The Badb is listed as a Goddess of battle and death in Ireland's ancient lore. Said to take the form of a hooded or scald crow the Badhbh flies over the battle fields of Éire, and that her raucous cries cause the weak of heart to quail in terror.
The raucous cry of the scald crow is not something that is easily ignored. Among the ancient Gods of Ireland there is a collective of Goddesses known as na Morrígna.
Oghma served the Tuatha Dé Danann as their Champion, bringing his great strength to bear time and again in the challenges that faced his tribe. Yet it was not only the power of his arm by which he served. It was also with the power of his mind.
One of the most welcomed people in this skilled society were the bard's whose performances added much needed cheer in tales songs and music. Of course there are many who could turn their hand to an instrument, but there were few who could claim true mastery of it.
The Tuatha Dé Danann came into Ireland as the descendants of those who had emigrated to avoid oppression. They took rule of the land and began to prosper, yet there were dark times in their future. Something which could not have escaped the notice of those gifted in prophecy.
In the time before the Tuatha Dé Danánn came into Ireland there were other tribes in the land and indeed older Gods. Lír is the name of one such ancient deity and he was a being of some importance to the island nation as he was the God of the sea itself. Yet for all of his power and influence, we seem to have no tales about him, but we do have many tales concerning his son, the Mac Lír, known as Manannán.
The creation of this script was as a proof of Ogma's own ingenuity and that the knowing of this should be kept for only the most learned to pursue the truths that the Ogham may reveal. The act of crafting ogham is one of capturing the very essence of a sound, which could also be said as the naming of a thing and binding it to a physical form.
Amongst the Tuatha Dé Danann we find mention of the Badb, or Badhbh in modern Irish. She is listed, along with her sisters Macha and The Mórrígan, as a Goddess of battle and death. Said to take the form of a hooded or scald crow the Badhbh flies over the battle fields of Eireann and that her raucous cries cause the weak of heart to quail in terror.
It is said that the king of the cats lives to this day looking as any other cat does. So, if there is a King o the Cats why wouldn't there be a Queen? Have you asked your cat if they are royalty?
No matter which Brighid you choose to explore you will find someone who is not adverse to doing what's needed, bringing about the change whether it's with the airs of poetic inspiration, the turning of a cursed word, or with the pounding purifying works of the forge. Whatever your personal view of this Goddess, there can be no doubt that when time comes, Brighid can drop the hammer.
In the ancient past of Ireland the art of crafting poetry was highly regarded as one of the greatest skills. There was not a Hero who could call themselves such if they could not recite certain stanzas from memory as well as display the mental agility to create their own words right there upon the spot. Though of all of the famous poets and poems of Ireland's past there can be none that compare to the Morrigan.
The Badb is listed as a Goddess of battle and death in Ireland's ancient lore. Said to take the form of a hooded or scald crow the Badhbh flies over the battle fields of Éire, and that her raucous cries cause the weak of heart to quail in terror.
The Banshee is one of the most commonly known figures of Irish folk lore, but at the same time one of the most misrepresented.
The raucous cry of the scald crow is not something that is easily ignored.
Oghma served the Tuatha Dé Danann as their Champion, bringing his great strength to bear time and again in the challenges that faced his tribe. Yet it was not only the power of his arm by which he served. It was also with the power of his mind.
One of the most welcomed people in this skilled society were the bard's whose performances added much needed cheer in tales songs and music. Of course there are many who could turn their hand to an instrument, but there were few who could claim true mastery of it.
The Tuatha Dé Danann came into Ireland as the descendants of those who had emigrated to avoid oppression. They took rule of the land and began to prosper, yet there were dark times in their future. Something which could not have escaped the notice of those gifted in prophecy.
In the time before the Tuatha Dé Danánn came into Ireland there were other tribes in the land and indeed older Gods. Lír is the name of one such ancient deity and he was a being of some importance to the island nation as he was the God of the sea itself. Yet for all of his power and influence, we seem to have no tales about him, but we do have many tales concerning his son, the Mac Lír, known as Manannán.
The creation of this script was as a proof of Ogma's own ingenuity and that the knowing of this should be kept for only the most learned to pursue the truths that the Ogham may reveal. The act of crafting ogham is one of capturing the very essence of a sound, which could also be said as the naming of a thing and binding it to a physical form.
Amongst the Tuatha Dé Danann we find mention of the Badb, or Badhbh in modern Irish. She is listed, along with her sisters Macha and The Mórrígan, as a Goddess of battle and death. Said to take the form of a hooded or scald crow the Badhbh flies over the battle fields of Eireann and that her raucous cries cause the weak of heart to quail in terror.
It is said that the king of the cats lives to this day looking as any other cat does. So, if there is a King o the Cats why wouldn't there be a Queen?
No matter which Brighid you choose to explore you will find someone who is not adverse to doing what's needed, bringing about the change whether it's with the airs of poetic inspiration, the turning of a cursed word, or with the pounding purifying works of the forge. Whatever your personal view of this Goddess, there can be no doubt that when time comes, Brighid can drop the hammer.
In the ancient past of Ireland the art of crafting poetry was highly regarded as one of the greatest skills. There was not a Hero who could call themselves such if they could not recite certain stanzas from memory as well as display the mental agility to create their own words right there upon the spot. Though of all of the famous poets and poems of Ireland's past there can be none that compare to the Morrigan.
