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Irish Mythology

VOL 13

Aine Goddess of Fertility

Áine, the legendary Irish Goddess, is the Celtic Goddess of Summer and Wealth who, while known for her healing nature, also had a dark side, as she became famous for how she took revenge on a cruel Irish king.

Áine, pronounced ‘awn-ya’, was a legendary Irish goddess who was said to represent the sun, fertility, and love. She was also said to possess the power to grant a bountiful harvest. 

Áine has always been associated with the west of Ireland and with County Limerick in particular, where there is Knockainey Hill, Cnoc Áine in Irish, which was named in her honour.

Interestingly, her name is also remembered in other locations throughout the country, such as Toberanna (Tobar Áine) in Tyrone, Lissan (Lios Áine) in Derry, and Dunsany (Dun Áine) in Louth.

Before she became known as Áine the Irish Goddess, Áine was already special as she was the daughter of a Sea God called Manannán. 

She was known and well-liked for her healing nature and knowledge of natural remedies and was widely seen as a symbol of hope and love that people adored.

Áine was said to be very beautiful, and as such, it was said that she had many different lovers who would be consumed by her passion. It was also said that she had a very vengeful nature that was to be feared if provoked.

However, it was her tragic interaction with the cruel king of Munster, Oilill Olum, and its aftermath which forged her place in history as an important figure of Irish legend.

Oilill Olum, otherwise known as Ailill Ollamh or Ailill Aulom, was the semi-mythological King of Munster who had a huge problem.

He made the shocking discovery that the grass in his many fields simply would not grow, which meant that soon his livestock and people would starve and die.

Oilill Olum sought the help of a Druid called Ferchess, who instructed him to go to Knockainey on Samhain Eve, better known as Halloween.

When Oilill Olum arrived there, he suddenly fell into a deep sleep and had a vision of Áine, who came to him as she was the Goddess of bountiful harvests and fertility.

When Oilill Olum met Áine, instead of listening to the Goddess and heeding her advice, Oilill Olum was overcome with lust and desire and forced himself onto her.

During this assault, Áine, of course, became outraged and exacted immediate revenge by biting off his ear.

This act would go on to have huge ramifications for Oilill Olum because, according to ancient Irish law, only a person who is “unblemished” would be allowed to rule.

By biting off his ear, the mythical Goddess had forever maimed Oilill Olum, and he lost his kingdom as he was now deemed by ancient Irish law to be unfit ever to rule again as he was now imperfect.

From that time on, the surname of the king, Olum, became known as meaning “one-eared” in Irish.

Surprisingly despite this, his descendants, who went on to become known as the Eoghanachta, became a powerful Irish dynasty based in the Cashel area in Tipperary that dominated and controlled the southern part of Ireland for many years.

This fact helped the legend of the Goddess Áine to grow wide as she became associated with having the ability to grant power and sovereignty.

Áine was also widely known as the Queen of the Fairies and as Áine Chlair (Áine of the Light). Rites in her honour were held regularly as recently as 1879, where Midsummer rituals were performed by locals in hopes of encouraging fertility and bountiful harvests.

The legacy of Áine the Irish Goddess is still strong today as she is remembered as being among one of the most revered and most powerful of the Irish Goddesses.  She is also remembered for how she took revenge on a terrible king who wronged her.

Most of all, Áine, the Goddess of Healing, Goddess of Sovereignty and Goddess of Sun, will probably be remembered for the duality of her personality.

This is because she was both loving and caring whilst also being quick to get angry and vengeful. Now, she is remembered in the places that bear her name. Knockainey Hill, Toberanna, Lissan and Dunsany.

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IRISH MYTHOLOGY

VOL. 12

The Goddess Macha

The Legend of Macha

In the ancient days of Ireland, when gods and mortals walked the same soil, there lived a goddess named Macha. Her name resonated through the hills, whispered by the wind, and etched into the very stones of the land.

Macha was not merely a goddess; she embodied the spirit of the wild. Her eyes held the secrets of forgotten ages, and her laughter echoed across the green plains. But it was her swiftness that set her apart—a grace that rivaled the fleetest of horses.

One day, as the sun dipped low over the royal court of Ulster, Macha found herself drawn to the racing grounds. King Emain Macha, curious about the tales of her beauty and speed, summoned her. The court gathered, their breaths held in anticipation.

Macha stood before the king, her belly round with child. Yes, she was heavy with twins, a secret she had kept hidden. But pride burned within her—a fire that would not be quenched. She declared, “I shall race against your finest horses, even with child.”

The court gasped. How could a pregnant woman compete? Yet Macha’s determination blazed brighter than any sun. The race was set, and the horses thundered forth. Their hooves kicked up dust as they galloped, but Macha matched their pace effortlessly.

