and I can’t usually wear gold unless it’s very low carat white gold because that’s usually blended with one of the metals I can tolerate: rhodium. But that’s not solar-aligned, and neither is copper, so I went off to look for more solar help and ended up reading notes on some old alchemical correspondences, and as it turns out Platinum was thought to be a combination of gold and silver back then and was therefore associated with both the sun and the moon! So I went looking for a (relatively) inexpensive platinum plated chain, and I found one, bought it, enchanted it into a shield, and started doing experiments. I wore it while wandering around in the Otherworlds and when I was called on to do some guardian work and when I ran into some unhael beings, and while I can’t say if it’ll work well for anyone else, it worked really well for me! Gold doesn’t work well with my magic, either (which may or may not be related to my metal sensitivity) but platinum worked just as well for me as silver does, which was very exciting. And while I was doing the guardian work one of the times I got elf-shot at again and that time — instead of piercing all my shielding, making me nearly faint and have convulsions, and leaving me vulnerable to Covid — the arrow itself got lodged in the platinum necklace where it was easy for me to remove and repair the enchantment. It seemed like it was drawn there almost magnetically, and I was pretty amazed!

And then the last part — if you find yourself getting drawn into the Otherworldly part of this Great War, I really think the best way to protect yourself is to throw your lot in with allies who are also fighting and who are willing to protect you. (If you can stay out of it, though, do that!) I mentioned in the first blog that I’ve been drawn in through relationships with my Local Fair Folk, and despite that I still think I’d prefer to have those relationships rather than not. It’s no walk in the park, but trucking with the Fair Folk rarely is. There are sublime moments, but there’s also a lot of difficulty. I tend to give the same warning about this kind of work as I gave above: if you’re not being drawn in, stay out! That’s easier and safer, if you have a choice. I didn’t really have a choice (or rather, the choice was to look into paganism and witchcraft in the first place, and then I believe all roads would have inevitably led here) so I’m making the best of the hand I was dealt.

Hopefully some of the above suggestions will work for ya’ll, and I hope everyone manages to stay safe out there, even when the tides of the Otherworldly War are rising to new levels and spilling over the bulwarks and into our neighborhoods and daily lives.

Bé Chuille and Dinand: My Understanding of Two Obscure Irish Goddesses

If you’re reading this, you’ve probably seen the craft name I use at some point. I generally use my given first name, and a matronymic: Nic Bhé Chuille. This is a name I was told to use more publicly, as I’ve been using the matronymic for a while in the Otherworlds on account of my relationship with a fairy queen I publicly call “Starflower”, who I understand to be the daughter of the goddess Bé Chuille. UPG alert on that whole bit, because there is no lore about Bé Chuille’s children, and honestly UPG alert on most of the rest of this blog, because there just isn’t a lot of lore. So if that’s not your thing, read the next paragraph and then wander off or something.

The lore that we do have for Bé Chuille and Dinand is pretty sparse, and the main myth they appear in is the Lebor Gabála Érenn, commonly called the Book of Invasions in English. They are referred to as “she-farmers” (in most translations) and as daughters of the goddess Flidais near the beginning of the section on the Tuatha Dé Dannan, though the word translated as “she-farmers” bantuathig,¹ may instead mean a type of witch associated with north-turning or anti-clockwise movement (and likely with what we might call cursing and banework), which elsewhere is spelled bantuathaig². In the Cath Maige Tuired, where Lugh asks “his two witches” what power they will bring to the battle, the original text uses the second word/spelling, and most translators give it as “witches”. They respond “We will use our sorcery on the trees and stones and clods of earth, so they will be a host under arms against them and they will flee in fright and terror”.³ Bé Chuille and Dinand also appear in the Banshenchus (Lore of Women), named as sorceresses, along with Nemain, Morrigan, Badb, Macha and Etain, and in the Metrical Dinsenchas (Lore of Places) as adversaries of an evil Greek witch named Carmun. They are probably also meant to be the two “witches of Lugh” who are also called daughters of Flidais in the Oidheadh Chloinne Tuireann (Fate of the Children of Turenn), where he gets revenge on the men who killed his father. And that’s basically it! Not a lot to go on.

So – UPG from here on out.

