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Rowena

Cornish Goddess of knowledge, rowan tree of protective powers make my amulet of protection from bark and leaves crafted upon this day. Tie some leaves and bark in a cloth of white or gold, visualize the spells simple goal, tie with a red thread and carry it with you.  Rowena was the daughter of Hengist, semi-legendary 5th-century Saxon invader of Britian; and it is also possible Welsh antecedent is Rhonwen- meaning lance, tall, slender, and fair.  Sir Walter Scott used the name for the Saxon heroine of his novel Ivanhoe in 1819, however it was first used by Geoffrey of Monmouth in the 12th century as a substitute for Rowena- meaning wine, banner, and friend.

Name: Luis

Letter: L

Textual reference: Luis is named from Mountian Ash as it is the Gaelic name for Rowan

Rowan Sorbus aucuparia

Word Ogham of Morainn: LI SULA, delight of eye.

Word Ogham of Cuchulain: LUTH CETHRA .i. LEAM strength (or friend) of cattle, the elm.

Word Ogham of Aonghus: CARAE CEATHRA, friend of cattle.

Quatrain:

The saving herb draws healing through its root,

Dispensing many gifts through every shoot.

Physic of cattle, lustre of the eye,

Answer need's prayer with mercy as we cry.

Physical: You will keep your senses about you to distinguish good from bad, and harm from help.  The rowan tree is known as the quicken tree or the mountain ash, although it is not a true member of the ash family.  It earned this name due to its ability to grow high on mountainsides, clinging precariously to outcrops of rock and fissures in boulders.  The general shape of its leaves resembles that of the ash, and hence the name mountain ash.  Most people will be familiar with this very attractive and distinctive tree, with its slender shape and clusters of bright red berries.  The rowan can grow to sixty-five fee, but is usually quite a bit smaller.  Its bark is smooth and shiny gray, with little pores all over it.  Its leaves are stalkless and in pairs, long and thin with forward pointing teeth.  In May, it is covered with clusters of little white flowers, which gradually turn into the familiar red berries, a favorite food of many birds.

These berries are edible, but have a very bitter taste, and are best cooked with other fruits to make them palatable.  This combination can be made into pies or jelly.  The berries can also be boiled for wine.  They contain vitamin C and were once used as a cure for scurvy.  The juice is both antiseptic and astringent, and may be taken internally or externally.  The yellow-gray wood of the rowan is strong and flexible, and was commonly used for making tool handles and carvings.  It was also used as a substitute for yew in longbows.

It is rare to find a group of rowans large enough to form a forest.  If you come across a group of rowans in full bloom, it is a very bold and fetching sight, especially when they bring a splash of scarlet into what is often a rather barren and bleak hillside.  There is a species of rowan found only on the Scottish Isle of Arran that is not a hybrid, but is instead a true genus of rowan.  This is appropriate because Arran was considered by the Irish Celts to be the physical manifestation of the Otherworld.  This give the island and everything growing on it a strong magical link.

The surnames MacCairthin and MacCarthy come from the old Gaelic for rowan, and literally mean "son of the rowan."  Today, Rowan is a common name in English-speaking parts of the world.


Mental: You will not be swayed, tricked or beguiled. Keep your wits about you.  The rowan has long been associated with magic and witchcraft, and many rural dwellers use charms and spells involving rowan to ward off evil or to protect cattle from being milked dry by malicious fairies.  The word rowan my come from the old Norse word runa, which means "charm" or "spell."  Its name in the Tree Ogham, Luis, means "swarm" or "a great many."  This may be a reference to its plentiful berries, but it could also be a hint of a magical aspect.  In the old legends, a rowan tree is often mentioned as an an assembly point for warriors.  In the great collection of poems known as Duanaire Finn (Lays of Fionn), there is a lengthy poem called "The Rowan-Tree of Clonfert," which is about a large gathering of the Fianna under a rowan tree.  In another of these poems, "The Wry Rowan," two thousand huntsmen gather on a hillside covered in rowan trees.  

When rowan appears in Celtic legend, it is mostly in connection with either the druids or some other practitioners of magic in the great collection of tales known as the Dindsenchas ( The History of the Names of Places), there is mention of a female druid called Dreco, who was the granddaughter of a great male druid called Cartan, whose name was a corruption of Caerthann, which means rowan.  Dreco is credited with the wounding of a man called Cethern, using a spear of rowan- a "forked branch of the harsh rowan."  Dreco chanted incantations as she dealt the wounding blow, which shows that the rowan was more of a Magical Weapon than an ordinary assault weapon.

