Manannán — Paying the Rents at Midsummer
Prayer to Manannan
Cleanse us of our blindness,
Oh Great God of the Sea,
Son of Lir, Magician,
Fierce in Your power.
Cleanse us of our apathy,
Wise and Far-Seeing Sovereign,
that we may look with clear eyes
on those things in our world
that make our hearts bleed,
and fury pound in our ears,
and stand up and say ‘no more.’
May we have the courage
to draw lines in the sand,
with our words, with our work,
with our very bodies, warriors all,
forcing change by our commitment,
until the poison of hatred
is washed away
like sand in an ebbing tide
unmade by our work.
Aid us in this battle,
Manannan we pray.
Retribution
Within the jade-green depths of the sea,
mighty Manannan waits.
The sea is cold with his fury,
each slashing wave a knife made of northern ice.
The white foam of each swell rises,
ready to crash down on the heads of those
who have chosen to steal from Him.
How might their retribution come?
Not hard to say:
Boats overturning in choppy swells,
Vicious winds ready to lacerate and batter,
Fragarach coming to take their heads.
Woe to the unbelievers, the bigots, the cruel,
Who think their right to mock the pious
Outweigh the power of a god.
There is no safety for them on the bellows,
Not even out past the ninth wave itself.
The Son of the Sea does not suffer himself
To be mocked, to be thieved from, to be disdained.
When will they know their doom?
Not hard to say:
When they set foot on ferry to travel and it goes down;
When they see Him coming toward their ship on Wavesweeper,
When the ocean itself opens to swallow them whole.
There are gods and goddesses in this Emerald Land
Older and more true than your intruder,
More ancient and powerful than the one from the desert
Who was not born here, did not live here,
Does not know this land or its people, does not belong here.
Let that god and its followers go back to their desert
And leave this Emerald Isle to their gods.
You call the Son of the Sea a false god, and prove
You do not know the meaning of either word:
Not ‘false’, because He has always been true to us, there for us,
And not ‘god’, because in showing your impiety to our gods,
You demonstrate that you know no respect for any god,
Seeing them all only as foes of what you believe, or
Something to threaten others with, who do not believe as you do.
What is your fate:
Not hard to say:
In the end, doomed to die like all mortal men, forgotten, alone, abandoned;
In the end, scorned by even those who claim the same god you do;
In the end, fools, thieves, unworthy of the name of Man—
Which isle, ironically, bears the name of Him whom you insulted.
Hecate is a goddess in Greek religion and mythology. She was variously associated with crossroads, entrance-ways, dogs, light, the Moon, magic, witchcraft, knowledge of herbs and poisonous plants, necromancy, and sorcery. In the post-Christian writings of the Chaldean Oracles, she was regarded with (some) rulership over earth, sea and sky, as well as a more universal role as Saviour, Mother of Angels and the Cosmic World Soul. She was one of the main deities worshiped in Athenian households as a protective goddess and one who bestowed prosperity and daily blessings on the family.


New Book – The Book of Oberon, a sourcebook of Elizabethan Magic
This was an impulse buy, I bought with Amazon points, and I couldn’t be happier 😀 And at $35USD, it’s also probably the cheapest hardcover book on magick I’ve ever bought (or, “bought” in this case I guess). Pictured above is the book both with and without the dust jacket, and a random two-page spread, showing the how they printed this in two colors, preserving the red-emphasis lettering and drawing found in the original document.
To quote [the Amazon description]:
A fascinating addition to the magical literature of the Elizabethan era, this lavishly illustrated grimoire is a must-have for magic practitioners, collectors, and historians. The Book of Oberon is the meticulous transcription and translation of a sixteenth-century manuscript acquired by the esteemed Folger Shakespeare Library. Unlike the more theoretical magic books of the era, this collection of spells, secrets, and summonings was compiled gradually by unknown authors for working practical magic.
Now published in a premium hardcover edition retaining the original’s red lettering of significant words and holy names, The Book of Oberon includes rituals for summoning a long list of spirits and faeries (including Oberion, Fairy King and close relation to Shakespeare’s Oberon); original drawings; common prescriptions used by cunning folk; instructions for dealing with Goetic demons that were censored in other texts; one of the oldest known copies of the magical manual The Enchiridion; and much more. This is a significant contribution to the annals of magical history, bringing to light the kind of grimoire that was commonplace in its era but is rarely published today.
I need this!!! A fairy magic Grimoire for the ultimate win.



“The sea is emotion incarnate. It loves, hates, and weeps. It defies all attempts to capture it with words and rejects all shackles. No matter what you say about it, there is always that which you can’t.” ― Christopher Paolini, Eragon