While the etymology for Bé Chuille’s name isn’t known for sure, and is made more complicated by the fact that Old Irish spelling and diacritical mark usage wasn’t standardized, Morgan Daimler suggests “woman of destruction”,⁴ and while I’m not a trained linguist, I personally wonder if it might not be related to modern Irish cuil, a fly or an angry or aggressive appearance.⁵ Those do seem to fit my experience of her magic – she seems to be particularly adept at magic relating to decay. Partly because of that, I associate her most with the season of autumn. She also seems to specialize in certain types of battle sorcery, especially related to land and to a lesser extent freshwater, as in the Cath Maige Tuired, where she raised the sods of the plain to fight on the side of the Tuatha Dé Danann. When I journey to see her, I meet her most often in a dark autumn pine forest on the edge of a river, and I associate her with those shades of dark green and black-brown, and with thorny thicket plants, fungus, and the cycles of autumn decay. When I see her, she is usually light complexioned, with dark wavy hair. I find her to be intense but somewhat lively, though quick to anger. Devotees of the Morrigan may feel some recognition at her untalkative and yet very expressive manner.

Dinand is possibly even more obscure, as there are three spellings used (Dinand, or Dianann, or Dinann), and it’s very hard to say what the etymological root might be. She is often there when I journey to see her sister, and she seems to be the elder of the two. I see her as light complexioned and dark haired as well, though her hair is thicker and less wavy. I associate her with the same dark autumn pine forest, but she seems to have more affinity with the river running through it, and so her colors in my practice are dark green and dark blue. She seems to also practice destructive magic, and of course the battle sorcery from the Cath Maige Tuired, and I associate her magic with the fierceness of river rapids, the water crashing against large boulders in its path. Like her sister, she is intense, and sparing with her words.

I tend to honor them together most of the time, and for offerings I suggest woodsy scented candles, coniferous or thorny plants, river stones, and I’ve yet to meet an Irish deity that doesn’t like whisky! For non-consumable offerings, maybe try going for a walk in the woods, swimming or boating in a river (safely!), bouldering, cleaning up trash in those areas, removing invasive plants, composting, fermentation, martial arts practice, or mastering a magical skill.

Let me know if you’ve met these goddesses – I’d love to hear others’ experiences! I really haven’t seen much of anyone discuss them in a modern pagan context.


Notes:

  1. Full text is available online here: https://celt.ucc.ie/published/G800011A/text001.html . P. 35
  2. Full text is available online here: https://celt.ucc.ie/published/G300011.html . P. 92
  3. From Morgan Daimler’s translated volume “Cath Maige Tuired: A Full English Translation”, independently published, 2020. Lines 116-117. (Available on Amazon.) See also Daimler’s footnote #77 for more information on “bantuathaig”.
  4. Daimler, “Cath Maige Tuired”, footnote #76.
  5. https://www.teanglann.ie/en/fgb/cuil

A Call to Action

I want you to know that I hesitated to write this blog, Dear Reader.  I want you to know that I have been struggling with it all afternoon and have been turning it around and around in circles in my head because I was afraid of what you might think.  Afraid you might think I’m writing this for the fame, for the drama, because I’m paranoid, because I think I’m the ultimate witch.  But no.  I wouldn’t have written this at all if I hadn’t been called the fuck out by a deck of cards I used to ask Na Morrigna for clarification.  “What should I do?” I asked.  Do I really need to tell others about the working I’ve done?  Do I need to share my UPG?  It’s very, very, deeply, woo.  I had hoped the answer would be No, that They would tell me I’d done enough in bringing the situation to the attention of a few key groups and networks.  But, alas.  “You agreed to be our Priestess.” They said.  “You agreed to help organize the Warriors.” They said.  “So DO YOUR FUCKING JOB.”  I didn’t argue.  I wrote the blog. Here it is.

Today, I got a news alert from NPR.  That is not unusual.  The news alert said that Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsberg had missed a day of arguments.  That is unusual.  Very unusual.  It has never happened before in her entire career.  I immediately had a Bad Feeling, and while I initially thought it was a bad feeling of the usual sort, it remained seared into my brain until I had a quiet moment to check in with my gods and guides and as soon as I was paying attention, they roared DO SOMETHING.  This was not a normal feeling, this was not a normal occurrence – something beyond the mundane had happened.  So, as is my usual inclination, I first sought more information.  I did not have much time just then, so my first dive into trance was shallow, only enough to touch base a little deeper with my allies.  The message they had for me was fairly clear, though: banework had been thrown, likely by a group as a concerted effort, and not only at RBG, but also at Sotomayor and several members of Congress, particularly concentrating on a few newly-elected progressive women of color.  Na Morrigna were also waiting for me, and their message was brief: Activate your Networks.

So, I began to spread the message.  I posted the news article and suggestions or requests for curse-breaking, healing, and protective magical workings, in several different places.  Practice and study groups on facebook, on my witchy tumblrs, even a few private messages.  I kept it close to home, so to speak, within circles where people already know me, and are already more or less familiar with who I am and the work I do.  Some people responded back, and one in particular launched immediately into their own investigation and working, and then discussed with me at length the messages they were receiving – many of which confirmed my own.

