This Blog is one whose time has come! It is one where I shall express my views and beliefs in a diplomatic matter having finally reached the end of my gracious-tether due to more than a decade of uncivil behavior from far more combative and slanderous Pagan individuals that refuse to "live, and let live". Furthermore, I am exhausted having my devotion to the Goddess questioned, under the inappropriate guise that She could never have chosen me, implying that I am guilty of gross mendacity!
I sincerely believe that the gods choose us, regardless of our individual personality traits--after all, I am very much a pacifist. Indeed, my own experience involves synchronicity, which Physicist F. David Peat has defined as "coincidences that are so unusual and so psychologically meaningful they don't seem to be the result of chance alone."[1] It is simply unacceptable to me that pagans would choose the gods (would you demand a relationship with a perfect stranger after having run up to their home unannounced?), let alone "work with them" as if they are a mere banal ingredient in some spell or ritual! Because I am also very much a Skeptic, my keenly analytical mind required the multi-tiered experiences that follow, otherwise I may very well have dismissed it as utterly inconsequential.
It began on the Eve of Lughnasah[2] in 2002 as I was preparing for a simple Lughnasah Rite the next day. Now, by this time I had been studying and practicing the Old Ways including researching the ancient heritage of my Celtic ancestors for five years. Having finished the final draft of my invocation to the Old Ones I decided to take a break from the day and sat on the back steps in the humid Iowan weather. However, as I gazed out at the field of corn (maize) in the pitch black night I noticed a spectacular fireworks display as I was taking in the Mysteries of Autumn. I wondered to myself if the Farmer's setting off these lights were aware of the Holy Day that was about to greet us.
Later that night as I retired to bed and soundly slept I had a Visionary Encounter with The Morrighan dressed in multi-colored robes. I awoke with Her name on my lips muttering praises to my Lady. That morning I set pen to paper and decided to change my invocation to praise An Morrighan, knowing that She was also worshipped in antiquity at Lughnasah.[3] Again, that evening, as I slumbered having commenced with my solemn Rite earlier in the day I had yet another Visionary Encounter featuring An Morrighan which I took as a clear symbol that She had accepted my praise and offering to Her, and that She had called me to serve Her as a Priest of the Goddess.
I have been researching The Morrighan, specifically, since this solemn moment on an academic level. However, I must impress onto anyone who finds this Blog that I never allowed any preconceptions to dictate who this Goddess was and is (least of all books by contemporary Pagan authors!); rather, I merely allowed the research to inform me about my beloved Goddess and Her ultimate Nature.
In Service to the Goddess,
Wade MacMorrighan
END NOTES:
[1] Talbot, Michael (1991). The Holographic Universe. HarperPerennial: pp. 3.
[2] The Celtic peoples considered the eve of a respective day and celebration to be the onset of that day in question. For more on this, please consult: O hOgain, Daithi (1999). The Sacred Isle: Belief and Religion in Pre-Christian Ireland. The Collins Press: Wilton, Cork, Ireland.
[3] MacNeill, Maire (2008). The Festival of Lughnasa. Four Courts Press: Dublin, Ireland.
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