It is known that the druids had a special platform, called the Wattles of Knowledge, which was made from interwoven rowan twigs.  This was used as a bed during the ritual known as Tarbh Fheis (tarv aysh).  we do not know much about this ritual other than that the outcome seems to have been a magical trance during which the druid gained hidden knowledge.  Druids kindled fires made entirely of rowan before important battles.  They used these magical bonfires as a focus for their incantations, in an effort to make the fight go well for their people.  In the legend concerning the death of Cuchulain, whose name means Hound of Culain, the Ulster hero is tricked into eating dog's flesh, which he was prohibited from doing because the dog was his totem animal.  He knew that to take the dog meat would herald his death, but he was in a position where he could not honorably refuse.  The witches who tricked him were roasting the mean on spits of rowan.

The word luis also means "herb," the same word may stem from a root meaning "flame."  Some poetic references to the tree's bright berries.  The flame that kindles in the mind and soul and produces the divine light of inspiration also connects the rowan tree to the overall magick and druidic associations.  The description of the rowan in the Ogham word Morainn is "delight of eye," and can refer to its pleasing appearance, or to a deeper, more significant meaning.  The word, Li, actually means "color" or "hue," and not necessarily "delight," as it is usually translated.  More importantly, the word Sula, suil ("eye" in modern Gaelic), can also mean "expectation," "hope," or "vision."  An alternative translation of Li Sula could therefore be the "color of vision."  Taken on a purely magical basis, this indicates that the rowan may be connected with Otherworld visions, scrying, or divination.

In some versions of the death of Balor, King of the Fomhoire, the hero Lugh is said to have destroyed the evil king's death-dealing eye by throwing a spear of rowan.  Note the connection between eyes and rowan.  The whole magical aspect of rowan is closely connected  with portents of future events and the ability to have Otherworld visions.  Its use throughout the centuries in warding off evil spirits and unwanted influences indicates a practical purpose for a wand of rowan, which you might explore.

Spiritual: Your strength will turn away anything that threatens your purpose and your serenity. Be not afraid.  The rowan is closely connected with the Lord of the Hunt, the spirit of the animals and Green World, who appears in many world mythologies under various disguises and names.  The most common names are Cernunnos, Herne the Hunter, and under the Irish system, the Daghdha.  Our spiritual energies should be channeled toward  this image when working with the rowan.  The descriptions given tot he tree in the Word Oghams of Cuchulain and Aonghus, "friend of cattle" and "strength of cattle," enforce this connection with the Lord of the Hunt, who sustains and provides for the cattle and all the creatures of the Green World.  Cattle were probably chosen for these references due tot he great importance of cattle to the ancient Celts.  many of the legends known as Tana (raids) center on cattle raids, such as the epics Tain Bo Cuailnge ("Cattle Raid of Cooley") and Tain Bo Fraoch ("Cattle Raid of Fraoch"). 

The Lord of the Hunt is always depicted as being fierce, ugly, and aggressive, with horns and a vicious-looking club.  Beneath the surface, he is really a caring, helpful, and docile being, willing to help you, if you are worthy.  He is one oft he great Openers of the Way who will test intruders in his world, but who will also direct the frightened traveler to safety and along the road to fulfillment.  

In the "Pursuit of Diarmaid and Grainne," the two lovers hid in a rowan tree that grew from a berry brought to Ireland from Tir Tairngrire (the Land of Promise), a poetic name for the Otherworld.  This tree is protected by a fearsome character called Searbhan Lochlannach, which means "Servant of Norway."  Norway is another poetic allusion to the Otherworld.  He is described in this passage;

A thick-boned swarthy giant and weapons do not wound him and fire does not burn him and water does not drown him, and there is only one eye on the top of his forehead.  there is a thick collar of iron round the body of the giant and an iron club through the end of the collar and the collar is wound round the body of the giant.  He is not doomed to die until three strokes of his own club are struck on him; and he sleeps on the tops of the rowan tree by night and at its foot by day guarding it.  He has made a wilderness of the area around him and the Fianna of Ireland do not dare chase or hunt there for fear of him.

