Morrighu’s Foretelling

raven-pentacle-bronzeAt the end of Cath Maighe Tuireadh, also called the Cath Dédenach Maige Tuireadh, Morrighu made this dire prophecy known to all those who had defeated the Formor, lest they grow arrogant and complacent in their victory and in the belief that their victory would bring evil to its knees for all time.

Such is Her way – to always remind all that victory, joy, and peace are fleeting things.

Her words that She sang to the Tuatha Dé Danann, such as they have reached us in these latter days:

I shall not see a world that will be dear to me.
Summer without flowers,
Kine will be without milk,
Women without modesty,
Men without valor,
Captures without a king.

[gap: extent: approx. 6 words]

Woods without mast,
Sea without produce,

[gap: extent: approx. 40 words]

Wrong judgments of old men,
False precedents of brehons,
Every man a betrayer,
Every boy a reaver.
Son will enter his father’s bed,
Father will enter his son’s bed,
Everyone will be his brother’s brother-in-law.

[gap: extent: 8 words]

An evil time!
Son will deceive his father,
Daughter will deceive her mother.

Many scholars think of this as being an eschatological prophecy but I’m not convinced of such. She makes no specific mention of the ending of the world or, even, alludes to it, just the ending of all that worth anything in the world and in the races of Man.

Does it not seem that Morrighu’s foretelling was accurate and that we are in, or fast approaching, the times that She prophesied? This world that I see around is more and more becoming less dear to me and much else that She sang of has come to pass or is coming to pass even now.

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Blessed Yuletide

December 21, 2008 is Yule this year. This is the holy day (holiday) of the Winter Solstice, the longest, darkest night of the year. Its celebration is quite different from that of the Christians’ Christmas. In my faith – which differs somewhat from that of Wiccans and many neo-Pagans – Yule is a holiday of sacrifice, propitiating the Crone and Winter King for bountiful new season, and of quiet contemplation and prayer.

Oh Morrigu! When night comes and love is broken, the children in torment, the weak battered, the poor abused, and all the five elements cry out for Your aid I will not disappoint You. I shall be your spear.
From the Darkness is born the Light, From the Void, Fulfillment comes forth The years darkest night stands upon our threshold, Open now the door, and honor the Darkness for its stricture defines all.



At Yule we reach the nadir of the Darkness, but look forward with hope towards Spring and the time of rebirth. Those who follow the same path as myself reaffirm our oaths to our Goddess and God during Yule, and offer up sacrifices to ensure that Spring will return in truth and not just in name.

Blessed Yuletide, one and all.

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