My own working had to wait until I had enough time to focus, which did not occur until my toddler went down for a nap. (Ah yes, the joys of stay-at-home parenthood.)  I began with almost a dozen candles to various deities and spirits, including DC land spirits, the Potomac River, my ancestors, and the ancestors of those targeted, with pleas for help and aid.  I’m a devotional polytheist, and that’s where I usually begin.  Bast and Sekhmet as Eyes of Ra.  Be Chuille and Dinand, the sorceresses of the Tuatha De Danann.  The three Morrigna.  Apollo.  Athena Columbia, Elutheria, Dike, Nike.  I pledged, I pleaded, I offered, I cried.

And then I made myself comfortable on my couch, I set up my meditation music, and crossed into the Otherworlds.  I began, as I usually do, in the Waystation, my home in the Otherworlds.  There is a shrine in that space, a sanctuary in the middle of a sanctuary, where the being I call The StarFlower Queen, the Fairy Queen to whom I am bound, does workings Over There.  She joined her powers to what I had begun, and replicated the candles I lit to increase the strength of their call.  She also created protection spell candles for those most severely affected by the baneworking, and stuck them in her eternal flame, to keep them ever-burning until such a time as they are no longer necessary.

Then, we spoke to her mother, Be Chuille, and asked what she could do.  As we have done before on a smaller scale, Be Chuille used my body – my human, incarnated body – as an anchor in time and space, to help Her move more easily to where work needed to be done.  And then move She did: bindings and banework turned to vines in Her hand and then withered, died, and became the damp detritus of the forest floor.  This fed the land spirits, who rose to Her call and ate away larger vines wrapped around buildings, and I came to understand how it had been cast.  The casters knew where the targets would be (the Supreme Court, the Capitol Building) and cast it there to wait to ensnare the targets when they came by.  But I watched Be Chuille remove vines from children, spouses, family members, and supporters as well as representatives – the traps had been set wide and imprecise.  (I wondered, then, if that was a side effect of people casting magic with prayer and intent but without the full knowledge of what they are doing.)  There were so many baneful ropes, though, and Be Chuille was more focused on removing them from those who had not been directly targeted.

Dinand arrived, then, speaking to the spirit I know as the Lady of the Potomac River, a land spirit I consider to be a local goddess. They discussed the need for a storm, for precipitation to help wash the leftover energy away, and to dissolve any that remained after being removed.  When I was back to myself later, I shared that with a fellow practitioner who has a close relationship with Gwyn Ap Nudd and His Wild Hunt, especially as they relate to storms, and they agreed to talk to Him.  I was told that Gwyn agreed there was a need for a cleansing storm, and He reiterated a need for human practitioners to do work alongside His own, to tip the balance.

The StarFlower Queen collected me again then, and she began working more deeply on RBG, Sotomayor, Deb Haaland, Sharice Davids, Ilhan Omar, Rashida Tlaib, Kyrsten Sinema, and perhaps others.  I assisted as she disentangled banework from blessing, and drew the banework out, allowing the blessings to move closer to their skin.  She snipped the fine threads of banework – my brain supplied the visualization of a scissors – working methodically until she had removed as much as she could easily find.  I got the sense that time was distorted – as long as human practitioners do their work in the next few days, we will all be working side-by-side, at the same “time” and in the same “place”.  As she worked she began to shine more and more brightly, until she finished and then blossomed into the star that is the reason for the use-name I know her by.  What stars do is their own business, but it seemed she was still working on cleansing, just on a grander scale.  Dispelling the Glamours Gwendolyn Reece discusses, perhaps.  Things distorted beyond my ability to easily recount what I witnessed before she returned to her more normal size and shape.

After that I was handed over to Na Morrigna, as has lately been my position, and They transformed me into one corvid in a flock, swirling in the air, towards I knew not what, at first.  When we arrived, however, it became more clear.  I saw something that had a humanoid shape and glowed uncannily, and yet seemed not to be a natural being – it felt more like clockwork, like an android, like a computer program.  I can only imagine it to have been something like an egregore, yet those are somewhat outside my realm of expertise.  Whatever it was, however, it is no more.  Na Morrigna gave a battle cry, and we all descended upon it.  Corvids, carrion birds, and birds of prey clawed and pecked, while wolves and other four-legged creatures tore with claws and teeth, and the thing was destroyed.  Many of the spirit-creatures then ate of the flesh of the thing, which fell into the shape of a horse once mortally wounded.  Once they had their fill, the remaining flesh melted into slimy water, now fertility for the soil.  I returned to the Waystation, and then I returned to myself, on my couch, my head reeling.

Food became necessary, but was not nearly enough to ground me.  My toddler awoke and that helped to focus me some, and when my husband returned home, he assisted more, but I still felt the pull of unfinished business… until I sat down, riffled my cards, and asked the Morrigna if I had done enough, if I really needed to do more.

