Danu and Riders of the Sidhe
I love mythologies of the world. All the gods and goddesses are fascinating. It is the Gaelic stories and legends I study the most, and it is the goddess Danu I connect to with my own spiritual truths. She is the Mother Goddess of the Tuatha De Danann, the pagan gods whose legends are based on the Vikings. The Vikings are my paternal ancestor’s who migrated to and settled in Ireland around 800. My father, during times of meditation, spoke the Gaelic language, but could not remember the words to interpret them.
The main attributes of Danu are water (especially rivers), nature, and creative expression. I am devoted to these same interests. Water and Earth are my elements and creative expression is in my soul.
Danu, beloved Mother of the Tuatha De Danann,
You blessed your people with the love of creativity,
Nurtured them to strength and shared your
Esoteric wisdom with them.
May your legends live forever in the hearts of
The people of Ireland, the Irish diaspora,
And their descendants in the world of today.
In ancient times you were honored,
Respected and looked to for protection
Of the land and people who loved you.
Goddess of the rivers that nourish the Earth,
Rivers in nature which help us to learn about
The flow of life, as the water passes by like
Moments in time, no moment the same,
And never to return.
This tells us to live each moment with love,
Harmony and balance, for that moment,
Like the water that passes, cannot be relived.
You instilled in your people the art of magic,
Magical tools to strengthen their already
Powerful abilities, like the Spear of Lugh
Which struck its mark when Lugh released
It from his hand, its target found each time.
The Dagda’s Cauldron never runs empty,
The Stone of Destiny, to endow kings with long reigns,
Nuada’s Sword of Light kept its keeper from defeat.
These are the four legendary treasures of Ireland,
Brought by the Tuath Dé in antiquity
To the new home you guided them to,
With these tools in the hands of mighty warriors,
Many battles they fought and won,
For 150 years they reigned in peace,
Till they were defeated by the Milesians,
Who take Ireland and the Tuath Dé
Take the land below, the Otherworld,
To become part of the Sidhe,
Where they still abide today.
© 2017 Phyllis Doyle Burns
“It is God who suffered them, though He restrained them
they landed with horror, with lofty deed,
in their cloud of mighty combat of spectres,
upon a mountain of Conmaicne of Connacht.
Without distinction to descerning Ireland,
Without ships, a ruthless course
the truth was not known beneath the sky of stars,
whether they were of heaven or of earth.”
– Lebor Gabála Érenn,
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