This is a typical description of the Lord of the Hunt in mythology.  The rowan's ability to impart Otherworld knowledge is shown later in the same legend, when Fionn and his warriors make camp at the foot of the tree.  To pass the time, Fionn plays a game known as fidchell, which was similar to chess.  This word means "wood-knowledge," which the trees and, perhaps, fluent in Tree Ogham.  In the legend, Fionn's opponent is about to be defeated, but Diarmaid, who is high in the tree above them watching the game with interest, sees a way out of the situation.  he drops one of the rowan's berries onto the fidchell piece the opponent should move next.  The player does this, and eventually wins the game.  it was, symbolically, the rowan which gave him the knowledge to win.

The Lord of the Hunt represents the two sides of the Green World that must be recognized and accepted by those of this world who wish to live in harmony with it.  There is the harsh, threatening, and uncontrollable Nature, but there is also a softer, gentler, more pacific side seen in the beauty of plants and folds of the earth, the stillness of a summer's day full of the hum of insects, the delight of a cow with calf, sheep with lamb, and mother with baby.  Both of these aspects are necessary, and it is only our reactions to them that makes one different from the other. 

The Lord of the Hunt will help you to understand this, and face up to both of these aspects in your dealings with the powers and energies of the Green World.  Although he is an ugly, frightening character who issues grave threats, warnings, and challenges, at this level, he should be seen as the Higher aspect of your Self, which can also appear hideous or frightening during magical workings.

The rowan is the second tree of the Tree Ogham, yet it is the highest tree in that it climbs higher up the mountainside than any other, in search of illumination.  When it succeeds and puts down roots to grow, its bright red berries shine like a beacon from the greenness of its mountain home, encouraging the weary traveler to make that final effort to reach the top.  This is a good image to keep in mind when dealing with the rowan on a spiritual level.

Work with the rowan as often as possible throughout the four seasons to understand the subtle way it changes, and how you react to these changes, as the years is born, grows, wanes, dies, and is reborn.  Work with it over the changes of the year to highlight the different aspects of the Green World as the seasons come and go.  Discover this aspect of your own nature: How do you feel about visiting the Green World as the season come and go.  Discover this aspect of your own nature: How do you feel about visiting the Green World during winter as well as summer?  On cold, wet days as well as warm, calm ones?  In morning and evening?  When you are fit and well, and when you are tired and hungry?  Theses, too, are the two aspects of the Lord of the Hunt, and also of yourself.  You must experience these things to understand yourself and your place in the Green World.

Practical Work:  The Daghdha is more closely connected with the rowan than with the birch.  He serves as a guide and teacher for all the trees.  Once you work your way through all twenty, you can reexamine the more subtle links between the trees and the deities you encounter along the way.  Carry out a tree ritual and feel the difference when you first encounter him within the aspect of the rowan.  As you progress, you will realize that the way he reveals himself, and the information he imparts, is geared to the aspects of each tree.  Being aware of this may help to clear up confusion when this changing aspect becomes more noticeable.

This would be a good time to make yourself a Wand of rowan, to be used for ritual workings of a very magical nature, or for rituals that require more assistance and protection than normal.  An ideal length for such a Wand is between twelve and fifteen inches; any larger becomes cumbersome, and any smaller may become confused with your Ogham sticks.  It is best to make a rowan Wand from a piece of the living tree.  Some people consider it improper to cut pieces off living trees, but living wood is best, because it encapsulates the vital energies of the tree and makes the wand more effective.  It is vital, however, to first explain to the tree what you are going to do and why.  Once your wand has been cut, stripped of bark, and dried, you should dedicate it.  Keep it with your other magical tools and continue the to work with the rowan until its experience or teachings feel full.  Record all your encounters in daily life and in ritual with the rowan aspects, they can be just as revealing as anything imparted to you during formal magical sessions.

