Sleeping Beauty and Climate Change
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Sleeping Beauty and Climate Change
(Image : Sweet Dreams by Mary Smyth Art, ) What if….. everyone has interpreted Sleeping Beauty wrong and it was about climate change all alo

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Longford is wild and beautiful. Have you ever noticed? Living in the middle of it sometimes we forget. I like to admire it in the quietness
Restore the Balance
Midir regularly comes into conversations between Annette and myself. Well he has occupied our minds for quite a while and it is difficult to forget him when you live at the foot of Brí Leith.
Today she was recommending I watch a programme, which I intend to later seeing as it is a miserable wet day and I've no interest in housework.
Apparently "Kiss the Ground" led Annette to the conclusion that basically
"Climate Change started with Midir showing Eochaidh the plough"
Of course I had to revert to my role as Midir's advocate, a role I reluctantly found being thrust upon me when we attended the Bard Summer School on Clare Island in 2018, now stored in the memory collection of "The time before Covid."
" Well he didn't want to show him the plough did he? Eochaidh spied on him. So it's on Eochaidh not Midir, can't be blaming Midir he just wants to have everything balanced." says I.
To which the wise sage Annette replied
" Yeah, just shows humans can't stay in balance!"
Now that I've opened the curtain and let you have a glimpse of the rambling conversations we amuse ourselves with daily this is what we are so fondly reflecting on:
In "The wooing of Etain" Eochaidh gave extremely difficult tasks to Midir as his forfeits for losing at chess:
" A causeway over Móin Lámraige. a wood over Bréifne, without difficulty. a clearing of stones from the hillocks of great Meath and rushes over Tethba. "
These were impossible tasks to a human but Midir being extraordinary was able to do them, his ability didn't stop him complaining though, and he also gave a warning :
" ‘Thou layest too much upon me,’ said Midir. ‘I do not indeed,’ said Eochaid. ‘Then do thou grant me a request and a boon. As far as thou holdest sway let no man or woman be out of doors until sunrise to-morrow.’ ‘It shall be done,’ said Eochaid. No one had ever trodden that bog before. "
And therein rests my case, we humans were warned by a godly figure not to watch how he performed his task of laying the road in the bog so what was to come after is our fault not his and he cannot be blamed for Climate Change. It is on us.
Eochaidh being a curious cat decided that he had to find out how this otherworldly person could do what he did and sent his steward out to watch.
" The steward went into the bog. It seemed to him as though all the men in the world from sunrise to sunset had come to the bog. They all made one mound of their clothes, and Midir went up on that mound. Into the bottom of the causeway they kept putting a forest with its trunks and roots, Midir standing and urging on the host on every side. One would think that below him all the men of the world were raising a tumult. After that, clay and gravel and stones are placed upon the bog."
So that explains where Doire Mór (big oak forest , townland Derrymore) went and also how Ardagh Mountain became a hill 😉. Into the bog at Corlea they went to make a road on the whim of a King.
And here we get to the crux of Annette's first remark:
" Now until that night the men of Ireland used to put the strain on the foreheads of oxen, (but) it was seen that the folk of the elfmounds were putting it on their shoulders. Eochaid did the same, hence he is called Eochaid Airem i.e. ploughman, for he was the first of the men of Ireland to put a yoke upon the necks of oxen."
Our destructive path to Climate Change began the day we ploughed the land which led to all the other destructive paths we took such as industrialisation, using fossil fuels, plastics, nuclear and chemicals etc etc. In other words curiosity killed the cat.
Midir describes the process rather well here:
‘Put in hand, throw in hand, excellent oxen, in the hours after sundown; overhard is the exaction; none knoweth whose is the gain, whose the loss, from the causeway over Móin Lámraige.’
With everything we create we destroy something else, when will we learn this I wonder? Not until the end? I like to think we are learning it rapidly and hopefully not too late. On my own tiny patch of the world just by stopping the mowing of our lawn brought back wildflowers, wild grasses, grasshoppers, crickets, pygmy shrews, frogs and newts just to name a few that I noticed. Imagine if we stopped turning the sod on a grand scale!
