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Monday, 1 May 2017

Bealtaine, Water & Sun~Enchanted Dew.


Bealtaine Eve, Oíche Bealtaine, and the supernatural prevails.

On May Day, the start of summer, especially in the moments before dawn, water was understood 
to possess magical qualities and in rural Ireland the Good People used this medium to meddle in the affairs of humans.

Folk belief was rich in traditions surrounding wells, rivers and dew at this time.



Tobar Geal, Bright / White Well, Co. Galway. 

The first water taken from the well after dawn on May Day, known as Barra-bua an tobair , 
sgaith an tobair, ‘the top of the well’ or ‘the luck of the well’, was collected from the surface using 
a milk-skimmer. 
This water, which brought luck to the household, was used as protection against evil intent and 
was saved for healing. 



Village well, Co. Offaly.

Where a water source was in a village or shared by neighbours there was rivalry 
between households to be the first to skim the well for luck after the sun rose on May Day.


So strong was the belief in Other-worldly forces that precautions were taken to protect the water supply from interference. 


Village pumps were also defended, especially at dawn on May morning and some were chained 
and locked overnight to prevent their use.


People sat guarding the well, salt or holy water was sprinkled around the site or a slip of mountain ash or piece of iron was placed in the water itself. 



Flowers collected on Bealtaine Eve were placed in wells to safeguard water and the health 
and livelihood of the community. Later in the day May flower water could be taken from the well
for use as a cure and as a means of protection.


However, it was not only the Good People who were believed to be abroad at this time. 
Certain individuals who harboured evil intentions would steal well water or dew from fields to appropriate the fertility, luck and prosperity of their neighbours.



The Hag of the Mill - LINK HERE


Those who worked charms were understood to be older women with supernatural powers, gained from invoking 
the devil or associating with the Good People. 
They obtained assistance from the Otherworld by crawling naked on May morning under an arch of briar then bathed naked in dew. 



Water was understood to hold a subtle connection to people and to animals which could be 
utilised by fairy and human alike.


Taking water from three different wells on May morning had the power of stealing the butter yield from the neighbours, whilst water taken from a point where 3 farm boundaries or townlands met, uisce na dtrí teorann, ‘water of three mearings’, was especially potent for use in magical workings and setting charms, so these areas were safeguarded.




Drinking place for cattle on the River Barrow.


Watch was often kept overnight at streams which flowed through farmland as the spots where cattle drank were also vulnerable. 
Strangers or Otherworld beings, who could approach in the form of wild creatures, were warned off with a shout or a blast from a shotgun.




To avert malign influence neither milk nor cow dung was permitted to fall into streams lest the water be used magically. 
Even after milking, hands to be washed elsewhere to avoid drawing unwanted attention to the contaminated water. 

Dew was of great value on the first day of summer.

In some places as much as possible would be gathered before sunrise in order to ensure enough money for the rest of the year.


Washing the face or rolling naked in May dew bestowed beauty as well as giving a resistance 
to sunburn, freckles, chapping and wrinkling of the skin in the following year. 

Dew was collected before sunrise by shaking long grass or herbs into a dish or by placing a clean cloth on the grass and wringing it out when soaked.
The most powerful dew was understood to collect on green corn or wheat.



Dew on May morning was considered most potent and walking barefoot through grass 
ensured healthy feet.


The collected dew was transferred into a clear glass bottle then placed on a window sill to stand in the summer sunshine. 
During this time any dirt settled at the bottom then the liquid was decanted. 
This process was carried out several times as the action of ‘sunbeams’ on the dew itself was considered purifying and increased its’ potency. 
By the end of summer the dew would look ‘whitish’ and could be kept for a year or two as a 
medicine to cure headaches, skin ailments and sore eyes.




Dew was at its’ most potent when used before sunrise on May Day especially when it was employed in the working 
of malevolent magic.
‘Stealing the butter’, increasing your butter yield at others’ expense, was accomplished by gathering dew from a neighbours’ field where their cows grazed whilst repeating a charm.

“Come butter come!
Come butter come!
Every lump as big as my bum!”

***

Today many May Day water customs have long been forgotten but the practice of washing the face in May dew continues.
Where did this reverence for dew originate?

The late folklorist Dáithí Ó hÓgáin wrote of a source of wisdom employed by the druid-poets which describes the action of sun on dew resulting in inspiration. 

imbas gréine, … defined in early literature as ‘bubbles which the sun impregnates on herbs, 
and whoever consumes them gains poet-craft.
This is a reference to dew.”




Ó hÓgáin goes on to say:

“Elsewhere there are highly significant references to druchtu Déa, (dew of a goddess), 
which in early poetic rhetoric was a kenning for the all-important 
ith ocus blicht (‘corn and milk’). ”

The land-goddess is fertilised by the sun, her body produces dew and the corn and milk which are essential for the nourishment for the community. 

As Ó hÓgáin theorised this may be an early understanding of agriculture and the partaking of dew an element in druidic ritual during summer.


At dawn tomorrow, when you wash your face in the dew, beware, 
you may be taking part in a tradition that stretches back further than you imagine.













Saturday, 13 August 2016

The Burren: Land of the Fertile Rock.


Slieve Elva from slieveelva.com

I have visited the Burren countless times over the years, each time I’m awestruck by the landscape which leads me astray amongst the grey purple rock and twisting roads.