Rowan Resources:  Enchanted Garden: Discovering & Enchanting the Magical Healing Properties in your Garden  By Claire O'Rush

A Witch's Guide to Faery Folk  By Edain McCoy

Enchantment of the Faerie Realm: Communicate with Nature Spirits & Elementals  By Ted Andrews

Celtic Tree Mysteries: Secrets of the Ogham  By Steve Blamires

Celtic Wisdom Stick: An Ogam Oracle  By Caitlin Matthews

The Celtic Tree Oracle: A system of Divination  By Liz and Colin Murray

Luis  L (pr. Loo'sh) Ogham Oracles:

Examine A red rowan berry and you will discover that unlike many other fruits that bear just a round hollow or dimple opposite their stalks, it carries a tiny, five-pointed star or pentagram - the ancient magical symbol of protection.  Undoubtedly if you are in danger of 'enchantment', being swayed or mesmerized by harmful or vindictive powers, you need your wits about you.  Choosing the Rowan will help you retain control of all your sense, so that you can distinguish bad from good, harm from help, using your spiritual strength to turn away anything that threatens your serenity and purpose.  You must realize though, that if the rowan appears in the opposite aspect, you still do not need to be affected by every influence that comes your way.  You must use your sense and intuition to distinguish one from another, and so be protected.

L in NORTH

Allow warmth to flood back into all your dealings.  You are freezing up.

Pain sometimes leads to separation and isolation.  The tighter pain is held on to, the more unapproachable and isolated we become.  when the hurt goes deep, we pass into survival mode and our reactions become automatic, devoid of feeling.  Bridge the separation by considering the needs of others - by giving consideration we receive the warmth of affection and respect in return.  Question: What is the healing that you seek?

L in EAST

The help you seek lies on a familiar shore.  Look closer to home.

Familiarity breeds disrespect and blindness.  The solution to the quest often lies near to hand, indeed it may have been in your grasp this long time.  Do not despise the ordinary routes.  Heroic searches in far-off places may enhance a feeling of self-esteem and effort, but often fail to pay off.  Question: What or who never lets you down?

L in WEST

You need to unknot the coil you have made.  Retrace your steps and make amends.

When There is a muddle, it is impossible to continue without sorting things out - the coils can circumscribe further action or create further confusion.  As with a tangled length of twine, start at one end and trace back patiently to the other end, stopping to untie any knots and snarls.  When things are straightened, there can be movement again.  Question:  What needs to be sorted out?

L in SOUTH

You are steering strongly but double-check the co-ordinates to keep on course.

When a voyage is begun confidently, the mariner is joyful but never complacent, ever keeping an eye on the weather and on the horizon.  Over-confidence and boastfulness will not prevent shipwreck, but courage and vigilance will bring the ship safely to harbor.  Everything is subject to sudden change.  Question: What co-ordinates need to be checked again at this time?

The Rowan tree is also known as the European Mountain Ash or the Mountain Ash. The Celtic word is An Caorthann. An even older name of the tree is "luis", which corresponded to the second letter of the alphabet.  It has distinctive white flowers and orange-red berries which contribute to its reputation. 

The druids of Ireland favored rowan, hawthorn, and yew over the oak, favored by the Celts of Gaul.  The semi-divine Tuatha De Danann were thought to have brought rowan to Ireland from Tir Tairngire (the Land of Promise). 

Rowan Tree takes its name from Celt and Scottish legends that tell of the magical Rowan tree symbolizing beauty, privacy, peace and sanctuary.

Rowan Tree Spells

Upon the morning of Rowan Tree Day, venture out into the soft, dewy stillness which lies on the breast of the land in the hour before sunrise, bearing a knife with a handle of gold or silver, or brass at a pinch (sickles work wonderfully), which you have sharpened and polished with care under the rays of the last full moon.  Seek out a rowan tree; the first you come to will be the one to work the magic.  Bow most respectively to the spirit of the tree and chant this rune:

Witch tree, rowan tree, pretty mountain ash,

Protect me right well from storm, flood and flash;

Now do I beg of thee some wee twigs and leaves,

And pri'thee turn from me all harm and griefs.

Take your knife, and tenderly cut away a palmful of foliage, making sure you do no damage.  Now you must say

I thank thee, wicken tre,

I thank thee, Lady!

and after bowing three times, you may turn your steps homeward, only be very certain to traverse a different route to that you came by.  The rowan leaves will give you a pocketful of goodly charms, which may be slipped into your purse and your shoe, your handkerchief and your apron, to bring you good luck and favor, and safety to your person; and if you hang a little sprig over the hearth and over your bed, the beneficent charm will also be worked.  If you keep animals, put a little over the stable door or near the byre, and the spell will work likewise.  A twelvemonth will the charm hold good; then the magic must be worked again.