And the answer to that, of course, is at the top of this post.

Consider this your call to action.  Do what you can, be it curse-breaking, healing, protection, storm-calling, or simply lighting a candle and praying for divine assistance.  If you have a favorite deity of justice or healing, go to them.  If not, ask assistance of the one in your favorite pantheon, or turn to someone I mentioned above.  Do what you can, and do it now.

A Message for the Equinox

This is going to be a different sort of post – I’ll be sharing a piece of personal UPG, a message I received from the Morrigna (that is plural – the three Daughters of Ernmas, of the Tuatha De Dannan).  I don’t usually do much of that here, but it’s a more general message, not a personal one, and the few other messages like this I’ve gotten I shared with close friends, people I worship and practice with, and many of them found it useful.  I thought it might be time to share with a wider audience.

For background, last winter I started getting weird vibes about the coming spring and a sense that things were Not Quite Right.  That culminated in a journey to see the Morrigna where they showed me an image of the world outside my door blanketed in snow, and a faery host culling plants and animals, bringing death to make room for new life.  That’s an important part of every winter, but I was made to know that it would be somewhat more severe, and warned to make preparations.  I did as I was advised and I returned on several additional journeys where I was given additional messages.  Some forecast bad weather (in both the physical sense and in the sense of psychic “bad weather” due to spirits runnng amok)and I was eventually told that things would settle down, and everything basically did settle down a little before Beltane. The turning of the seasons last year did not go as smoothly as it usually does and it seems this time isn’t going to be much better, unfortunately. When it comes to influences between the worlds, “as above so below” so to speak, and with things being a bit off kilter up here, things are off kilter Over There as well.  Sensitive people have been noticing that things have been bleeding through a bit already, and a lot of people have noticed a sort of weird imbalance between the hot weather and an uptick in spirit activity that usually comes with cooler weather.  Hoping for answers, I went to go talk to the Morrigna about it again, and below is what they showed me.  I am sharing this here in case anyone else finds this useful, though with the usual UPG disclaimers.*

I asked the Morrigna about the “baton pass” between the local faery courts that usually signals the changing of seasons, and in their cauldron of water I was shown an image of the inside of a great hall, where the Seelie court was gathered and meeting with emissaries from the Unseelie court.  However, instead of all of them being courtiers, many were the more feral or more bestial members, those more associated with the Wild Hunt than with the Unseelie court proper. As the Seelie King stretched out the sceptre in his hand, the Unseelie King reached out to take it – and as soon as his fingers grasped it, himself and all the Unseelie courtiers also became like the feral and bestial creatures that had accompanied them.  (Whether they had been in disguise or whether they are merely showing a different aspect of their nature this year I am not sure – but in my experience, the local Court is usually at least nominally in charge of the local Wild Hunt, providing them with some oversight.)

The Wild Hunt left the hall like a host of bats, or perhaps of locusts, because as they reached the outside world they began stripping everything back to the roots, back to the stones, devouring and destroying nearly everything on sight. Despite the intensity of the imagery, however, I did not get the sense that this was a bad thing. The changes, though harsh and sudden, were paving way for newer, healthier growth. It was a cleansing chaos, almost fire-like it its wrath, but made instead of death and ice.

As they moved about, they created prisms of ice around the homes of the Seelie fae, isolating them and putting them into stasis, but also protecting them from the storms to come. I had a glimpse of powerfully destructive winter storms following in the wake of the tearing claws and teeth of the Hunt, but those are still far enough in the future that I will need to return again later to ask for more details. I also was given a glimpse of the light at the end of the tunnel, so to speak, and was shown the returning sun turning the ice prisms into greenhouses, sanctuaries where small plants might sprout, rousing the Seelie fae who will then shatter the ice and begin the spring. After that, I thanked the Morrigna, and returned.

Today is the equinox, so it all starts today.  I recommend grounding and centering even more than usual this autumn and coming winter. And check your wards. It’s probably going to be a bit rough for sensitive people, so if that’s you, work on your personal shielding, too. Most of it will probably pass us by like it did last year, since the fae are more concerned with the natural world than they are with human society (and we have fabulous indoor heating and food flown in from all over the globe, etc), but I do somewhat wonder if the chaos will have an effect on the election.  Besides that, expect heavy snows and ice storms and very probably a late spring. I’ll keep checking in with the Morrigna now and again and posting here if people are interested.

 

*That is, if your UPG is different from or conflicts with mine, that’s fine!  But don’t try to convince me that mine is wrong.  It could be we’re looking at the same truth from different angles – and I’m not going to try to convince you, either. But I will keep posting mine here, because this is my space, and this is my truth. (UPG = Unverified Personal Gnosis)

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