ONE.
steal three coins from a dead man’s pocket
and burn a bouquet of myrtle blossoms in late spring
if you wish to meet your dead lover for a final goodbye
 
TWO.
crush the marrow of a young lamb to a fine powder
then sprinkle it across a fresh bed of belladonna
to watch your enemies choke under the moon’s shadow
 
THREE.
give me the smoke of your soul and the fumes of your agony
with the dust that lies on your hope
so i may concoct an antidote to your loneliness

HECATE’S THREE HEADS ENTICE A TRAVELER || k.k. (via asteriaria)

A Gaelpol prayer against Nazis

phoenyxoftheashes:

I pray to Brighid, Airmed, and Miach: heal those affected by white nationalism, racism, and anti-Semitism

I pray to Lugh, the Dagda, and Ogma: give us the skills to fight Nazis, and defeat them and their hatred

I pray to Manannan Mac Lir: cloak and protect everyone affected by white nationalism, racism, and anti-Semitism

I pray to Flidais: provide encouragement to those who counter-protest and fight back against the hatred produced by Nazis

I pray to Nuada: lead us in battle against the Nazis taking over our country.

I pray to Na Morrigna, the sisters of war: provide us with the strength to endure these horrifying times. Provide us with strength to fight back.

…and the rent is due

I would bring him bundles of rushes from the waters edge.
Carry them by hand to the high place, stony Barrule, overlooking the sea.
For Midsummer Eve has come and Manannán awaits his payment.

Only, I am far from those shores.
Arid winds bend prairie grass like waves on an earthen sea,
I am stranded here, landlocked — and the rent is due.

Standing on the very brink of thundering wave and stone,
I have opened my arms, buoyed by winds sweeping from far Emain Ablach.
Lifted a moment, from the rocky cliff, like the Heron King taking flight.

I cling to memories of a rugged coast,
As I choke on the fumes of engines going nowhere.
I am stranded here, landlocked — and the rent is due.

As the rising tide sends plumes of white foam into the air,
The sea god’s wife approaches, her soothing kiss, lingering upon my cheek.
They call her Fand, which means “teardrop”, and she tastes like the sea.

We carry the ocean, like a memory, flowing within us.
Weeping, we give it back again, carried home on the Summer breeze.
I am stranded here, landlocked — and the rent is due.

Shaun Paul at Stone of Destiny

(via morriganssister)

themodernsouthernpolytheist:

Again, I pray Manannán Mac Lir spreads his Féth Fíada around those in the Bahamas, Puerto Rico, The Dominican Republic, Haiti, Cuba, Florida, and anywhere else in the path of Irma.

On a personal note, I have friends currently livin in many of these places and to say that I’m terrified doesn’t even begin to cover it. My friend in the Bahamas said they’ve turned off all power preemptively. My friends in Puerto Rico lose power when it rains sometimes, so this could be massive. And I’ve already had a friend from Florida ask if she can drive up and stay with me should the need arise.

Prayers and magic are already at work, but I feel like puttin it out there allows extra energy to be focused and hopefully the combo will work in tandem to keep everyone safe.

bywandandsword:

orlathewitch:

bywandandsword:

The Morrigan being Brighid’s mother

Thoughts?

I wouldn’t tell someone not to have a personal gnosis but if you’re looking to investigate the texts and Dinnseanachas then I’d probably say no.

The Morrigu are generally seen as the granddaugthers of Nuada. The Morrigan does have that affair with Dagda before the first battle of Mag Tuiread and he is generally seen as Brighid’s father but there is little other connection between them other then connections to poetry and that’s like 50% of Irish mythological figures since poets were doing the telling. Since Dagda replaces Nuada as king in somewhat of a coup and it is not implied that they are related to each other through any kin. A shared child/grandchild relationship would have been important in cementing Dagda’s right to be king.

Also Brighid’s son was killed in the same battle, not that the concept of time really matters in these myths, but it implies that she was born before the affair. 

That said, there’s something interesting in a goddess of smithworking being the daughter of a battle goddess.

Sorry for the late response, school’s left me tuckered lately 

The thing about when an Morrigan and an Dagda bang before the battle is that it’s not just a one time thing, it’s annual. It’s just that that specific time happened to be right before that battle

“Boi tegdus den Dagdae a nGlionn Etin antuaith. Bai dno bandal forsin Dagdae dia bliadnae imon samain an catha oc Glind Edind.”

“The Dagda had a house at Glenn Etin in the north. The Dagda was to meet a woman on a day, yearly, about Samain of the battle at Glen Etin.”

-Cath Maige Tuired  (translated by Morgan Daimler)

so like, that means that  the Morrigan has a fairly steady relationship with the Dagda, unlike the Dagda’s other lover, Boand. A lot of people seem to like the idea that Boand is Brighid’s mom, but like, the Dagda literally had to stop the sun for nine months just so Aengus could be born without Nechtan finding out. That’s a lot of hoopla just to have one kid (imagine having to do all that a second time!) and it just seems like a one time thing and mostly to give Aengus the distinction of having been conceived and born in one day.  

Back to the Morrigan, it’s also hinted in the Metrical Dindshenchas in the Odras poem that the Morrigan might be the Dagda’s wife. It’s a bit long to put here so here’s a link to a great translation by one of the hosts of Story Archaeology. In the poem, an Morrigan steals a bull from Odras (a woman-hospitaller who’s husband is a cow lord). The relevant verses are verse five (in which she is called “ben in Dagda” which Carmody translates to “the Dagda’s woman” and Daimler translates to “

the wife of the Dagda”) and she’s later identified by name in verse nine.   

To me, it just makes sense that of the the lovers the Dagda has, the Morrigan is makes the most sense as a candidate for the mother of Brighid. It’s just speculation and UPG though, I can’t prove it one way or the other, but I agree that there’s something interesting in a smithing goddess as the daughter of a battle goddess, but also another layer of angst interesting when you remember that Brighid invented keening to mourn her son who was slain because of that war and is by extension connected to mourning the battle-slain.