Wear a sprig of rowan in your hair when you ride upon your horse, and the Goddess spirit in it will speak to your steed, and calm and soothe the beast, so that you come to no harm and your journey will be swift and untroubled, in whatever wise it may please you to travel, for the Goddess weaves a journeyer's charm about those travelers who wear her sign and signature in their hair.

Thread a necklace of scarlet berries from the rowan tree, and if you walk consciously in the Goddess's presence when wearing it, she will give you beauty of form and face and smile most benignantly upon you so that you walk always in a charmed circle.  The wood of the rowan, too, brings down the blessings of the Goddess.  It is lucky for children and animals, and all tender, newborn things, which the Goddess folds unto her heart. 

Make a rowan garland in the joyful rays of the sun, and place it around the waist of an expectant mother near her time, so that the pangs of birth will be eased for her when the good hours comes.

Make a rowan garland in the enchanted hush of the beams of the moon, and give it to one who suffers from the racks of rheumatism.  Then will his pains be soothed all away, so that however scornful he may hertofore have been in making great gave of it, he will henceforth respect most profoundly the art of wortcunning- that is, the knowledge of the properties of herbs and how to apply them for healing and magic - and its practitioners, all his life long.

Rowan sprigs collected on Bealtaine and hung over doors, food lockers, and cribs will protect until Samhain when new cures must be found.  At Samhain try hanging up dried apples or dried heather in place of rowan. 

A classic protection known as a Witch Bottle can be specifically directed towards faeries.  Witch Bottles are containers, usually of glass, which hold rather unpleasant items such as nails, pins, broken glass, urine, blood, salt, ash, or herbs which have all been empowered and buried near your home.  Items specifically used to deter faeries can be added in place of any or all of the above mentioned items.  A traditional Celtic Witch Bottle for faery protection contained nine shoots from the roots of an ash tree, or three each of rowan, oak, and ash.  A simpler and just as effective Witch Bottle can make use of rue, garlic, and cloves on a bed of ashes and salt.  Be creative and add the things which to your own mind signal protection, for these are the only things which can truly shield you.  Empower the Witch Bottle by visualizing it doing its job of reflecting away from you all faeries who seek to enter your home.  when you feel it has absorbed as much energy as it can hold you should bury it near your home.  It is traditional to bury the bottle at midnight during a waning moon, but anytime the protection is wanted and needed is the best time.

You can also tie up small bags of protective herbs in little circles of white or gold fabric and put them up in discreet corners of your home.  Use clove, bay leaves, acorns, frankincense, garlic, cinnamon, valerian, basil, blackberry, mints, pepper, sandalwood, ashes, cactus needles, pine needles, lavender, mandrake (toxic), broom (toxic), heather, or rowan.  As you place each herb in the cloth and proceed to tie it up, visualize the herbs repelling any faery being who tries to enter your home.  Remember that visualization and desire are the key elements to successful magick.

As you hang up the bags up in your home repeat a chant such as:

Bag of cloth and herb and oak,

As ye do hang, hang bane to choke.

You can create your own spells with any of the protection methods by empowering them with your energy and ritualizing them.

The rowan is another ancient and magical tree.  Its spirit holds the knowledge of the omens of nature and how to read them without becoming superstitious.  This spirit is so strong that when linked with, it can teach you to call up magic spirits, guides and elementals.  It is a tree spirit who helps prevent intrusions by outside forces.  It is grounding and prevents becoming lost in the faerie realms.

In Tochmarc Etain (the Wooing of Etain), the jealous Fuamnach transforms Eatain into a pool of water by striking her with a rod of rowan.  Ailill mac Mata sends Fraech in search of rowan, just as Grainne demands that Diarmait get some for her.  Often the rowanberry was thought to foster rejuvenation: a man 160 years old could be returned to his prime with the honey taste of rowanberries.  The happy dead rest under woven roofs of quicken or rowan boughs.  The salmon of Knowledge eats rowanberries (or hazelnuts.)  In all Celtic fairylore, the rowan was thought to offer the best protection against enchantment and witchcraft.

In the Isle of Man twigs of rowan were made into crosses, crosh cruirn, and placed over doorwas and hidden in the long tails of cattle to protect them from harm.  On Man, also rowan boughs were carried in Beltaine (May Day) ceremonies.

