Happy Irish Heritage Day!

Published March 17, 2015 by Lunapo

Yes, you saw that right. On March 17th, I’m daring to say, “Happy Irish Heritage Day” rather than “Happy St. Party’s Day.”

We all know the myth that follows the man. St. Patrick drove all the snakes out of Ireland.

Snakes = pre-Christian Pagans.

Snakes = me!

St.  Patrick is not my saint, as I do not hold any saints dear. It’s just not my thing.

I am the great grandchild of one of the snakes, a direct descendant of an Irish family whom were more likely than not stripped of their rightful heritage, stripped of Lugh and Brigid, of Danu and Morrigan.

Today is St. Patrick’s Day, but, at least in the States, has nothing to actually do with St. Patrick. It’s a day to celebrate “being Irish” with terrible stereotypes like drunkenness and fighting and not so bad stereotypes like corned beef and potatoes. (Corned beef is an Irish-American dish learned from neighboring Jews. Irish in Ireland eat lamb much more than they eat beef!)

So Happy Irish Heritage Day! Try to break a stereotype and share some real Irish lore!

Celtic Creation Myth

The Beginning of the Tuatha de Danaan

I. Long, long ago, back before the coming together of the worlds, there was nothing but the Void. Over the eons of eternity past, the Void longed in its slumber. The longing within the Void caused It to ponder the emptiness of the chaos about, and even more did the Void long deeply for companionship solitude of oneness. So intense was the longing that eventually the Void dropped from slumber into a deep sleep, and while there, the Void received a vision. In this vision it was relayed how all the things that should be, could be, and the beauty of it brought joy to the very heart of the Void. Alive with a joy radiating from a newly blazing heartfire, the great Void awoke with a wondrous war cry. “ABU” was the roar, as the Void stretched out in nine waves against the dark chaos around.

II. So great was the love that the Great Void felt for what had been seen that the Void divided, and from within there emerged two children, Danu and Donn. Stepping out from nothingness into somethingness, Danu and Donn looked about. Then turning back to the center from where they emerged, they espied each other in the mirror of the shining Void. Instantly the sacred flame of the center ignited in their own hearts as well and they became locked in a loving embrace from which they could not be moved.

III. In time their embrace brought forth children. Amongst the children were three sons, Briain, Iuchar, and Iucharba, who were giants amongst the children. None of these children could not find room for their lives as they were bound between their interlocked parents. One of the children, Briain, looked about him and declared that the end of he and his siblings would surely come soon, if Danu and Donn were not parted. Hard it was for him and these two other brothers who were with him, as they contemplated their idea. But as they saw no other chance of survival, they did speak amongst themselves concerning what they felt they should do. In the end a mother’s love for her son, and his for her won out, and Briain decided to take it upon himself to slay his father.

IV. Thus he did with an abandon born of desperation. So great was his fury that he did not stop with one cut. Yea, he did cut his father thrice three times, so all that was left was in nine parts. Taken aback at what She had seen, Danu stood motionless, for the horror of what She had witnessed. In a flash the horror gave way to dread, and then to sorrow. The sorrow started Danu to crying, and the tears swelled in a flood. So great was the flood that it immediately swept away Briain, Iuchar, and Iucharba, who became known as the Three Landless Princes, and the rest of the first children. Hence did Danu become known as the “Waters of Heaven”. Out and away these did ride the tide of tears to where those tears accumulated as the seas. There, to this day the siblings live, as the Fomorraig of the Sea.

V. Not only were the Fomorraig washed away, but so to were the parts of Donn. These each came to rest, one part in each wave that had echoed out when the Void first awoke. The Crown of Donn became the skies; his brain the clouds; His face the sun; his mind the moon; his breath the wind; His blood mixed with the tears of Danu and became the seas, His flesh the soil; and his bones the stones. Of His seed two remained, one red and one white, and these fell into the soils that was the flesh of Donn.

VI. Danu looked down from afar and saw the seeds, and did recognize her beloved within one of them; the red acorn seed of the Oak tree. Again she cried Her tears, sorrow for the distance between them, joy that he would again be, and mostly adoration for him who She loves. Thus there again started from the sullen heavens, a trickle of water. First one drop, then another and another, Her essence rained down in torrents upon the dead world. The divine Waters from Heaven flooded downwards and soaked into the parched soils, the seeds and soils moistened in the rains of Her love, and life began to spring forth from the seeds, and then all across the Land. The first life on the earth being the Nemedians, the people of the soils and sands and diverse places, kindred of the next children of the Divine Waters, but also different from Them. There they lived on a plain in the Northern parts of the World, that plain being called the Plain of Adoration. The people who lived were called Nemed for sacred was the place of their being. From this one People, two Peoples eventually emerged, the Fir Bolg of the lands, and the Tuatha De Dannan of the skies who did bring culture and laws, but this is much later and the great deeds of their own are told of them.