Across the fields she flew, her hair streaming behind her like a comet’s tail. The crowd watched in awe as she outstripped the steeds, her swollen belly defying reason. And then, with a final burst of energy, she crossed the finish line, triumphant.

But victory came at a cost. As Macha collapsed, her labor pains began. She gave birth to twins—a son and a daughter—right there on the racetrack. Her blood mingled with the earth, and her cries echoed through the hills.

In her agony, Macha cursed the men of Ulster. “For nine generations,” she declared, “your warriors shall suffer as I have suffered. When the hour of need comes, their strength shall fail them.”

And so it was. The curse of Macha hung over Ulster like a shadow. When the great hero Cú Chulainn defended the kingdom against invaders, he fought with a pain in his side, weakened by the ancient goddess’s wrath.

But Macha’s legacy was not only one of vengeance. She became a symbol of endurance, of the indomitable spirit that defies all odds. Her name echoed through the ages, a reminder that even in our vulnerability, we can rise above and leave our mark upon the world.

And so, whenever the wind whispers through the grassy plains of Ulster, it carries the memory of Macha—the swift, the fierce, the mother who raced against destiny itself.

And there, my friend, ends the tale of Macha, forever etched in the annals of Irish mythology.

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Irish Mythology.

VOL 10

The Sluagh. Soul Stealers.

Of all the wonders and terrors in Irish folklore there are few quite so terrifying as the Sluagh. Tales were told of their wild hunt long before the coming of Christianity to Ireland, and even today old folk in the countryside will keep the windows on the west side of the house fastened tight at all times, but most especially during wakes or if someone in the house was unwell, for fear of the Sluagh coming to pay a midnight visit on their humble homes.

Wicked or saintly, kind or cruel, the Sluagh play no favourites, they'll take the souls of all that cross their path, although some say they have a particular taste for the living spirits of those who have found true love. The ancients used to think they were faerie gone terribly wrong, warped and twisted, without fear, reason or mercy. When the light came to Ireland they became the souls of lost sinners seeking to drag the unfaithful down to hell with them, but the result was the same.

The host of the unforgiven dead roam the earth on Samhain, Halloween, and it is for this reason that all fires were forbidden on that night in times gone by, so as not to attract their attention. Even death itself was no release for the souls they captured joined them on their hunt, spiralling throughout the lands of Ireland and further abroad on that darkest of nights.

Said one monk in times of yore, "The spirits fly about in great clouds, up and down the face of the world like the starlings, and come back to the scenes of their earthly transgressions. No soul of them is without the clouds of earth, dimming the brightness of the works of earth. In bad nights, the Sluagh shelter themselves behind little russet docken stems and little yellow ragwort stalks. They fight battles in the air as men do on the earth."

If denied their rightful - as they see it - feast, they don't balk at the slaughter of cattle, cats, dogs, and sheep with their poison darts. It is said that the Sluagh "commanded men to follow them, and men obeyed, having no alternative. It was these men of earth who slew and maimed at the bidding of their spirit-masters, who in return ill-treated them in a most pitiless manner. They would be rolling and dragging and trouncing them in mud and mire and pools."

In the form of a vast flock of black ravens twined about with undulating shadows they came, the echoes of their wings being found in stories of ill-omened birds heralding bad times ahead. The truly broken hearted might be attacked, or the foolish or unlucky might call them upon themselves by uttering the name Sluagh nine times over and over, pronounced sloo-ah for fear you might say it yourself, perhaps in a fit of sneezing. Upon closer inspection the great birds look more like wretched thin shades of their previous selves, with gnarled talons like the blackthorn's boughs for hands and feet, and wings of dusky smoke.

And once they have your scent let me tell you - you're in trouble then! If the pitiable mortal that has drawn their eye can bestir themselves it would be well to get indoors, with all locked and fastened, until the beating of dark wings fades with the light of dawn. Chroniclers of old also wisely advised avoiding places of loneliness such as dark forests and empty streets, lest a passing hunt might take a fancy to you! There is one other way to avoid joining them for all eternity, although most dreadful it is, and that's to give them another person in your stead.

They say a woman was eaten alive by the Sluagh in Co. Roscommon

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Thank you.I appreciate that.I will always be a supporter and advocate for real art and artists.