This tree was one of high magic, and was supposed to have magical powers, Its round wattles, spread with newly-flayed bulls' hides, were used by the Druids as a last extremity for compelling demons to answer difficult questions".

According to tradition, the tree would normally be planted at the door of the house for protection from evil spirits and give the occupants privacy, peace, and refuge. Also twigs might be placed over the byre door. Necklaces of rowan berries with red thread worn for protection by Highland women.

The delicate-leaved rowan with its clusters of autumn berries that delight the eye is called by countryfolk the 'witch' or 'wicken tree', and so is revealed as sacred.  If its seed roots naturally in the garden, then that garden is blessed indeed and enjoys the favor and protection of the faeries.

The rowan as the Druid tree, is part of the ancient Celtic brotherhood of the forests; its wood, foliage and bonny scarlet berries were revered ingredients in their magical arts. The rowan turns away all evil and thrives upon sites where once stood Druidic stone circles, or lands where Druidic rites and perambulation  have blessed the soil. When the rowan is hung with a rich crop of burgeoning berries, it is said that the earthly remains of some sainted soul lie buried nearby.  Even if, say the old wise-saws, a sprinkling of their antique dust is all that quietly remains in the earth, the essence of their goodness and wisdom endures, and is celebrated and tenderly protected by the ardent branches of the wicken tree.

The fairies often adopt a lone wicken tree as their own, making a palace within its etheric body and below its roots deep and far into the earth.  The rowan is one of the special trilogy- oak, ash and thorn - which protects from malignant spirits and all forms of psychic attack.  The rowan tree is a holy tree and a fairy tree, for there is no division between sanctity and the fairies, although orthodoxy has traditionally claimed there is.

If your garden is without a rowan, plant one in a tranquil spot and give the young tree your heartfelt care.  Then your souls will unite one with the other, and if danger or illness should threaten you or yours, the rowan will speak a warning of it by falling listless and withering a little in growth.  When it flourishes fine and strong, fortune is sure to smile upon you; and in all the calamities of your life, the wicken tree will be to your a source of protection and comfort, and shelter for your soul.  Water the young tree well each and every day for a year and a day after planting, and bless the water each Monday and Friday of the week by holding your hands aloft over the pail and whispering a prayer to the Goddess to send a stream of light from your heart down into the water.  This you will breathe froth from the exalted organ as if you were weaving a skein of silver stars into the depths of the mysterious reflective element. 

Above all, remember that the wicken tree is proud.  It will not gladly suffer other plants to touch or to grow too near; therefore be counseled to leave a little space clear around its bole, for honor's sake.  The secret of the majesty of this spiritual tree and its regal Goddess powers is celebrated on 3 May, which is Rowan Tree Day, more generally known as Holy Rood Day, the feast of the Invention of the Holy Cross.  On this day, the home and all its outlying buildings should be decorated with sprigs of the rowan, to court the blessing, felicity and protection of the Goddess.

 

The Four Treasures of the Tuatha De Dannan

The Tuatha De Dannan came to Ireland from four cities of the Otherworld, Murias, Falias, Gorias and Finias, bringing with them four treasures.  It should be noted here that these four symbols of magical elements are reflected in the Sword, the Spear, the Cup and the Pentacle of the Tarot. According to all modern research, the exact origin of the Tarot is not known, but it is believed that it originated somewhere around India and was brought to Europe with the Gypsies. The earliest known Tarot decks appeared around the fourteenth century.

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Mannanan, the Holy Bárd, brought from Murias in the West
the Cauldron of Renewal,
which has the Power to regenerate life.
Those who drink from it do not die, but may pass beyond the Portals
to gain the wisdom of the Otherworld and return.

Dread Morrighan, the Rìgh-Bhean, brought from Falias, in the north
the Stone of Destiny.
This is the stone of Divine Right on which kings are crowned.
Wherever it may be, the Scepter is to be with it.
In that resides the wisdom and the spirit of the Mighty Ones,
Its guardian has the Power to cross beyond the Portals of Time and Space.

Great Lugh of the Long Arm, Warlord of the Dannan, carried from Finias in the South
the Spear of Victory.
This is the Shining Spear, against which no enemy shall prevail.
The guardian of this spear shall be always victorious,
for its Power is such that no battle can ever be sustained against it.