Anyway, to continue the story, Midir saw the spy and decided to teach Eochaidh a lesson. He and his left defects in the road that they built which is one of the reasons we consider it to be connected to the road at Corlea which lasted about 10 years and was built around about the time there was a King Eochaidh around these there parts.
Midir wasn't finished with Eochaidh, nor us, and continued to warn us :
" While they were speaking they saw Midir coming towards them, his loins girt and an evil look on him. Eochaid was afraid, but bade him welcome. ‘Tis for that we have come,’ said Midir. ‘It is fierce and unreasonable of thee to lay such hardship and infliction upon me. I would have wrought something else to please thee, but my mind is inflamed against thee.’ ‘Thou shalt not get wrath in return for thy rage, thy mind shall be set at ease,’ said Eochaid. ‘It shall be accepted then,’ said Midir; ‘Shall we play at chess?’ "
And the game continues.
Note: All the quotes, other than Annette's and my conversation, are from part 3 of The Wooing of Etain, https://celt.ucc.ie/published/T300012/text003.html
Some good books on not turning the sod include The Last Straw Revolution by Masanobu Fukuoka, The Garden Awakening by Mary Reynolds, Wilding by Isabella Tree and Feral: Rewilding the Land, the Sea, and Human Life by George Monbiot. There are probably plenty more but that is a start and if you really want to find the knowledge you can always read up about Midir, his motto isn't "Restore the balance" for no reason. 😉
Midir probably has something to do with this.
https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-europe-57074156
A pair of cranes are nesting on a rewetted peat bog in the Republic of Ireland's midlands.
I keep seeing that post floating around with the fae and human bargaining over a firstborn and I feel like it stops in the middle. This is the way i see it playing out:
Fae: so we're agreed? I'll heal your mother in exchange for your firstborn?
Human: yes
Fae: then when you return home you will find your mother completely healthy. And I will return in a year for your child.
Human: well let's get on with it then
Fae: excuse me?
Human: you want my child, let's get started.
Fae:
Human:
Fae: see, that's a you problem not a me problem
Human: but you agreed on my firstborn.
Fae: yes. *Your* firstborn. I bargained for your child, not my own. Why would I bargain for a child that's already mine?
Human:
Fae, laughing: so get on with it then. If you don't have the payment when I return your mother's life is forfeit.
Human: but...
Fae: as we agreed
Human:
Fae disappears still laughing

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Symbols, spiralling around in circles.
Technically this is not a post about Midir but in a way it has something to do with him, he’s always whispering something and actually there is nothing technical about it. This ramble will start with the point that I’ve been contemplating Celtic Brooches on and off all week and it will spiral out from there. So, the shape of the brooches have always intrigued me and I’m fascinated with the fact that the one found in Ardagh at The Back of The Hill hadn’t little glass beads or jewels on it but was delicately made and finished none the less with great love, with a beautiful simple shape and features, enamelled in blue and yellow. What can it have meant for the designer and the wearer?
( For more on that dig visit our site here: http://creativeardagh.blogspot.com/p/the.html )
Then this week my mother gave me a few “Tara brooches”, indeed one was mine already so that’s another story. They are modern ones, not worth anything but useful for costumes when Annette and I are storytelling. I photographed them together with a miraculous medal because I want to jump in, up to my neck like fools do, and suggest they were much more than brooches to hold up cloaks. I don’t mind being the fool, it doesn’t embarrass me in the slightest, in my recollection the fool often pointed out truths to the lords and ladies so it’s an interesting role to take on and I believe Midir might approve.
