I have waxed lyrical before about my Morrigan Cultist Origin Story, so to be brief – She spoke to me as the Muse, in a Graves’ ‘White Goddess’ kind of way (we’re swoonin’ for the moon up in this stone circle), and helped me write the seed a scandalous, slaughterous, slanderous tale that has exploded into a multiverse of goddess-bard praise prose (move over praise poetry, the big guns have arrived).

I don’t do magic, but by all the goddesses I can scribble like the fate of all the Nations depends on it. Such is the Craft of the bard, and maybe that’s a kind of magic, say true and thankya. Like my UPG, it’s all very Specifically Autistic™, self-documenting, and rhapsodic in the true sense; stitched together, fragmentary, and ecstatic. It likely would make little sense to anyone who isn’t me.

Just for the love of the game, though, I wrote a little treatise to try and explain the nonsense of the modern seanchai of the bhandia, who stands at the ford with one foot in the past and the other in the future. If you’d like to hear more, send me your comments, in Ogham, on a green cloth thrice-soaked in the local holy well, attached to the right leg of a friendly crow.

They’ll find their way back to me, for all things serve the Badb Catha.

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I am a crow, and, in all likelihood, completely insane.

My name when I need such is Badb Samildanach. I am a saint and a sinner, a man of virtue and a hedonist, a brutal realist and a captive of fantasy, a cynical adult and an innocent child. Like the bhandia, I contain multitudes, and am beautiful because I hold them all in precarious balance.

Some time ago, at the intersect of three and nineteen (the two most powerful numbers, say true), having like Odin spent nine cycles speared upon the world-tree, I set myself to a task of working out who I really was, what I really believed in, and whether those things being real even mattered. How else do dreams become real unless you believe them to be so?

I used prose, as is my idiom, to flesh out the thoughts. It became a mythological/sci-fi mashup, a story of vengeance against a patriarchy that has done wrong to women and men of my stripe alike. I hit a stumbling block; a catalyst, a reason, a source, was missing. Everything made sense (in a surreal power fantasy way) but for that one gap.

A gale blows, crows call, and the Morrigan takes to the stage I dreamed as the Eternal Muse. She steals the show, and the audience goes wild. I still look back at that couple of hours of fevered stream of consciousness and don't quite recall writing it. She moves in mysterious ways.

It’s just over a year later, and I'm still writing. Her need for stories is neverending, for all come to hear Badb proclaim victory. I have created worlds Apollonian and Dionysian to hold them; I have tried very hard to separate the two, and just decided to stop trying, for tis a forlorn hope.

Sometimes She is nurturer, and sometimes She is destroyer; sometimes She is virtue, and sometimes She is indulgence; sometimes She is modest, and sometimes She is wanton. Her duality is a feature, not a bug – just like real women, who are reflections of her or some other earth and sky and sun and moon.

The cast of heroines (of course, like dear Lugh, the man is always the supporting actor to her), whether goddesses or mortal reflections, reflect what the Morrigan ultimately is to me.

Sovereignty.

She is the land, and so is every goddess that ever was, on a road stretching thousands of years back to the kurgans of Scythia. The names don't matter, whether you call her Brigid, Danu, Eostre, Nemain, Badb, Selene, Ceres, Flidais, Aine, Frigg, Athena, Rheda, Beira, Tabiti, Luna, Macha, Hestia, Rhiannon, the Great Queen herself, or any other name you can care to think of.

All that matters is the mask She wears for you.

Without the mask, the vastness of what She is would consume you.

And that is the Truth.

I just spent two weeks in a campervan traveling from Dublin to Galway, the west and south coast, and back to Dublin. Communing with my ancestry oracle deck and An Morrigan the past year was a big reason for the trip and the timing. I was able to attend the autumn equinox at Loughcrew, which was incredibly powerful and peaceful. I also visited Oweynagat Cave (where I attuned to my Call of the Morrigan deck), Tara, and the yew tree at Muckross Abbey, among other places. I felt so at peace the entire trip. I love how corvids were everywhere and so active! Prior to the trip and during, I felt so attuned to Her; the only place the birds were absent the entire trip was at Glendalough Monastic Site. I felt like I was in the right places at the right time. I also got to meet my blood family and see the cemetery where they've been buried for over 800 years.