VII. In the soil fertilized by the tears of Danu, the red acorn also took root, and grew into a marvelous tree which was called Bile Magh Adhair. The Divine Waters from Heaven, nurtured and cherished the greater tree which became the sacred Oak tree, and it became a king amongst the peoples, and amongst them He became known as Eochaidh. The other seed became his brother, who himself became a priest, for noble was his heritage, though imperfect was he in the gnarled Yew.

VIII. Recognizing His beloved, now His Mother, afar off, the Oak seed did stretch upward, striving to again be with Her. Up he pushed himself so that He could caress Her face with his limbs, and dry Her tears with his leaves. Perfect in the arts was Eochaidh, a fitting craftsman, a fearless and cunning warrior, and a master in the hidden arts. Nurtured by the Waters of Heaven, the Oak did grow many berries, which then fell and grew into wondrous shining beings. These include Oengus Mac Og, the Rowan which is a delight to the Tuath De Dannan, and the Bride Herself who is the Fire in the Heart of Women. Yet in all of this perfection he saw his people around him slip into lethargy, into stagnation, into a condition of living rot because there was no death in those days. Thus the world around them was used to excess, and so it withered from depletion. And so to did the People wither and become sickly, yet never to die.

IX. Donn, seeing the lingering desolation about him, counseled with his brother the priest about what could be done. Finn had no answer but prepared a journey for Himself, an Imrama across the waves to see what the other lands there were, and if some answer for their trials might be found there. Across the waves Finn then traveled, but no where did He see a newness, in life the world was dead. Thus upon his return, he proclaimed that there should be a time of death, so that there could be renewal; that the ancient magic would again be worked and that Donn would die, His body renewing the world, with His spirit going to the Sea to there build a new land for those who would come during their resting time.

X. Donn would have none of it, as he would not see his brother become stained by fingal, kin-killing, and he would not be even more separated as he was from his Beloved. Finn pressed the matter, supported by the Peoples. In a great rush the two did combat there on the Plain. Great was the battle, and the feats were beyond compare. Eventually though, as two bulls plowing the whole day, exhaustion overcame them. First to feel the pangs was Finn, who in the moment of weakness, found Himself impaled on the blades of Donn. Thus did Finn go off to scout beyond the nine waves. Seeing His brother dead at His feet, Donn was overcome with anger and pain, and for the mighty victory, joy and pride. So much pain and pride did the mighty warrior Donn feel that His heart burst apart, even so did His whole being. Donn then fell from the Plain into the seas, and the parts of His body did again go to renew the world, while His Spirit went to build His house in the Sea.

XI. At the death of Donn the three mighty roots of the Oak did delve deep and grow in strength and girth, a dun each. Thus was the third realm created, and so did the spirit of Donn go to be there, to dwell in his house Tech Duinn, where all Gaels go at their death. Yet in all three realms was Donn, as the wondrous World Tree, which amongst the Gael is called the Bile. This is the Oak whose red acorns are yet a delight to the Tuatha De Dannan, and whose parts have yielded sustenance and protection to mortals. Even to this day, great is the love between the White Cow of Heaven and the Dark Bull of the Otherworld; and by their love do they continue the cosmos.

XII. The brother of Donn, Finn who did go and see into the abyss, and who did battle with his brother for the renewal of the cosmos, never did leave the service of His King. Because He did first explore those unknown places, He knows the pathways, thus does Finn guard the portals to that Other land, and with His Finnians and hounds collect the souls of the newly dead in a Great Hunt. Thus do humans to this day find the Yew tree in graveyards, and burry black dogs in graveyards as well. These that the hound Bran who delivers death and his master Finn find the beloved departed before they tarry long. When the souls are found, those who are worthy are announced by the howls of Finns hounds, and are guided with honors as they are safely delivered to the doors of Tech Duinn. There they become charges of Donn, compatriots of the Daoine, and Donn shall again deliver these His children to the gates of world of mortals in their time as children of the Land. Those that receive not the howl remain doomed to roam as the Slough. But the tales of the Fhianna are yet other stories.

From Druid’s Egg

 

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One comment on “Happy Irish Heritage Day!

  • Reblogged this on Biblebelt Witchy Mama and commented:

    I am the great grandchild of one of the snakes, a direct descendant of an Irish family whom were more likely than not stripped of their rightful heritage, stripped of Lugh and Brigid, of Danu and Morrigan.

    A direct descendant, perhaps, of the Norse-Gaels, who brought Frigg, Thor, Heimdall, Odin, Njord, Sif to the Emerald Isle.

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