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“MYTH AND MODERNITY” SERIES Saturday 15th May, 2010

// May 11th, 2010 // No Comments » // General, Irish Myths, Uncategorized, Workshop

This week we will be exploring the relevance of the Battle of Maigh Tuireadh, with particular focus on the leadership of Lugh. We will pull out some of the main principles of leadership and apply them to modern Irish leaders, as well as looking at them with reference to modern film.

BATTLE OF MAIGH TUIREADH

Ireland was ruled for thirty-seven years by the Fir Bolg, and they prospered. One night, however, their king Eochaidh Mac Eirc had a dream in which he saw a great flock of birds coming from the ocean, and his poet explained to him that this was a fleet of ships carrying a thousand magical heroes. Soon such a fleet arrived, and the warriors came ashore, burned their ships, and encamped on a mountain in Connacht. The Fir Bolg sent the greatest of their own warriors, called Sreang, to parley with them, and the strangers said that they were relatives of theirs, called Tuatha Dé Danann. They had come from the northern world, and their king was Nuadhu. They proposed that Ireland should be shared by the two peoples, but the assembly of the Fir Bolg at Tara refused this. The result was a great battle fought at Maigh Tuireadh (‘the plain of the pillars’) near Cong in County Mayo. King Eochaidh of the Fir Bolg was slain, but Sreang with a sword-stroke severed the right arm of Nuadhu. The tide of battle went against the Fir Bolg, and Nuadhu agreed a treaty with Sreang which allowed the west of Ireland to the Fir Bolg, while the Tuatha Dé took the rest.

The Tuatha Dé were a magnificent people, with skilled artists and tradesmen, and many wizards to plan their future for them. However, it was not long before they were troubled by a group of pirates called the Fomhóire, who commenced raiding the country. Since Nuadhu was blemished, it was considered unlucky for him to rule, and the Tuatha Dé sought to achieve harmony with the Fomhóire by appointing as their ruler Breas, a warrior whose father was of the Fomhóire and whose mother was of the Tuatha Dé. After seven years in power, Breas proved himself so selfish and high-handed that the people were alienated from him. Moreover, the Fomhóire began to impose heavy taxes and, groaning under the oppression, the Tuatha Dé decided to rebel. They deposed Breas, and in retaliation the Fomhóire sent a huge fleet of ships to attack Ireland, led by their fierce chief Balar, who had an evil eye in his forehead. This eye destroyed all on which it looked.

The great physician of the Tuatha Dé, Dian Céacht replaced Nuadhu’s severed limb with a mobile silver arm, and Nuadhu reassumed the kingship. He held a great assembly and banquet at Tara, at which preparations were made for the inevitable trial of strength with the Fomhóire. During the proceedings, a handsome young stranger arrived and demanded entry. This was Lugh, whose father Cian was of the Tuatha Dé but whose mother Eithne was a daughter of Balar. Lugh was admitted because he was the master of all arts and, impressed by his stupendous skills, Nuadhu decided to make him commander of the forces for thirteen days. Lugh then delegated functions to the warriors, and to all the various craftsmen and magicians. For his part, the old father-figure of the Tuatha Dé, called ‘the Daghdha’, enlisted the help of the magical mother-goddess, the Mór-Ríoghain, and then went to the Fomhóire camp to try to forestall hostilities, but he was mocked and humiliated there.

Again the battle-site was a place called Maigh Tuireadh, but this was the great rock-filled plain east of Lough Arrow in County Leitrim. The two great armies advanced across the plain and met each other with a great shock. There was a great tumult of banging shields and of shouting men, and the slaughter was atrocious on both sides. In the hand-to-hand fighting, warriors were tripping over bodies and slipping and falling in the torrent of blood.  Shoving aside his bodyguards, Lugh rushed to the forefront of the Tuatha Dé, and began to dance in a circle on one leg, while he chanted a magical spell. The special cover was being removed from the eye of Balar, and that tyrant was ready to turn his withering glance on the Tuatha Dé.  Lugh immediately threw a stone from his sling and drove the eye to the back of Balar’s head, so that it was looking on the Fomhóire host. The Fomhóire were weakened, and they took to flight towards the sea.