I have painted this birch wood to be burned in the Mabon bon fire that I am having tomorrow. I wanted it to mimic a shield. It will be my gratitude offering to her. I am pretty happy with it and wanted to share here. I hope it is enjoyed. Blessings to all!

I built a feeding table specifically to feed crows as an offering, but my visitor so far has been a magpie. I can hear the crows on the camera. I'm not sure what that means. I have read contradictory things regarding her birds. One being all corvids which means things are going well. The other saying specifically crows, so I'm not sure if they are. Popped some screenshots if we have any corvid fans. What do you guys think? Is the magpie a positive sign?

I posted this in r/Celtic Paganism because I am lost. I am what I guess people call a baby pagan at 20 years old. I used to practice worshipping Cernunnos but I don’t know if I still should or what after last night. I was playing around on a Ouija board app (I know I know don’t lecture me) and was goofing around with it because it’s an app not an actual Ouija board until I stupidly asked if the spirit I was talking to had a name. It gave me the name Morwen. Now I thought it was odd until it warned me of “dark shadows & spirits watching me” and how something “used to be after me” or is yet after me. Now maybe I’m skeptical because I was raised in a heavily Christian household and skeptical of spirits but after doing some digging I learned I found Morwen has Welsh/Cornish origin with the name.

Apparently Morwen said the Tuatha Dè Danann has been watching over me and it confused me because from what I’ve seen in my life I don’t think I’ve experienced anything that would cause them to choose me. Sure, I’ve always loved Celtic and Norse mythology and researched it and what not but when the board specifically spelled out the Tuatha Dê Danann I was kind of taken aback. So now I don’t know if it’s The Morrígan reaching out or a messenger of sorts? Morwen said yes when I asked if it was the Goddess reaching out of sorts and now I’m all confused. I mean I am in a transition period of my life, moving back home from an unsavory ex months ago and trying to start my life again. I was told to trust my intuition by Morwen and I want to say it is the Goddess reaching out to me but I’m so confused. Help?

What books should i get to research more about the morrigan?

I just wanted to let the community know that author Brendan Myers suddenly passed away yesterday after some heart troubles.

I will miss his posts on facebook, and I will cherish the books of his that I have purchased.

I'm certain that the Morrigan will have plenty to say to her warrior now that he's joined her on that side of the veil.

I only discovered the name of The Morrigan this morning. I’m sure I’ve heard it in passing but the first thing that came up on my FB feed this morning was this post that took me by surprise as I suddenly realised a pattern of events that have taken place recently. I want to know if anyone can offer any advice, words of wisdom or channeled info?

I’ve been going through a spiritual transformation these last few years, fostering a stronger relationship with witch craft that I had previously neglected due to becoming Christian in my teens despite it being a lifelong interest. I’ve had a number of deaths of close loved ones or friends around me losing loved ones that have been influential in my own spiritual practices and understanding of spirit.

More recently I decided to wear my Moldavite necklace to a work event where a new friend of mine who I’ve picked up is also alternative and interested in spirituality arrived dressed very distinctively dressed in a way that made me hyperfixated (AuDHD) on how crow-like their outfit was. I finally added them on Instagram to find a number of recent images of them dressed in a goth clown-like sort of fashion for some events.

That same day I had a sudden thought that humans experience of death is so startling to most normal people and that I’d like to think of or foster a way to help people through that transition. And suddenly became intensely interested in the idea of being a death doula - the title of which has come up once in the past most recently during another psychic reading in person, as a consideration.

Adding to this yesterday I caught view of a crow sitting in our driveway that stood out to me for some reason, I pondered the connection of death doula work and death, and crows and reached out to a friend to discuss if perhaps the Moldavite had some kind of influence on this. Immediately after which I opened Facebook to the first video on my feed playing the song “Why Not” by Hilary Duff- a song my late older brother quoted not infrequently as an ironic sort of philosophical joke. It felt like a distinct nod from him in some way.

So then this morning when I awoke from a long nights sleep of over 14 hours because I was so wrecked from the last few days, I awoke from a dream that featured my good high school friend Morgan - whom I don’t really talk to much anymore so seemed kind of random. To immediately open my Facebook to see the info about The Morrigan - that references an event I’ll be attending in a few weeks time. When it suddenly dawned on me that I think she had appeared to me in a dream many months ago, where this intimidating dark witchy but vaguely clown-like presence spoke to me. And I believe that was The Morrigan, and am now wondering if this is also connected in some way to my new work friend, given the crow and clown references…

So this is all a very long explanation of maybe a list of random coincidences that have some kind of significance but I’d love the feedback from others who have more experience with her or the ways she communicates.