Ogma of the Sunface, the Lady's Champion, carried from Glorias in the East
the Sword of Light.
No enemy ever escapes once it is drawn from its sheath.

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The Quartering of Eire

copyright September 16, 2002

By Autumn Laird

East the cauldron, Murias, Fort of the Sea and prosperity

South the Fal stone roars, Failias, proclaiming musically a King's destiny

West the spear of Lugh, Gorias, Burning Fort of wisdom

North the sword of Nuada, Findias, come battle and warring

Center the flaith of sovereignty, Meath, where the great fires of Tara burn

To each quarter linked to Otherworld aspects...

 

now Tara manor is settled

come ye children and gather the stones

find the music in the south

and dance to the sounds of a melody

let the pipe and drum play on in the north

wars forgotten in the enchanted isles

let the peace become

a place inside a heart so strong

be at one with the song

rock and sway to the faerie tune

the past be the past

the future still lies in your hands

now come to the standing stones

remember the circle that is unbroken

through the maze winding, turning

spiraling back to the center

where first the quarters of Tara united

upon a sacred hill

in the mist and in the heather

green as all earth lay untouched

a path to the sky through the waters

and through the rains

upon this land we do pray

bring ye peace and love

the power of the ancient days

channeling in the accent

to reach the highest point

cleansing of the land

reunited in the king sun

given by the mother goddess of the land

it is her right to which should all ignore

listen now to hear the ocean roar

and know too that I am within

a sacred spiral of returning

come now to the four quarters

be blessed by the wind

be warmed by the sun

be purified in santimonium by the fire

be fed upon the green earth

be sustained by the water's mirth

and illuminated by the word

so that in time all will unite

hand in hand this heart of royalty

stood by the course of time

by the will of perseverance

so that the trees will know us

by the knocking upon their cord

awaken ancient ones

spring forth your faerie life

the forests call again

to the bog and to the edges of man

till the day comes

when we see the past at hand

and return in this circle

wiser than before

knowing the Goddess lives inside

this season's door

so be it that the lines have run

deeper than man has ever come

the living essence for which is given

spirit to the green lands

upon them rides a protector

the Greenman

should you kill him to like the Goddess

in fear and in sadness

all that will blight your wickedness

in blindness you will know

the circle must turn and grow

not be held back by some misfortunate soul

who would bind a land to greed

so for me I will choose to see

and sing the song melancholy

as we return to a wasted land

but it is in my hand that sweet blossom can grow

within the tiniest seed

my song will surely show

the path up those ancient stones

changing my song into joyous reunion

with the Goddess in my heart

and the Kings of Tara bestowed

the ancient rite of the serpent healing

winding its solar skin across the stone

shedding the old year of its weariness

and now it is plain to all this Celtic Mandela

making the invisible world visible

to all who lay sheltered under under the tree

for which creative life force guides thee

to the Otherworld and back

returning to the center of history.

To the West and Connacht 

Came the foundations of Learning and Wisdom, 

Teaching, science and judgment. 

From the North and Ulster came the Battle 

Pride, war, conflicts and contentions. 

To the South and Munster came Music, 

Poetic arts and advocacy. 

The East and Leinster brought Prosperity, 

Abundance, hospitality and dignity. 

And from the Centre, from Mide, 

Came the Kingship and Stewardship 

Which holds the other four provinces 

Fast into one island community.

Where the mists of time have come to part,

The quarters of Tara remain close at heart,

Four points uniting the mystic cross,

In the center the web is pulled taught,

Through the rocks and the trees,

Life spins in the Celtic heartbeat,

Woven together by the fabric of island, mist, & sea

Story of gold illumination turns the pages,

To a song made of the elements and the quarters at hand,

Sweet ballad of green Eire-land.

 The Old Ones

copyright June 19, 2002

By Aylinor (   Pam )   

Alone in the great shadow of  Stonehenge stood a great oak. His roots were deep and well anchored here. He had been in this place since the great stones were placed here. He had watched in wonder at the coming and going of the ones of the old faith.