Although the Burren appears barren, it has been inhabited and farmed for almost six millennia and 
is full of unexpected treasures awaiting discovery.


‘The Lowering Sky’

The iconic Poulnabrone dolmen, Poll na mBrón, "hole of sorrows”, above, is thought to have been built here because of a natural spring which rises close by. 
The spring has flowed for thousands of years as it does to this day. 


The ice carved rock and water scarred limestone holds the resting places of many ancestors.



Páirc na Binne wedge tomb is one of 80 such monuments on the Burren.


The Glenisheen collar, perhaps an offering to the gods, 
was found by a local man near Ballyvaughan in 1934.


Here Pagan practices sit side by side with Christian devotions.




Abbey at Kilmacduagh with hill top mound on the horizon.



A luxuriant hidden valley hides a clear spring well.



Spring flowers emerge in unlikely places.





There is a goddess above a doorway,



near a stone to cure the backache.



Twisted whitethorn turns against the Atlantic wind



and sudden lowering cloud descends down to the Flaggy Shore.


The wild Burren holds many surprises.



In recent years, Jeff O’Connell wrote about the late Patrick Sheehan, professor of Modern Irish Literature. He recalled a visit they made to the Burren at 2am to discover whether places, once inhabited, still held the spiritual traces of the people.

“ … if anyone had seen us they would have truly thought we were, truly, away with the fairies … 
Suddenly we began to see tiny points of light all over the place for maybe 15 or 20 minutes.
We were stunned and found we’d had the same kind of experience.
We headed home and hardly ever talked of it again.”

Years later O’Connell discovered that the spot they had visited was the site of a long deserted village.




Although I love this grey green landscape, I have come to realise that I'm not wholly at ease here.
In the silence broken only by birdcall and wind, I have often felt myself observed and am certain that for a few moments I am not alone.
The land of the fertile rock holds memories of the past and old ones still haunt the land.




For a taste of the Burren in spring:




My understanding of the Burren has been greatly increased by reading “The Book of The Burren’ which includes chapters on its’ geology, flora, wildlife, pre-history, sacred wells and much more. 






You can order the book HERE

For a glimpse into how life may have been lived in the 16th century, the Burren mystery novels by
local author Cora Harrison, featuring her Brehon detective, Mara, are worth reading.


Her books are HERE

But nothing compares to visiting the place itself. 
If you intend to visit the Burren this is the map you need. 


The Burren by Tim Robinson is detailed enough to show wells, sacred sites and places of folklore,
but beware - it will not stop you from being led astray. 

Available from: Tim and Máiréad Robinson. Folding Landscapes. 
Roundstone, Co. Galway.  Email: info@foldinglandscapes.com 







Sunday, 17 January 2016

Æ, artist & mystic - “And the old enchantment lingers in the honey-heart of earth.”

‘The Spirit of the Pool via the Beauty of Art’

I first saw the work of the Irish visionary, George William Russell some twenty years ago and have been fascinated by his life ever since.  

Self portrait as a young man and an older Æ, described as having eyes 
“like well-springs in a wildwood of hair and beard.” 

Born in County Armagh in 1867, his family moved to Dublin when he was a child and it was here that Russell remained throughout his life. 


Plaque outside 84 Merrion Square, Dublin where Æ once worked.
You can read more about his life HERE

It was on a visit to his aunt in Drumgor, Co. Antrim when he was 16, that Russell experienced his first vision:

‘The Stolen Child’

"there broke in on me an almost intolerable lustre of light - pure and shining faces, 
dazzling processions of figures - most ancient, ancient places 
and peoples and landscapes lovely as the lost Eden"



‘Deirdre at the door of her Dun’

After hearing a voice whispering “AEON” to him as he painted, Russell used the pseudonym Æ to sign his work from then on.

Æ’s signature on the Autograph Tree next to that of WB Yeats at Coole Park.

Although known primarily as a poet, he was a painter, a committed worker for the Co-Operative Society, an editor and co-founder of the famous Abbey Theatre in Dublin as well as a mystic.


Æ’s visions of the ‘many-coloured land’ and the Tuatha Dé Danann inspired many of his early paintings and he continued to paint the Otherworld throughout his life.

‘Spirit of the Sea’

His spirits and fairies were not the small, winged creatures of Victorian fantasy but huge, dominating presences, the ‘Shining Ones’, their heads crowned with ‘flames’ of energy. 

They were Warriors, 

‘The Crusade’

‘Wood chopper and Tree Spirit’

Spirits of wood, water and cave

‘Aeon’


‘Lissadell fairies cavern’

and the Tuatha Dé Danann of Ireland who demanded respect.

‘Petition’

‘Tired’

Russell, known as the ‘myriad-minded man’, died aged 68. 


He is buried in Mount Jerome Cemetery, Dublin.

Many of his paintings are held in public collections throughout Ireland and others have emerged 
since his death.


Lying concealed beneath wallpaper at 3 Ely Place in Dublin are more of Æ’s visions. 
Two murals have been uncovered in the building which was once the headquarters of the Theosophical Society in Ireland. Others may surface in the future.

Æ’s visions continue to inspire.

“And the old enchantment lingers in the honey-heart of earth.”


Russell's poem ‘A Dream of Angus Oge’ and Winter Solstice at Newgrange.  
A video by Mythical Ireland.

More about Russell and the Theosophical Society can be found HERE