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Irish Celtic Myths.

Vol 4

The Salmon of Knowledge . Myth 1 Fionn

Long ago when Fionn mac Cumhaill, the great leader of the Fianna of Ireland, was still a young boy he was sent to live with a very wise man named Finnegas. Finnegas was a poet who lived on the banks of the river Boyne and was renowned throughout Ireland for his vast knowledge. As well as being renowned for his skills in composing and reciting poetry Finnegas knew more about the ways of the world, including the secrets of the birds and animals and plants and stars, than other man in Ireland. It was because of his vast knowledge that Fionn had been sent to learn from Finnegas. Fionn loved to listen to the old man's wonderful stories and his many words of wisdom which he too, in time, would learn to recite. In exchange for the wisdom Finnegas would pass on to him, Fionn would help about the house, cooking, cleaning and fishing for the old man.However, despite Finnegas' vast knowledge, he did not know everything and there were times when Fionn's endless curiosity got the better of him, and he was left unable to answer the young boy's questions. ' Is there a way to know everything?' Fionn asked him. This was a question that Finnegas had asked once too and was the very reason why he now lived next to the river Boyne. It had been told by the druids of old that living in a still, dark pool in the shade of the overhanging hazel trees was the Salmon of Knowledge. It was as result of eating the nuts of these magical hazel trees that the Salmon had acquired all the knowledge of the world. And so it was that, according to prophecy, the one who would eat the Salmon would gain the

knowledge for themselves. Finnegas had been living on the edge of the river for several years now, attempting to catch the Salmon and gain such wisdom. It so happened that one day, not long after Fionn had come to study under him, Finnegas went fishing and finally caught the Salmon. 'I've caught it! I've caught it!,' he cried happily. He immediately reeled it in and ran up to Fionn with the Salmon in his arms. 'You must cook it straight away!' Finnegas ordered Fionn, dancing and skipping with excitement. As Fionn began to set up the fire and spit in order to cook the Salmon, Finnegas warned him, 'Cook it, but whatever you do, do not eat a single bit of it!' Fionn nodded and went about cooking the Salmon while Finnegas went to fetch some extra firewood.Upon his return Finnegas found the Salmon laid out and ready to eat. He looked at Fionn and thought he saw something different about him, as though the light of wisdom now shone in his eyes. 'Have you eaten any of the Salmon?' he asked Fionn anxiously. 'I have not!' Fionn replied. 'Have you tasted its skin?' he continued to enquire. 'I have not!' Fionn replied, 'but when I was turning it on the spit I burned my fingers, so I put my thumb into my mouth to ease the pain.

Finnegas' heart sank. 'That's enough!' he told Fionn, 'You have tasted the Salmon of Knowledge; in you the prophecy is fulfilled. You are the one who has gained all the knowledge of the world.' He then ordered Fionn to eat all of the Salmon. However, when Fionn was finished he realised he didn't feel much different nor did he feel any wiser than before. When he told this to Finnegas, Finnegas replied, 'If it was your thumb you first burnt, then place it in your mouth.' Fionn did as Finnegas suggested and immediately all the knowledge of the world rushed into his head. 'You must go now! There is nothing more I can teach you,' Finnegas informed him, 'You are destined to become a wise poet, warrior and leader.' And so it was that when Fionn grew up, he did indeed become a wise poet, warrior and leader. He became a great leader of the Fianna, the greatest band of warriors Ireland has ever known.

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A DIFFERENT POST TODAY. A Crazy one.

I Just wanted everyone to know I received

MY FIRST DONATION today.

I'm on a high.I was going to give up.

Then I opened my email today and seen a beautiful message

from Paypal.You received your 1st donation.

I cannot say who as that would not be polite.(MAD :From USA) is the only thing i can say.Thank you M,A,D.

Thank you everyone for sharing my posts and all the support I receive.Hope is back on the menu.I would jump up and down with excitment if I could Ha Ha

.Thanks Guys.Christy

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I never considered AI as post-disability expression before, and that's certainly food for thought!

Your life seems very interesting. Could we hear more of your personal story? What virus did you catch, and when?

I love your ideas--early worm catching the bird is a great concept!

That is a story I intend to publish here in the future.But for now a tiny short.I was a workaholic.Good business.Doing well.Doctors told me to slow down.I ignored them.I went on a diving holiday WORKING as their instructor,I caught a tropical virus.Within 2 weeks i was paralyzed,Brain damaged,Spent about 70% of last 14 yrs in hospital.Mostly unconscious.Lost most memories,All skills,Cannot spell correctly or think the same way as i once could.A mans thoughts inside but ezpressed by a 10 yr olds way of thinking if you can understand that.Lost my business and everything i had except for a small cottage i purchased to use for holidays.Now I live here.Middle of nowhere with my wife and 2 sons who both have autism.My wife and my daughter are both nurses.The only time I ever relaxed was when i was sketching.A habit from childhood.A habit I miss terribly.No matter where you go or what your doing there is always something to sketch.Draw in your words.Sketch to me.The reason for the blog is to get a wheelchair to get OUTSIDE.To see the world around me again.An artist who cannot see the world around them.Can you grasp that thought.I don't want to offend real artists with Ai.I understand their point of view.Ai is a curse to them.Sadly they are right to be angry.But to me it's all i have left.I would much prefer to be outside sketching again.I live in a place artists dream of.Anyway.thats a very short account of my story.Sorry it's childish and probly hard to understand.Christy

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 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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