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Words from The Morrigan
“There will be blood.
There will be pain.
This path is not for the faint of heart.
But don’t fear, I am here for you.”
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The Battle Poem
Given by the Morrigan during the Second Battle of Mag Tuired
Translated by Isolde Carmody
"Kings arise to [meet] the battle
Cheeks are seized
Faces [honours] are declared
Flesh is decimated,
Faces are flayed
[incomplete word]of battle are seized
Ramparts are sought
Feasts are given
Battles are observed
Poems are recited
Druids are celebrated
Circuits are made
Bodies are recorded
Metals cut
Teeth mark
Necks break
[A hundred] cuts blossom
Screams are heard
Battalions are broken
Hosts give battle
Ships are steered
Weapons protect
Noses are severed
I see all who are born
[in the] blood-zealous vigorous battle,
raging [on the] raven-battlefield [with] blade-scabbards.
They attempt our defeat
over our own great torrents
Against your attack on the full [compliment] of Fomoire
In the mossy margins;
the helpful raven drives
strife to our hardy hosts
mustered, we prepare ourselves to destroy
To me, the full-blooded exploits are like
shaking to-and-fro of hound-kills
goodly decay of muddy war-bands
Your violations are renounced"
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)
T H E M O R R I G A N
The Morrigan is the term given to Goddess Morrigan, one of the triple Goddesses in Celtic mythology. She represented the circle of life and was associated with both birth and death. Her name translates to “great queen” or “phantom queen”. She was a shape-shifter and looked over the rivers, fresh water and lakes. She is also described as being the patroness of revenge, magic, priestesses, night, prophecy and witches.
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The Morrígan: Her/Their History & Contemporary Cult
This page is a work of love, devotion, and practicality. It is for the Morrígan, as herself and themselves, and for any of us who have tasted her names in the blood on our lips.
Introductions & History
Her Cult
Contemporary Reflections on the Morrígan, Sovereignty, War, & Death
Tumblr Resources and E-shrines
Books, Sites, & Organizations
It is a work that will never be finished, I hope, as my own practice deepens and our community continues to grow and publish and evolve as long as there is need of her/them. I sincerely hope it provides some measure of help for people.
And for fuck’s sake, don’t go making any oaths about patrons or whatever until you’re damn well sure you can handle the consequences.
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People say that Dark Gods are harsh when crossed or offended –are the other Gods less so? Doesn’t mythology show us that any deity when offended is likely to react badly? People say that Dark Gods are the teachers of hard lessons –but are the other Gods’ lessons any easier? Or isn’t it just that we can feel more comfortable with a Goddess of healing than a Goddess of battle, even though both deserve equal respect?
The Morrigan: Meeting the Great Queens, by Morgan Daimler
The Morrígan, Irish Goddess of war, sovereignty, death, and sexuality. Her name means “Phantom Queen”. She incites warriors to battle, carries the souls of the departed to the next life, safeguards justice, and empowers those she favors to pursue their destinies.
Strongly associated with prophecy, she often appears in the old stories to predict or facilitate the hero’s journey, and may be one of the inspirations for our modern image of the banshee, who mourns the dead before they have passed. Often she is depicted not as a singular Goddess but as a trio of sisters, though the names in the triad change depending on the story. They include Badb Catha, Macha, Nemain, Anand, Morrígan, and Fea.
It’s important to note that The Morrígan cannot be considered a “triple goddess” in the Maiden, Mother, Crone sense. Beyond the fact that this is a very modern concept, none of The Morrígan’s aspects is fixed in one guise or theme. Badb appears in some stories as a hag, and at other times as a beautiful woman. While Macha is associated with fertility and in one story dies in childbirth after racing horses, she is also a battle Goddess and psychopomp, rather than a standard mother figure. More than anything, The Morrígan should be seen as a shape shifter, capable of changing her form to that of a beautiful lady or a hideous old woman, as well as a wolf, crow/raven, cow, and eel.
The Morrígan- a triumvirate Irish goddess of war, fate, and death. Appears as one woman or three, sometimes portrayed as sisters, Nemain, Badb, and Macha. They are often represented by crows, and play a large role in the Cattle Raid of Cooley.
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Devotional acts for The Morrigan
Listen to a song that reminds you of her
Paint your nails black or red while thinking of her
Dedicate your cigarette smoke to her while you’re smoking
Light some incense for her (for example, dragonblood incense)
Share the meal you’re eating
Pour some red wine for her
Look up some fun facts about crows
Change your phone background in an image of her
Draw or paint her
Do some scrying
Watch a documentary about the Celts
Meditate while focusing on her energy
Cleanse her altar (if you have one for her)
Write down a prayer
Light a black candle
Make a jar for her
Write someting about her in your book of shadows/grimoire
Do a tarot reading to understand her better
Go into the woods and when you’re alone scream at the top of your lungs
Just scream
Keep screaming