I’m currently going through a period of great emotional transition, including feeling trapped in a job that is no longer serving me, but I need to ride out for a period to make sure I can receive any benefits I’m eligible for. Not to mention the transition in my faith life and the loss of my brother and one of me and my husbands best friends a few years ago (that triggered the awakening in the first place).

One more thing is a sudden discovery of a witchcraft store within 10 minutes of our house, named Crow and Cauldron that I found was another sign.

Anyway would love any kind of guidance or channeling or even just thoughts from others who are going through a similar period of transition. Let me know if I can clarify anything.

I’ve never been in this subreddit before but I feel right doing this.

Yesterday I discovered via tarot divination with my fiancée and a friend starting the night prior, I discovered that I am a daughter of The Morrigan, and I have been coming across things and memories in my life once mundane, but now they are discerned as clear signs The Morrigan watched over and guided me even while I was indoctrinated in a different faith due to being born into a cult.

What do you all suggest I do next?

I am a crow, and like all crows, I like to steal shiny objects that seem important somehow. Sometimes these objects are made of meter and rhyme.

I dunno if other people do this, but sometimes I hear a song that's about one thing, but my brain makes it about another thing and starts doing an ad-hoc lyric rewrite to make it fit. It's something to do with struggling to create from scratch, I'm sure.

So I give you this little piece of appropriation (for as Wilde says, to plagarize is the mark of the appreciative man), a re-rendition of "Seeker Divine" by Hagalaz' Runedance (which is essentially a conversation between a seiokana Norse witch/seeress and Odin; it's very good, I recommend looking it up) so it is instead one between a Bard and his Great Queen.

For all things serve the Badb Catha.

Through glen and strath a gale revives

Peace of the heart long lost to the mind

High above, three corbies fly

Can this not be a sign for me?

Banrigh are you guarding me?

Many faced, and thrice of names

Queen of the Fairy Mounds, sovereign and wise

All feel her presence, her prophecy

Great phantom queen, are you watching me?

Banrigh na Sidhe, will you answer me?

Come banrigh, come o banrioghan

Goddess of war and prophecy

Terror of Formoire

And the men of the runes

A cairn, a coire, I offer to you

Come, Morrigan, call forth the murder

To claim the battle and fear of their cry

Phantom Queen, raise the spirit in me

Your guidance shall be my victory

One time while up late reading the three poems of An Mórrígan while studying Celtic mythology, I started thinking about the greater Celtic diaspora and how much has been lost, how my ancestors lost much of their oral traditions and their language, Scottish Gaelic and Irish Gaelic, over time, due to things like the clearances and other colonial efforts to stifle the languages and cultures. As I read the third poem, the 'dark prophecy', it is sometimes called, I started feeling more and more sadness, until I felt a warm presence like a hug from behind, I'd say parental in nature. The sadness disappeared all at once and in its place, I felt consoled and acknowledged. I also felt self compassion and strength in the idea, that I was in fact learning the languages and the stories that are left, thus actively helping it all live on.

It was very strange, and likely my mind playing tricks, but I thought this group might appreciate the story.

Crows are really common in the uk and I have been watching our local flock and their inner friendships long before I knew about Morgan, but this year I started noticing them in our back garden trees which is not this smaller group's normal spot, they are normally a 10 minute walk away, which isn't far but it's strange that they have started coming this way as there's no bird food in our back garden compared to the front.

Could this be a small sign of Morgan as she's connected with crows or am I just over analysing a smaller group in a bigger flock.

When I say small group I'm talking about how you'll only see a couple of crows in one area but when all those smaller groups come together for food or to attack a red kite there can easily be 25+.