The Daghdha recovered all the cattle which the Fomhóire had seized as tribute in Ireland, and the Mór-Ríoghain announced the great victory on hill-tops in all parts of the country.

Children of Lir

// July 30th, 2009 // No Comments » // Irish Myths

lirAfter their defeat by the Gaelic people, the Tuatha Dé Danann retreated to their otherworld dwellings, hidden away in the landscape. One of their leaders was Bodhbh Dearg, who lived in the cairn on Slievenamon in County Tipperary. Another of their noblemen was Lir, who lived at the palace called Sídh Fionnachaidh (the cairn on Deadman’s Hill in County Armagh). The assembly of the whole Tuatha Dé chose Bodhbh Dearg as their new king, but Lir was offended by this, as he wished the honour for himself.
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To bring about a reconciliation, Bodhbh offered Lir one of his foster-daughters in marriage. This lady was Aobh, and she bore him two sets of twins. The first twins were a boy called Aodh and a girl called Fionnuala. The second twins were the boys Fiachra and Conn, but in giving birth to these two their mother died. Lir was very upset at the loss of his lovely and kind wife, but Bodhbh gave him as a second wife Aoife, the sister of Aobh. She was kind to them for a while but, noticing how much her husband loved his children, Aoife grew jealous of them and plotted to do them harm. One day, she took them with her on a journey, telling Lir that she was bringing them to visit Bodhbh. That would be a direct route southwards through the country, but she took a wide detour.

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Arrival of the Celts – the Sons of Míl

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The story goes that there was a great and wise leader in Scythia called Fénius the Ancient, a master of languages, as also was his grandson, Gael Glas. It is said that, when Gael was a child, he was stung by a serpent but was cured by Moses. They became great friends, and Moses said that his descendants would live in a land forever safe from serpents. Many years later, these descendants set out to the west. At sea, they were put astray and bewildered by the singing of mermaids, but eventually their druid Caichear found a remedy for this by melting wax in their ears. They landed in Spain, where they established a kingdom.

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Daghdha and Aonghus

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TheDAGHDAThe father-figure of the Tuatha Dé Danann was Eochaidh Mór (literally ‘the great horseman’). He was better known as the Daghdha, an ancient name which meant ‘the good god’, because he was famous for his wisdom and generosity. His cauldron was never empty, and he loved to invite people to a feast. He was a big man, who walked ponderously and carried a great club with which he hit the earth so as to make the crops grow. Stupendously strong, he was a great builder of raths and forts. He was also a skilled musician on the harp, and if he had any fault it was his tendency to eat and drink too much.

The ‘great Daghdha’, as he was usually called, had his residence in  Brugh na Bóinne (the tumulus at Newgrange on the bank of the Boyne). It is said that he fell in love with the lady Bóinn, a mystical woman after whom the river is named. She was the wife of the water-deity Nuadhu, nicknamed ‘Ealcmhar’, who lived in the well at the source of the river. The Daghdha thought of a plan to gain her love unknown to her husband, and for that reason he asked Ealcmhar to go on a message for him which would take nine days. When Ealcmhar was away, the Daghdha used his massive strength to tie the sun in the sky so that it did not move for nine months, and in that time he became the lover of Bóinn, and she gave birth to a baby-boy before her husband returned.

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Book of Invasions

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CeasairAccording to the storytellers, the first ever settlement of Ireland was by a lady called Ceasair and her followers. They came in three ships to escape the Great Flood, but two of the ships were wrecked and only one survived, with fifty women and three men aboard, along with some sheep. Ceasair was the leading woman, and the men were her father Bith, the pilot Ladru, and the wizard Fionntan. They landed in west Kerry, and went overland from there to where the three rivers meet – the Suir, Nore and Barrow. They spread throughout Ireland, but Bith and Ladru soon died, and Fionntan was left alone with all the women, Feeling inadequate, he fled from them, and Ceasair died from a broken heart on account of his absence. She was buried at a place called Cúil Ceasra  (Coolcasragh in n County Galway). The other women did not long survive her, and Fionntan alone remained. It is said that Fionntan lived alive for many generations in the mound of Tounthinna, overlooking the Shannon near Portroe in Tipperary.

