You hear a crow croak at you and there is now electricity to the air. Nature unfolds in a rhythmic tidal wave around you, immersing you in it. You feel like there is about to be a war or at least that you are a warrior, or a traveler, who has gone a long way, but there is no place to rest. Only craggier walks and darker dysthimic woods await. Maybe I am writing to myself. Good lord im cynical.
Anyway, to the Morrigan.
Who is She
She is the Triple Goddess of Death, Rebirth, and Passageways. She is the guardian of passed spirits. She is fierce and aids in inner transformation and the ending of cycles and the beginning of new ones, especially in a girl’s life. Death to life and life to death. The perpetually hungry snake in its circle, Ouroboros, is assoicated with her in her ancient tomb. Other mystical animals who she transforms into or possesses and uses as messnegers are: vultures, owls, crows, ravens. Birds are her faithful servants. In addition to Death and Darkness she is the luminescent moon, the midwife who brings red faced infants into the cold world, Power, and wisdom. Her three aspects are
~Maiden: The Child: The dreamy, innocent little girl. Playing in the summer sun with few worries and a future that seems distant and completely unknowable like a cliff covered in dark storm clouds, rain that won’t pour on you for years and years to come, until you are due and ready. She is the Fool 0 tarot card, infinite potential, curiosity, and mirth, but also coming into her own as the Empress and High Priestess, as the Ways of the world make themselves known to her. An example of a poster child “maiden” goddess is Persephone’s aspect Kore, the shy and sweet Goddess of Flowers in her childhood previous to the kidnapping, rape, and Corruption by Hades. This aspect is also associated with the moon phases from new to waxing gibbous.
~Mother: Most Goddesses are viewed or appear to people in visions as fully fledged but ageless adults. This is them appearing in their Mother phase. The summer dress has been shed, the cocoon broken apart. She has decended into the underworld to connect with her unconscious and the power innate in her that cannot be seen in the glimpse of the daylight, that cannot be understood by words or manmade abstractions, just simply felt. She has Joined with her male counterpart and is either pregnant or has given birth.
~Crone: The hag. The old wizened lady smiling at you with no teeth and no shame either. She has lived her life fearlessly but the spice of earthly activities is lessened. She knows no man. She is a widow. She may seem mad and bizzare but she does not care about something as petty as an ego’s opinion of her. She works on the potions and nutritious broths and insta-fatal poisons in her massive cauldron, on her handiwork as she Weaves the events of the fractals of time, peoples lives, tangled as they are, and the algorithmic waves of the Universe. She is one with god. There is no separation. She may crave death but never seeks it. She is a well of infinite void yin wisdom but there is always a price for such knowledge, a sacrifice that must be demanded. This is no cookie baking senile grandmother. This is a beak-nosed fierce stubborn woman with a will of steel who does not speak to make small talk. But maybe there is both hidden within each other, in real life.
History and Myths
In the legend of King Arthur, the Morrigan plays the role of a villain, plotting to murder him and almost succeeding. She wished him dead in order to give hte power of Excalibur to his enemy Accolon of Gaul.
It is said that she put Arthur into a dream state and transported him to the magickal realm of Avalon where he had a taste of heaven and enlightenment.
She is experienced at flight, whether she uses her shapeshifting ability to transform into an illustrious winged creature, or whether she effortlessly lets her body go inert and astral projects and hops between dimensions and realms.
Invoking her in the Craft
Chants for summoning:
For the red mouthed Badh will cry around the house
For bodies it will be solicitous
Pale Badbs shall sheik
Badbs will be over the breasts of men.
-from Bruiden Da Choca.
Morrigan Morrigan Three times Three,
Hear the words I ask of Thee.
Grant me vision, Grant me power,
Cheer me in my darkest hour.
As the night overtakes the day,
Morrigan Morrigan Light my way. . .
Morrigan Morrigan Raven Queen,
Round and round the Hawthorn green.
Queen of beauty, Queen of Art,
Yours my body, Yours my heart.
All my trust I place in thee,
Morrigan Morrigan Be with me. . .
~ Luna’s Grimoire
I call upon thee, O Great Morrigan,
Threefold Goddess of Power
From the depths of Lir, from the world of man,
From the reaches of Uindimagos
Do I call on thee
To descend upon my body
Thy servant and priestess
And lend your energies to me this day
As I walk in the human world
Ever seeking balance
Silver Ravenwolf
O Crow Goddess come!
Lady of the Reaping, Lady of the Ravens
Light of Darkness, Giver of Rebirth!