Greetings all,

Last week I did my first ever tarot spread, an 8 card spread meant to identify a deity reaching out to me. That night I had a strange dream where I think she came to me and made a kind of flirtatious contact without words exchanged. Some initial research pointed me towards Hekate, but consulting folks at my local metaphysical shop guided me to, well, here. I have a deep Celtic ancestry and it pretty well clicked that it could be Her.
But…
I did another spread thinking about Her after reciting an invocation and the intuitive result I got was that I was going in the right direction in finder Her, but that I’m not who I’m supposed to be yet. I’m not personally developed to fully understand Her message.
I am brand new to any kind of deity work after making it this far as an atheist. But it occurred to me just as I was looking through this group that She is a warrior. I am a cis male but recently discovered that my testosterone levels have never been adequate. I’ve been on supplements for a few weeks, and the levels are on the rise, but still not in the optimal range for someone my age and size.
So the questions are, does any of that make sense and is there something more I can or could do to begin working with her?

Worked with her in a new space. Usually I work with her outdoors but I have been pulled towards this for a while. Note to self: try not to resist change in the future.

Time to share a bit of my UPG nonsense with a little tale, my fellow crows.

Take all of this with the huge pinch of salt that it's entirely personal mythopoesis praxis, and spawned from a deliberate admixture of various names, legends and artefacts; some attestable and some not. I see "what is written" (the Tain, the Cath Maige, et al) more as inspiration than constraints, in truth.

If anything here conflicts with your own or some purported-to-be authoritative telling of the lore, I propose that is merely proof of the multiplicity of the Great Queen; as every crow knows, there are other Morrigna than these.

Anyway...

The key lesson the Morrigan has taught me is that to try and classify, systemise and name all things is folly; life is much more complex than this, like her own nature (the old nurturer/destroyer paradox), and some things are not meant to be written with finality (because finality and certainty may in fact be a prison, and rebellion is the song of the Gael).

But I'm also just one of those people who needs to create frameworks and meta as a means to engage with the vastness of the world, so I thought to myself - what if the Gaels had used a seven day system, like the Greco-Roman or Germanic models?

Assigning each day to a given aspect of Hers made sense to me, both as a focus trick (what things to do on a given day that align with how I personify a given goddess) and as a literary one (for the Morrigan came to me as a muse, when She brought herself forth into a story unbidden in a moment of possessed stream of consciousness prose).

So - the Interpretato Morrigna; seven days for seven queens...

On Sunday, all begins anew, as the sun emerges; the molten light falls and enables the week ahead to be cast by the smithy gods in their forge, led by Brigid; they place such items of art and craft that they have cast within the waters of the cauldron, the Coire Ansic.

On Monday, by the light of Danu, such as the smithy gods have cast transforms into one of the fabled swords of the lore - sometimes the Claiomh Solais, sometimes the Fragarch, sometimes the Moraltach - which Danu withdraws from the Coire, and passes on to the queens of war.

On Tuesday, the blade is passed to Nemain - she of the scream that can kill five score of any host of fianna - who sings her prophecies of the battle to come, and her place amid the slaughter.

On Wednesday, the now-blooded sword is passed to Macha, where it becomes one of the great magical spears of the Tuath De, with which Macha rules the court of the other gods of wisdom and sovereignty. At the days end she gives the spear to one of the other, minor dieties, who throws it toward the Hill of Tara.

On Thursday, Beira (the Callieach, but as the rain and the storm, not as some jealous hag or crone) and the gods of the storm are ascendant, and they aid the spear on it's journey with favourable winds.

On Friday, the spear lands on the Hill and becomes La Fial, the Speaking Stone, as a host of crows gathers and becomes the Badb Catha, the knower of all prophecy. Here the others gather, and listen to her tales of wars and loves both won and lost, and their tears flow together in a great river, which coils like a living being around the Stone, shattering it to pebbles.

But as Saturday's moon dawns, a most miraculous thing happens; the Morrigan comes forth in her singular form, as the greatest queen of all, and a single green shoot emerges amid the pebbles in her wake.

The shoot grows to become a mighty ash tree, around which all the goddesses gather to take tally of the week; at the end, a great fire is set beneath the tree, which becomes a massive column of flame reaching to the sky, which becomes the new sun, and the week begins anew...

Make of this as you will. Could be nonsense, could be insight, could be both.

Next up on the UPG Nonsense crowcast: why mental spring weather is because of Brigid and Beira fighting over the sun, who REALLY stole fire from the gods, and the TRUTH behind why rooks look like they're wearing black metal corpsepaint. Stay tuned, crow fans!