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Battles of Moytura (Maigh Tuireadh)

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FIR BOLGS smallIreland was ruled for thirty-seven years by the Fir Bolg, and they prospered. One night, however, their king Eochaidh Mac Eirc had a dream in which he saw a great flock of birds coming from the ocean, and his poet explained to him that this was a fleet of ships carrying a thousand magical heroes. Soon such a fleet arrived, and the warriors came ashore, burned their ships, and encamped on a mountain in Connacht. The Fir Bolg sent the greatest of their own warriors, called Sreang, to parley with them, and the strangers said that they were relatives of theirs, called Tuatha Dé Danann. They had come from the northern world, and their king was Nuadhu. They proposed that Ireland should be shared by the two peoples, but the assembly of the Fir Bolg at Tara refused this. The result was a great battle fought at Maigh Tuireadh (‘the plain of the pillars’) near Cong in County Mayo. King Eochaidh of the Fir Bolg was slain, but Sreang with a sword-stroke severed the right arm of Nuadhu. The tide of battle went against the Fir Bolg, and Nuadhu agreed a treaty with Sreang which allowed the west of Ireland to the Fir Bolg, while the Tuatha Dé took the rest.

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Midhir and Etain (Éadaoin)

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Midhir

The great Newgrange tumulus on the bank of the river Boyne is called Brugh na Bóinne. The handome youth called Aonghus was living there, and he was visited by his foster-father Midhir, In the course of his visit, Midhir lost one of his eyes in an accident. The great physician Dian Céacht managed to replace the eye perfectly, but Midhir took the opportunity to demand compensation from Aonghus. He insisted that Aonghus find for him as wife the most beautiful maiden in Ireland, whom he knew to be Éadaoin, daughter of Ailill, the king of Ulster.

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Nemed-the Warrior

// May 14th, 2009 // No Comments » // Irish Myths

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The Warrior

It is a revealing fact about a people if one of its first men is a man who arrived in Ireland harrowed and humiliated by a fall from greatness.  And so it was with Nemed and his Nemedians, the four married couples and twenty others.

Nemed had led what can only be described as an ancient navy, a navy of thirty two boats and nine hundred and fifty one people.  Sailing through the ocean, alerted by a Siren’s song, they came across a tower of gold, way out in the sea.

In spite of every intuitive bone in his body, howling at him to move on, to cover his ears, like Odysseus from his Siren’s song, Nemed and his men could not resist.  They were greedy for the gold. (more…)

Parthalon- the Entrepreneur

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parthalonPartholon
The entrepreneur

I arrived in Ireland with a past, a history or what they call “baggage”.  My baggage is a great baggage.  I carry a triple curse, the curse of fratricide, matricide and patricide.  Unlike Oedipus who merely killed his father, unlike Orestes who merely killed his mother, unlike Cain who merely killed his brother, unlike even Medea who carried the awful, awful curse of killing the children whom she brought into the world, unlike even Atreus who killed his brother’s two sons.  I carry my baggage.  And it’s a great baggage.

It is indeed a ‘hell on earth’ to carry the kind of baggage that no one can ever forgive least of all oneself.  Even poverty, failure, illness, divorce, even death of a loved one is not so bad as this.  To carry that kind of blood on one’s hands, as with Lady MacBeth, that no amount of washing can make any difference. (more…)

Fintan McBóchna

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The First Men of Ireland
Fintan MacBochra
the shaman

It says something about a people, so it does, if the first man that bears mention and recollection is a Shaman, a Seer, a man of Magic and Healing.  But that is the way it is.

It says something about a people, so it does if this first man is rooted in a tradition, a global tradition, that draws its authority from human experience, from dream and from the kind of insight that comes from altered states of mind, from moments of ecstasy.  That is the way of the Shaman.  Not the way of some socially, institutionally, religiously defined truth.  No, the way of the Shaman is that of human experience.  And that’s the way it was.  That’s the way it is.

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