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Brigid
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by Gwydion The Pagan goddess Brigid is perhaps one of the oldest goddesses of Celtic Europe still recognized and worshipped. In fact, until the mid-twentieth century in Scotland, she was still welcomed in at Imbolc by the symbolic rekindling of the hearth fire after the house had been cleaned from top to bottom for spring. Brigid has been known by many names, mostly depending upon the specific location or time period. Worshipped in Ireland, Wales, Spain, France, and Britain, she was called Brighde in Ireland, Bride in Scotland, Brigantia in Northern Britain, Brigandu in France, and also known as Brid, Brig and Brighid. The name Bridget is the Christianization of these pre-Christian goddess names as will be discussed below. Her name is taken to mean "Power," "Renown" and "Fiery Arrow of Power." Celtic Myth Some clues to her association with fire, and possibly the Sun, can be found in an Irish legend that states that in Winter Brigid was imprisoned in an icy mountain by a one-eyed hag (Calleach, see below). In some places, she presided over thermal springs (i.e. water warmed by an underground Sun...?). But these are speculative. Brigid may even pre-date the Celtic period, being a remembrance of a more ancient seasonal goddess of Ireland and Scotland. The relevant legends recall how Cailleach kept a maiden named Bride imprisoned in the high mountains of Ben Nevis. But Cailleach's own son fell in love Bride and they eloped at winter's end. They were chased by the angry hag Cailleach who caused many a fierce storm. Finally Cailleach turned to stone and the couple was free. This type of story, which may date back to 2000 or 3000 BCE, recounts Brigid as a spring and summer goddess who alternates her rule with a fall and winter hag. Also, the monuments of Stonehenge and Avebury are constructed of massive sandstones (called sarsens). These stones are also known as Bridestones, suggesting that Brigid may have been a primary goddess used in that area in the Neolithic, the late Stone Age. Ireland The Irish claimed that she brought "whistling" to the world, which she invented one night when she wanted to call her friends. She also invented "keening," the mournful song of the bereaved Irishwoman, one night when her son was killed. In 722 she appeared to the Irish army of Leinster, hovering in the sky before they routed the forces of Tara, rather like the sun god El Gabel had appeared to (the Roman) Aurelian in 273 and as the Christian chi-rho sign had appeared to Constantine in 312. Britain Christianity The Chruch added Bridget to the the nativity scene, calling her Mary's midwife. They also renamed Imbolc to Candlemas, to disguise this holiday's pagan origins. Bridget was attributed a curious list of qualities that were coincidentally identical to those of the earlier goddess. She was said to have the power to appoint the bishops of her area, an unusual power for an abbess. This was made stranger by her apparent requirement that her bishops also be practicing goldsmiths (hearkening to the second aspect of the goddess described above). This Christian saint was also invoked as muse and healer (the first and third aspects described above). Queen of Four Fires A long time ago, near the beginning, at the first crack of pink in a young morning, near the waters of the magic well, the goddess Bridget slipped into the world and the waiting hands of the nine sisters who swayed and crooned in a great circle around her. The waters of the magic well burbled their joy. Up rose a column of fire out of the new goddess's head that burned to the very sky. Bridget reached up her two hands and broke away a flaming plume from her crown of fire and dropped it on the ground before her. There it leapt and shone, making the hearth of the house of the goddess. Then from the fire of her hearth, Bridget used both hands to draw out a leaping tongue of heat, swallowed it, and felt the fire burn straight to her heart. There stood the goddess, fire crowning her head, licking up inside her heart, glowing and shooting from her hands, and dancing on the hearth before her. The nine sisters hummed and the waters of the magic well trembled as Bridget built a chimney of brick about her hearth. Then about the chimney, she built a roof of thatch and walls of stone. And so it was that by the waters of the magic well the goddess finished the house in which she keeps the four fires which have served her people forevermore. Out of the fire on Bridget's hands baked the craft of bending iron. Out of the fire on Bridget's hearth and the waters of her magic well came the healing teas. Out of the fire on Bridget's head flared out writing and poetry. Out of the fire in Bridget's heart spread the heat of compassion. Word of the gifts of Bridget's fires traveled wide. People flocked to learn from Bridget the secret of using fire to soften iron and bend it to the shapes of their desires. The people called bending iron smithcraft, and they made wheels, pots, and tools that did not break. All the medicine plants of the earth gathered in the house of the goddess. With their leaves, flowers, barks, and roots, and the waters of her magic well, Bridget made the healing teas. She gave a boy with weak teeth the tea of the dandelion root. She gave a young woman the tea of the raspberry leaf to help her womb carry its child. An old man, a cane in each hand to help him walk, took from Bridget wintergreen bark for his pain and black cherry juice for the rheumatism. She gave comfrey to a girl with a broken leg and blue cohosh to bring her bloods without cramps. Bridget brewed motherwort, licorice root, and dried parsley for a woman who was coming to the end of her monthly bleeding. "Cup a day," said Bridget, "that you stay supple and strong." The people wanted Bridget's recipes. "But we can't remember which plants for which healings, where to gather them or how long to steep them," they told Bridget. The fire on Bridget's head blazed bright. She took up a blackened stick and made marks with it on a flat piece of bark."These are the talking marks," She said. "They are the way to remember what you don't want to forget." The talking marks also let the people write down the stories of her wisdom. Once two men with terrible stories of leprosy came to Bridget. "Bathe yourself in my well." said Bridget to the first man. At every place Bridget's waters touched, the man's skin turned whole again. "Now bathe your friend," said Bridget. Repulsed, the man backed away from his friend. "I cannot touch him," he said. "Then you are not truly healed," said the goddess. And she gave the first man back his leprosy and healed the second man. "Return to me with compassion," she said to the first man. "There find your healing." Every year at midwinter the people than Bridget for her well of wisdom and her fires of hand, hearth, head and heart. "Thank you, Bridget, for the simthcraft, for the healing teas, the talking marks, and compassion. May you dwell with your fires in your house by the waters of your magic well forever." |
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