More than life changeing.I have been locked indoors for 14 years.I live in a rural area in the middle of nowhere.Only gravel and tractor ruts as roads.It's not possible for a normal wheelchair to move on these.The chair I need is a special 3 wheeler that can get ove these ruts and stones.A dream I have been praying for for all these years.Nobody can help me with this.So I have to do it myself.Hence using my Ai art to try and get the funds to buy the chair.Sadly I have had no luck yet.Not one sponsor.But I refuse to give up.I will keep trying as hard as I can to Get this chair.Just the dream of getting out keeps me going.Still on the funny side.Maybe my art is just too bad to look at Ha Ha.Never give up.Never quit.Never stop.If I did I would have given up when I first realized I would be A vegetable for the rest of my life.My family kept me together.Now I fight to keep going for them.They did not give up on me.I refuse to give up for them.I WILL GET THE CHAIR.Even if it takes the rest of my life to do it. Thanks for the message.It cheered me up.Christy

hi i really hope you're doing well! im so sorry for the abuse and ridicule that you've had to endure for expressing yourself using a tool that allows you to pursue your passion despite the unfortunate circumstances you have to experience. you're such a creative and kind person! the people pointing fingers are immature and bitter to the point where they have the need to harrass others to feel better than them and more morally superior. this is a mental sickness that society has and is definitely not your fault at all. i hope people wake up to the usefulness of ai while still holding corporations accountable for its ethical concerns. keep on doing what you're doing! there are people who understand and want to support your endeavors including me. have a wonderful day!

Thank you for the lovely message,You made me smile.

I've mostly left the places that I loved, perhaps out of a fear of being unloved. How long can I maintain these broken, yet intact, bonds? I rarely said goodbye because I didn't want things to end. I still have a lot of love for the people I no longer talk to or talk to only rarely. I distanced myself. It was my choice to be in a cold space instead of a warm home. It was a life I chose to live. I regret it. I regret it so much that it breaks a piece of my heart. I don't know how and when I'll heal or will I ever heal, but I'm very sure that now I'm allowing myself to heal, maybe that's what healing is all about, knocking on the door of the warm home. Who knows what lies ahead? In the present we regret the past, are sorry about the future, but what about the present? Why do we miss ice cream in winters and snow in summers? Why don't we start to enjoy the beauty in the present, the time that's mine and yours? It's ours; I know it's a habit to miss what you can't see, but why don't you see enough that you're able to see what's here right now in the moment, a moment you'll only live once. You can think of the past and future, but you must learn and love to live in the moment. Look around the world; you'll see things that only you can see.

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The Power of Fear

In his inauguration speech, President Franklin D. Roosevelt stated, “The only thing we have to fear is fear itself”. He followed this with gratitude, that the fears that were plaguing the nation at the time was not a disease, but financial constraint and that we as a nation could overcome if we worked together.  

Fear, is not all bad. In moments of danger, fear can kick start your reflexes allowing us a greater advantage and even in non-immediate danger fear can bring about clarity and a different way of thinking. But fear can also be blinding, and when left unchecked it can grow until it becomes all-consuming. It is important when dealing with one’s fear that you truly think about what you are fearing and where that fear comes from—choosing only to work with the fear of an actual threat.

Franklin D. Roosevelt explained in his speech that the fear people were feeling could paralyze them and make things worse if they let it, in these current times it is important to understand how these small fears can grow and manipulate and take over. There are the fears of many Americans are based in the unknown, fears of potential violence and financial loss. But those who are coming to this country have true fear, fear that powers them through hundreds of miles of desert, and starvation. Fear of starvation and violence, death and disease. They show how fear can produce action over insurmountable odds.

What we also must remember is again how this fear can grow and how it can be stopped. The United States entered World War II after the bombing of Pearl Harbor, but by then, fear of the unknown and fear of an uncertain future had killed hundreds, thousands and millions throughout the world due to famine, panic and genocide. While we all have our fears, we must also think about how we can act when that fear is small, easier to conquer and what it may mean for others who are living in more present danger than ourselves.  

 My family and I are alive today thanks to the countries that rose above their fear of the unknown to help those who were running for their lives, and the members of my family who were able to use that fear of death and persecution to empower them to walk at least 2,000 miles to start to a sanctuary, Tehran. We must not let our fear blind us to our potential and the true victims of hate and violence and the unknown.

Born a Crime

Trevor Noah’s (current host of The Daily Show) autobiography Born a Crime about an illegal child born in South Africa during apartheid is not the traditional rags-to-riches story you would expect. He does express breaking out of apartheid and the circle of ‘black payment’ but all before the success of who he is today, actually in only one sentence, as part of background information, does he mention his comedy, his touring and this is all before he came to the states or even left South Africa.  His story of rags-to-riches focuses on the better life he got in South Africa thanks to the willfulness of his mother and some random luck. 