Were the brooches as important to the wearers as the miraculous medal was to our mothers who insisted we wear them to stay safe? Were we always wearing talisman on this island? Was it natural for the Irish to embrace the miraculous medal as much as the cross around the neck, even more natural as it represents the mother protection? Looking at the shape of the Celtic Brooch I can’t help feeling it’s planetary, Moon or Sun, Goddess in any case and the wearers wore it for protection. Then I was thinking of the different styles and perhaps they represented your tribe or clan or the sacred site you lived closest to, again bringing in the Mother Mary connection, each site she is said to have appeared on has an image slightly different for that site and a medal. I was christened with Guadalupe as my second name and was given many images of her and medals. If you look at the image of her she is so much more like a First Nation Goddess than a Christian Mother of God so it’s easy to see why she was accepted so lovingly in Mexico. Likewise here in Ireland, land of the Goddesses, Áine, Gráinne, Danu etc etc, loved and revered in the landscape and rivers, Mary was embraced.
So, I am suggesting the brooches were the miraculous medals of the people living here long, long ago. I pondered that a while and wondered about the pin and if it had some protective nature and the glass beads and the location of them on it, were they representing stars? And the symbols, well they are easier as lots is written about the symbols whether it’s accurate or not. Then I let it sit with me.
Continuing the journey outward on my spiral, two books I’m currently reading, Mythic Ireland by Michael Dames, 1992, Thames and Hudson, and Mythical Ireland by Anthony Murphy, 2017, The Liffey Press, wildly different from each other yet strangely not, kept bringing me back to it with the imagery in the books as much as the words. The shape of the sacred sites are as the brooches and in particular on page 107 of Mythic Ireland, a drawing by the author of Rannach Crom Dubh is so much like the brooches. He mentions the buried ‘stone staff’ of the Dagda and I can’t help wondering if the pin in the brooches is calling for protection of the wearer from The Dagda? A drawing on page 153 of Mythical Ireland of a Stone Henge no longer there draws me in too.
Who knows? Nobody, as there are none of these people here to verify or deny.
Annette and I went to visit our friend Brendan on friday (who we often call Midir’s current representative on earth and he accepts the title graciously) to get some hazels. We got some lilac and spindle too. Nothing would do me but to plant 9 in a circle around my well, no doubt inspired by Anthony’s book and thinking of the Boyne and another 18 more in a spiral because I’m off on another thought mission about spirals this week. I get the strangest notions that I must follow. Now I have two brooches planted in my garden. Will they protect us? I can’t say. I’m master of nothing and expert in less. I’m just a fool jumping in.
I’m off thinking about these again.
I was pondering on brooches, pins and cloaks last night and started thinking of how lethal a Celtic brooch could be in the hand of the wrong person. Then I was thinking of how long it takes to make things from scratch now with supplies easily ordered and maybe better tools. If I was making something that took so long and materials were scarce I think I'd make it multipurpose, I imagine most things were multipurpose. Maybe brooches were decorative and handy to keep on a cloak that served as a blanket too but maybe they were even more useful when attacked and easily taken off to stab someone in the eye or heart while your cloak remained undamaged on the ground or tree where you laid it because they took a hell of a long time to make too and probably lasted a lifetime. The bracelet fastener might also have been a stamp to mark on documents, I'm no longer believing the monks were the first to write, with much evidence showing travel between many places, Egypt being one, I imagine there was some writing going on, perhaps the monks destroyed it and then in their guilt, or because the trainee scribes decided, then the legends were written down however deformed they were, I think there was writing before. They destroyed standing stone circles and other important sites, why not a burning of manuscripts?
The brooch has now presented itself as so many things, a brooch/fastener, a weapon. a measurement tool, perhaps a divining tool, a talisman, a token representing your clan or beliefs or both, a depiction of your burial ground or your worshiping place, a view of the sky map, a lethal weapon. The pondering continues.
