I Hope I Am Not Just A Tumblr Account To You But Someone Who You’d Decay In An Ancient Forest With

The god Lugh was worshiped in Ireland as a deity of the sun. This connection with the sun may explain his name (it means “shining one”), and it also may account for the attributes that he displayed: he was handsome, perpetually youthful, and had a tremendous energy and vitality. This energy manifests itself especially in the number of skills he had, according to legend, mastered. In fact, there was a tale that related Lugh’s myriad abilities at arts and crafts.

As told in the Battle of Magh Tuiredh, the god traveled to Tara, and arrived during a tremendous feast for the royal court. Lugh was greeted at the door by the keeper of the gate, and was immediately asked what talent he had - for it was a tradition there that only those who had a special or unique ability could enter the palace. The god offered his reply: “I am a wright”. In response, the gate keeper said: “We already have a wright. Your services are not needed here”. Still, Lugh, not to be so easily dismissed, continued: “I am a smith”. Again, the guard retorted that the court had a smith that was quite adequate; but the god was not to be dissuaded. In short order, he noted that he was also a champion, a harper, a hero, a poet, an historian, a sorcerer, and a craftsman. To this list, the gate keeper merely nodded his head, and stated matter of factly that all of these various trades were represented in the court by other members of the Tuatha de Danaan. “Ah, but you do have an individual who possesses all of these skills simultaneously?”, was Lugh’s clever and inspired reply. The guard was forced to admit his defeat, and so Lugh was allowed to enter and join the festivities.

According to Celtic mythology, Lugh was the son of Cian and Ethlinn. After the god Nuada was killed in the Second Battle of Magh Tuiredh, Lugh became the leader of the Tuatha De Danaan (the term for the gods and goddesses who descended from the goddess Danu).

Morning Offering Prayer to Lugh

O Lugh,

sun shining upon me,

I offer You my prayers, works,

joys and sufferings

of this day, 

Bless me with Your wisdom, 

Your courage, Your skill, 

Forever and Always

Forever and Always 

Does anyone else on the pagan community feel genuine love for their deities? Not in the romantic sense, but more in the way you love a family member. It's especially strong coming from a religion where you never felt a genuine connection to "your" God. You felt fear, obligation, confusion, curiosity, and maybe love on some level, but this love is different.

It is finally understanding the feeling people around you described from being in church every Sunday. It's growing up finding the congregation's hands in the air, the singing and crying, the raw emotion to be... unusual, strange. What were they feeling? How can I feel this way? You try to forge that connection, but you're never successful. You start to doubt the God you grew up with. You wonder if he hates you, or if you're not trying hard enough — if you're broken.

...Then, one day, you find what you've been searching for all this time, somewhere else. You experience the feeling of finally meeting your soulmate, finally finding your place or your tribe. You experience the pure joy, the peace, the childlike wonder, the longing, the wisdom, the bond, the reverence, the admiration. You experience an unfamiliar tightness In your chest when you pray to them or make offerings.

I've never felt more in love than I am with my gods. Ive never felt more at home, more at peace.

I hope to feel this way for the rest of my days, because what is life without the gods? What is life without something beyond this world, yet at the same time, an integral part of understanding the meaning of existence on this physical plane — on this planet?

home by the sea.. .

Etching by Albrecht Dürer, Nemesis’ wing

Spell shells!

My coven sisters and I went to a ritual honoring the Goddess Nehalennia yesterday and were asked to bring a small offering. So I decided to try something new: spell shells!

What you need:

🐚 a shell

🐚 herbs and stones

🐚 soy- or beeswax candle

🐚 greaseproof paper

What you do:

- take you shell and place it on the greaseproof paper, hollow side up

- put in your herbs and stones

- melt and poor in your wax

- let cool

And that’s it! You have a cute little pocket spell that you can take with you or leave somewhere as an offering. You can even decorate your shell with runes or sigils to add a bit more magick! 🌙

-Rhiannon- Mythological Welsh fey being turned goddess, Rhiannon brings sweet dreams and fierceness as both a maiden and a mother. And can't forget her beautiful white steed, a horse that can outrun all others! give my Etsy a follow to be notified when I put up limited, hand-signed prints of this piece up for sale!

Lugh Lamhfada

Lugh is a god of every skill and many domains, I was determined to make this the most accurate depiction of Lugh possible, based on Celtic mythology, history, and archaeology, with the generous help of Kevin MacLean, a master of mythology and Lugh in particular.

Every detail has symbolism, and his weapons and attire are historically inspired.

Lughnasa Blessings!

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