She who walks the Warrior Path,
Great Morrigan, Red Queen!
I greet your beauty, your shadowed jewel
At the height of your Powers.
I greet you with a rite in your honour,
Lady of Many Forms.
Tri-fold Lady;
With your sisters at your side I would honour you,
And call you to join us this night.
I would hear the words of the Raven Queen,
She who watches over all, and has many forms.
Great Morrigan,
Wherever you may be, I seek your blessing.
Lady of the Dark Moon,
Be with me this night, and witness my ritual,
Held in your honour.
So mote it be!
CATHUBODUA GAULISH INVOCATION CHANT
Cathubodua, canu ni risu
Cathurigan, cingethrigan, marethrigan, taran cruach
Battle raven, we sing to you
Queen of battle, Queen of warriors, Queen of the slain, bloody storm
Mórrígan mórda, nobered búaid
Ban a sídib, ban-cháinti, ban-túaithech, día sóach
Mighty Great Queen, bringer of victory
Woman of the fairy mound, poetess, sorceress, shapeshifting Goddess
Badb catha, bean sidhe, lamia, bean nighe
Battle crow, fairy woman, fury, washer at the ford
Beansidhe, Beansidhe, keening at the well
Who do you claim as you loose the gates of Hell?
The souls of the slain called from your shrieking lips
Your chosen plucked from life with icy fingertips
Oh screaming hag that rides the wind, bring my love to me
For I would see his face again on this Hallows Eve
You wash the soul right from the skin, deliver us from life
Our spirits are renewed in the velvet womb of night
Counterpoint (also used as a stand-alone chant):
Morrigan of the raven wing, yours the song the slain do sing
Mighty queen of forgotten things, open up the gate
Kings arise to the battle!
Queens arise to the battle!
We rise up! With the power of the spear.
Rise up! With the strength of the sword.
Rise up! With the courage in our hearts.
Rise Up! Rise!!!
Macha, great Sun of womanhood | Macha, mighty Queen, Macha, mighty Queen
Macha, greatness of wealth | Macha, mighty Queen, Macha, mighty Queen
Macha greatness of pride | Macha, mighty Queen, Macha, mighty Queen
Macha, white shining royal mare | Macha, mighty Queen, Macha, mighty Queen
Macha who calls forth horses to the race | Macha, mighty Queen, Macha, mighty Queen
Macha, warhorse of the hero’s chariot | Macha, mighty Queen, Macha, mighty Queen
Macha, swelling breasts of the rich land | Macha, mighty Queen, Macha, mighty Queen
Macha, shaper of fortress heights | Macha, mighty Queen, Macha, mighty Queen
Macha, bright plain defended by warriors | Macha, mighty Queen, Macha, mighty Queen
Macha first ancestor’s daughter | Macha, mighty Queen, Macha, mighty Queen
Macha of the birthing pangs | Macha, mighty Queen, Macha, mighty Queen
Macha mother of heralded twins | Macha, mighty Queen, Macha, mighty Queen
Macha, red-maned warrior | Macha, mighty Queen, Macha, mighty Queen
Macha who revels in red slaughter | Macha, mighty Queen, Macha, mighty Queen
Macha, your harvest the heads of the slain | Macha, mighty Queen, Macha, mighty Queen
Macha sister of the dreaded three | Macha, mighty Queen, Macha, mighty Queen
Macha red-painted sorceress | Macha, mighty Queen, Macha, mighty Queen
Macha whose rage is the curse of tribes | Macha, mighty Queen, Macha, mighty Queen
Macha who gives battle for sovereignty | Macha, mighty Queen, Macha, mighty Queen
Macha seven years reigning | Macha, mighty Queen, Macha, mighty Queen
Macha, bride of Sovereignty | Macha, mighty Queen, Macha, mighty Queen
Macha whose memory stands among Kings | Macha, mighty Queen, Macha, mighty Queen
Macha whose name is the battlefield | Macha, mighty Queen, Macha, mighty Queen
Macha the name of the place of assembly | Macha, mighty Queen, Macha, mighty Queen
Macha, greatness of wealth | Macha, mighty Queen, Macha, mighty Queen
Macha greatness of pride | Macha, mighty Queen, Macha, mighty Queen
Macha, great Sun of womanhood | Macha, mighty Queen, Macha, mighty Queen
Offerings She Enjoys: feathers (especially of a crow), mead, red wine, storm water, knife or boline dedicated to doing spells in her name, milk, honey, artwork, poetry, traditional Irish foods.
Colours: Red and White
Time: Midnight- 4am








