Na Morrígna

A shrine for the three Morrígna - Badb, Macha, and The Mórrígan (aka Anand)

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Another Morrigan Carved from oak This and other my stuff you can find on my Etsy store

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Kate MccGwire – LURE @ All Visual Arts (London) - magpie feathers

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Morrigan Pencils by Csyeung

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The Morrighan by AranzazuFernandez

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deep pools by unplugged - photography

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Untitled by Courtney Brooke

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Morrigan by David Gaillet.

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Ravens in the snow by Colleen Gara in Banff National Park, Alberta, Canada.

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People Confuse Morrigan with other War deities

I feel like some of the discussion of Morrigan tends to lump her in with European or Norse ideas of war deities and she’s just so different. She’s arguably not even a war deity in the traditional sense.

The Morrigan rarely fights herself. She’s a talker and a planner and a prophet and poet.

She inspires heroes and sets up leaders.

She’ll go in disguise to judge your merit.

She’ll appear like a monster to test your resolve.

It’s not a case of not fighting, but choosing the moment carefully.

She crosses between this world and the next. She knows death, knows what the cost of fighting can be.

She knows the power of words in battle.

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ní mór an fhuil a chur sa talamh

the blood must be put in the ground

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photo by lace grainger ( my edits )

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“As the army crossed the plain, the Morrígan - the Nightmare Queen - came in the form of a bird and settled on a standing-stone in Temair Cúailnge, and chanted these words to the Brown Bull: restless does the Dark Bull know death-dealing slaughter secret that the raven wrings from writhing soldiers as the Dark One grazes on the dark green grasses weaving meadows blossoming with necks and flowers lowing cattle of the Badb the groans of battle armies ground to dust the raven struts on corpses war-clouds raging over Cúailnge day and night kith and kin lie down to join the tribes of dead”

— An Táin Bó Cúailnge (trans. Ciaran Carson)

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Morrigan

I feel her in my bones

In the sinew

In the darkest corners

She is in my mind, telling me to rip off my skin and start anew

To tear away what no longer serves me

To become the crow of battle

She wants me to be better, to transform

I shall

Become Her battle crow

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Na Morrigna aesthetic

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Badb

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Art by Leszek Woź