Today he watched silently as the elders entered the sacred circle. The oldest among them his hair now white with age had once climbed his strong branches as a child to watch in secret as the old ones performed their rituals. This man seemed tired to the 

Great Oak but the twinkle was still in his eyes. His voice still sounded strong but the oak heard the sadness there.   "It is time my brothers for us to leave them. There are many others of our path that will leave this world for the Higher Plane. The new faith is encroaching and it will be many years before we will be summoned again. Our young ones will carry us with them and our words will be carried on the leaves of the trees and wind. I go to seek my rest now my brothers. Blessings to you as you seek yours."   Quietly each of the elders left the circle seeking their own path alone. The old one walked silently toward the oak. He set under the branches of his old friend and closed his eyes.   "Ah, Grandfather oak, grant me serenity." The oak gently moved his branches making a gentle breeze stir and flow over the Druid.  " I am here my friend." He knew the Druid could feel him. " 

I am so tired Grandfather...I am in need of rest."   "Then close your eyes and rest my friend. I will wake you when you are needed." And there in the shadow of the Henge the Great Oak folded his branches around the Druid and they became one.   Listen closely to the song of the trees for in them is the wisdom of the old ones.

Keepers of the Flame

copyright August 15, 2002

By Aylinor (   Pam )   

                        Chants fill the night air

                        Praises to the Gods raised on high.

 

                        The flames reflecting the shadows on the stones

                        Each of the thirteen moving as one around the great circle of light.

 

                        Streams of blinding light from above

                        Illuminating each one as bright as the crystals in their hands.

 

                        In the center of the flame silhouetted against the night

                        A man and woman in an embrace as old as time.

 

                        Two were the future of the Old Ways chosen

                        As keepers of all the knowledge the thirteen held.

 

                        The thirteen joined hands and the light connected them in one great circle.

                        Rays of light shot toward the stars as the chants filled the air.

 

                        Four rays shot form the flame to the four winds

                        At each point a tree, a sacred oak, grew from the end of the beam.     

                       

 

                        Lights joined in one orb and rose toward the sky.

                        With a cry the thirteen left with the promise to return when needed.

 

                        As the night became calm and the clouds moved from the moon.

                        Left in the circle were the two in the flame,

 

                        The keepers of the Sacred Knowledge of the Old Ones,

                        The new Keepers of the Flame.

 


Time

 

copyright October 20, 2000

 

By Aylinor (   Pam ) 

 

Time is an endless melody like the satin ribbon of life

Cut and shredded, shrilled and screamed.

Memories of the past, dreams of the future all belong to each.

But the ribbon of endless time has broken since this time began 

and means nothing at all to man.

 

I have wondered the halls of this endless time,

But now my walk is almost through,

because now the journey belongs to you.

I have come and gone this way many times before, 

always to be heard but never seen.

 

I have walked beside you many times in the shadows of early dawn,

So I go being remembered only as the ghost of your dreams.

 

 

Rowena

 

Copyright September 16, 2002

 

By Autumn Laird

 

In the warm lazy days of summer heat,

Waves shimmering in the dancing sun,

Between the ripples strands of time,

Strung on the ribbons of light,

Watching clouds building pictures,

The hand of her silently steps through,

The gateway lays open in twilight,

Calling forth the mistress of secret wisdom,

The eve birds sing  and chime,

Awakening the Rowan trees,

Arcane powers dance and lift,

As the heat of summer relinquishes,

To the stars of night and thin veil mist,

Soft, so soft, she touches upon the land,

The peace of night setting those to slumber,

All in this magical land,

While she gently tends to her duties,

Sanctuary in the cradle of moonlight,

Housed in the tree of Rowan this symbol of her beauty,

Fair and gentle soft she whispers,

A song fair upon the land,

The elements shimmer and hold,

Still her whisper is the wind,

Her hair made of light and long to her girdle,

Smiling this Goddess gives a secret blessing,

For those who have wished on the Luis branches,

She lifts this prayer of silken string,

To the heavens woven in the gateway,

The fertile abundance of the Summerland,

Protective circles spinning forth from her lips,

A song made an amulet of high magick,

And as fair as she is,

The little people dancing in the night bliss,

As the worlds again hush and her time slowly slips,

Parting the worlds again to rebalance,

Crossing into the peace leaving behind the smallest trace,

Light and airy she flits,

Gracefully into the land of the twilight stars,

Though her song never lifts,

Like a ribbon gift,

The dew from her lips kissed,

Long peace and gentle guidance,

To safety you come when Rowan bestows,

The honor of its circle in your midst,

Secret wood-star hidden within.