There are a few reasons I love this book so much, for starters, I hear Trevor Noah in every word written, I'm not reading the book, I’m hearing him tell me his story and while watching The Daily Show provides his voice and talking mannerisms the actual art of showing and not telling, portraying his humanness in the story, that’s the beautiful part and it’s not because of The Daily Show. Giving a personal and historical understanding of his experience growing up under apartheid is great for all the obvious reasons: the picture he paints, the life different from ours that he introduces us to, but what he does so seamlessly is showing us our stories within his. 

Once I got old enough I knew I was privileged. Not from the specifics of being white or an upper-middle-class background--everyone I knew was like that, but I did understand that growing up in the states that I always had food and I’d go to college. Growing up Trevor shows us that while very different, that he can show us his world of apartheid and our world all at once, the specifics are different, but the stories are the same: racism, fear, fake personas, heartbreak, domestic violence

He brings us into the understanding of how again were just different types of toasted bread (because really, races aren’t even different types of skin, it’s literally just different levels of shading, this is all so ridiculous--but anyway), how some of us were in to level seven and others 4 and others only level one but we’re all still bread. 

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

In Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix we are propelled more into the depths and darkness the war will bring out that we see grow throughout the remainder of the series with Molly’s boggart turning into finding out any and all of them have been killed, the picture of the original Order of the Phoenix (most of whom have been killed) and even with the song sung by the Sorting Hat.

There is also an additional level of maturity brought to the story, because while our three are becoming more into their own, they are learning more about the complexities of life and good verse evil. Previously even those who were evil but were masquerading as good, we saw as still just evil when revealed (Pettigrew, Quirrell, Barty Crouch Jr.); but now we have Fudge, Percy, and Umbridge who are supposed to be the good guys but are doing more harm than one could imagine, forcing Harry and the others to not just fight against Voldemort and the Death Eaters, but also the Ministry acting out of fear and for power. Then, this complexity is heightened as we learn more about the relationship between James and Snape. In this context thou, the inclusion of Fred and George’s growing business and the boring task of OWLS, we are reminded that during our worst crisis’, funny or not, life goes on.

As Harry Potter progressed thru out the years, he went from fighting with his friends, fighting on his own, and in Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, we see him progress to the next level; trying to navigate being a leader of more than just him, Hermione and Ron. Unfortunately this isn’t a lesson he masters by the end of this year or book and is given a painful lesson in the consequences of his actions and thinking things thru. But he does make some strides, in one of my favourite moments in the series of the films, is when Voldemort possesses Harry Potter and in return Harry chooses to think about choosing love over hate, choosing his friends, and decency and fights off Voldemort.

"To love is to be afraid. You are frightened, deathly terrified, that something will happen to those you love. Think of the possibilities. Does you heart clench with each thought? That, my friend, is love. And love enslaves us all, for you cannot have love without fear."

- Marie Lu

End Of A Line

When you come to the end of a line

I suggest you walk it carefully

Walk it as fearfully as you would a plank of a ship

It’s like an edge of a cliff

Walk to the edge of the unknown and take a leap

There could be words at the bottom to catch you

Let the words draw the line there

Or let the words take you out on a tightrope

In the end it just comes down to the wire

Are you daring enough to cross the line?

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Day Nineteen - Something I Fear

“Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgement that something else is more important than fear.” ~ Ambrose Redmoon

I'm rather thankful that I am not cursed with an abundance of irrational fear; the only thing I really fear is loss of the people I care about - and I will do pretty much anything to prevent that happening, other than that you can throw pretty much anything else you want at me.

“To fear death, gentlemen, is no other than to think oneself wise when one is not, to think one knows what one does not know. No one knows whether death may not be the greatest of all blessings for a man, yet men fear it as if they knew that it is the greatest of evils. And surely it is the most blameworthy ignorance to believe that one knows what one does not know. It is perhaps on this point and in this respect, gentlemen, that I differ from the majority of men, and if I were to claim that I am wiser than anyone in anything, it would be in this, that, as I have no adequate knowledge of things in the underworld, so I do not think I have.”

— Socrates, in Plato’s Apology

Rage

With fear I watched your rage unleash,

a rage that seemed to find no peace.

Grew into footsteps — worn with ire,

cursed to bear the same old fire.

Now grown, my fear lies in the past,

although your shadow still is cast,

whenever rage runs through my veins,

binding me to your old chains.

by Weltenasche.

Walls

The walls that I forged, standing through years,

crumbling away, dismissing past fears.

Each one demolished — by my own hand,

at Love's command, none could withstand.

by Weltenasche.

Where angels wade

Through lips like art, I found my thirst,

in tearful eyes, the pain immersed.

Your hair, once soft, began to fade,

may fears dissolve where angels wade.

by Weltenasche.

Abbiamo troppa paura di perdere…anche solo per iniziare a giocare.

- Serena P. (unaragazzadadifesa)