Midir and Loch Rí
I’m meant to be working on another project but of course Midir is mithering me with other things. While looking up something completely different he decided he wanted to remind me about this interesting piece so I’m leaving it here to examine later and so it doesn’t disappear again out of my memory. Interestingly enough I was fascinated by a story of ‘The bonny bunch of blackberries’ from the school collection yesterday. I’ll pop that link down the bottom of this too. It all fascinates me but I’ll bold the particular verses which are very intriguing, was it the destruction of Brug na Bóinne as it became a Grange or is it to do with Saint’s Island,Midir would be “ill-pleased” at anyone destroying anything of Oenghus, is the horse a volcanic or hot water eruption of sorts with streams of it heading back, were they trying to direct it and failed,what kind of a lunatic king would build his house on it anyway? So many questions, no answers. All these kings making lakes and goddesses making rivers. I should go back to the project in hand and leave this for another day.
Loch Rí
This lake that shallops stir, though it be now a lake under a stormy flood, was once a plain blooming with whitethorn, till it was inundated by the waters of a lake.
5] Its name was Mag Airbthen, laden with blackberries, free from storm and gloomy skies, until Ri, reddener of the young shoot, settled on its green-topped harvest-bearing hill.
Once on a time there came out of the west 10] the sons of Mairid, with thousands of hostages, lordly were the prolific chieftains with galleys full of wealth.
To Belach Liac of the bright warriors each of them followed his fellow: 15] Eochaid of the slender spears pressed on till he reached the Brug in Brega of the blows.
Eochaid we leave on one side because his story has spread far and wide: — how the furious outburst of Loch Lindmuine 20] wrought the ruin of his shapely form.
Ri came, with a spear across his back, to the midst of green Mag Find; upon it Ri of the raths, fierce in onset, brought his cavalcade in loose order.
25] The plain was called in turn Tir Oenaig Midir and Mag Find, with triumphs of rich winnings; it is now a land guarded by saints since the destruction of Oenach Oengusso.
Ill-pleased was Midir at that host 30] grazing their kine on that spot, so he brought upon them every plague that he threatened for three hours he slept not sound.
He afflicted them with continual wailing their kine and oxen he killed in the first hour, 35] their horses — no sudden destruction — he slew in the second hour.
Midir came to them, in the next place, from Donncholg in the south: the noble righteous prince of Feine warned them 40] to be gone with all speed;
Or that he would dispense a mess of death among the seemly orderly host, if they should tarry — pleasure without flaw — near his Sid, and his noble field.
45] "There remains not alive one of our horses in our dwelling," said Ri of Fuat with his men, "to carry our chattels from thy presence."
"I have a horse for you hard by," 50] said Midir, right sternly, "to carry your substance, great amount, persons and property alike."
"In the spot where ye shall let loose on the plain the beautiful robust pack-horse, 55] on the [...] of the plain he must not shed his water, far from the herdsman."
"He must not stir, with your numbers of chieftains, to roam or to stray: he must not lie down, west or east, 60] under your charge, till far on your journey."
"Send him from you speedily, after loosing his heavy load: let his bridle be left on his head that he may come home without fraud or neglect."
65] "If so be he should stale under your charge, the fiery horse with the heavy load, I will not pardon it — great the punishment, ye shall rue loan and lending."
"He will destroy thy children, he will throw them from him, 70] he will drown thy portion, thy kingdom: it shall be a stormy lake after a number of days, that shall bury in violent wise the mighty throng."
As to what Mider said, well for thee, Rí, if it turn out as we say: 75] but everything that Midir forbade happened to him, and no good report came of it.
The horse staled without delay after the journey, and contrived to stray: it came home in the west, 80] and left its bridle behind.
The stale of the ruthless intractable horse found bottom under the damp earth, so that a sluice was needed over its bed to confine it and to dam it wholly.
85] Rí the mighty well, he builds his house about it, the generous man sets up in truth, look you, his bed to the west over the spring.
Thirty years he lived over it 90] in his bed — no hard couch, till it burst with noise from its bonds on the eve of a Monday at Lugnasad.
Then it drowns Rí completely and destroys his fair children: 95] it brought them under the silent ebb-tide in his house, it drowned his wife and his household.
It spread abroad without pause, it was a rolling sea at violent war, it poured forth all its stormy waters 100] over yellow-brown Mag Airbthen.
Hence is named in every place Loch Ri — let not its name be hid! since Ri with keen endeavour perished beneath stormy wave and heavy waters.
105] Years a hundred and eleven after the birth of Christ, not false the reckoning, was the bursting forth of Loch Rí, higher than every summit: it was a fitting appellation, it was a heavy water.
Corpus of Electronic Texts The Metrical Dindshenchas Author: [unknown] 451 - pg459,
https://celt.ucc.ie/published/T106500C.html
The bonny bunch of blackberries
https://www.duchas.ie/en/cbes/5105151/4996505/5105429
Symbols, spiralling around in circles.
Technically this is not a post about Midir but in a way it has something to do with him, he’s always whispering something and actually there is nothing technical about it. This ramble will start with the point that I’ve been contemplating Celtic Brooches on and off all week and it will spiral out from there. So, the shape of the brooches have always intrigued me and I’m fascinated with the fact that the one found in Ardagh at The Back of The Hill hadn’t little glass beads or jewels on it but was delicately made and finished none the less with great love, with a beautiful simple shape and features, enamelled in blue and yellow. What can it have meant for the designer and the wearer?
( For more on that dig visit our site here: http://creativeardagh.blogspot.com/p/the.html )
Then this week my mother gave me a few “Tara brooches”, indeed one was mine already so that’s another story. They are modern ones, not worth anything but useful for costumes when Annette and I are storytelling. I photographed them together with a miraculous medal because I want to jump in, up to my neck like fools do, and suggest they were much more than brooches to hold up cloaks. I don’t mind being the fool, it doesn’t embarrass me in the slightest, in my recollection the fool often pointed out truths to the lords and ladies so it’s an interesting role to take on and I believe Midir might approve.
Were the brooches as important to the wearers as the miraculous medal was to our mothers who insisted we wear them to stay safe? Were we always wearing talisman on this island? Was it natural for the Irish to embrace the miraculous medal as much as the cross around the neck, even more natural as it represents the mother protection? Looking at the shape of the Celtic Brooch I can’t help feeling it’s planetary, Moon or Sun, Goddess in any case and the wearers wore it for protection. Then I was thinking of the different styles and perhaps they represented your tribe or clan or the sacred site you lived closest to, again bringing in the Mother Mary connection, each site she is said to have appeared on has an image slightly different for that site and a medal. I was christened with Guadalupe as my second name and was given many images of her and medals. If you look at the image of her she is so much more like a First Nation Goddess than a Christian Mother of God so it’s easy to see why she was accepted so lovingly in Mexico. Likewise here in Ireland, land of the Goddesses, Áine, Gráinne, Danu etc etc, loved and revered in the landscape and rivers, Mary was embraced.
So, I am suggesting the brooches were the miraculous medals of the people living here long, long ago. I pondered that a while and wondered about the pin and if it had some protective nature and the glass beads and the location of them on it, were they representing stars? And the symbols, well they are easier as lots is written about the symbols whether it’s accurate or not. Then I let it sit with me.
Continuing the journey outward on my spiral, two books I’m currently reading, Mythic Ireland by Michael Dames, 1992, Thames and Hudson, and Mythical Ireland by Anthony Murphy, 2017, The Liffey Press, wildly different from each other yet strangely not, kept bringing me back to it with the imagery in the books as much as the words. The shape of the sacred sites are as the brooches and in particular on page 107 of Mythic Ireland, a drawing by the author of Rannach Crom Dubh is so much like the brooches. He mentions the buried ‘stone staff’ of the Dagda and I can’t help wondering if the pin in the brooches is calling for protection of the wearer from The Dagda? A drawing on page 153 of Mythical Ireland of a Stone Henge no longer there draws me in too.
Who knows? Nobody, as there are none of these people here to verify or deny.
Annette and I went to visit our friend Brendan on friday (who we often call Midir’s current representative on earth and he accepts the title graciously) to get some hazels. We got some lilac and spindle too. Nothing would do me but to plant 9 in a circle around my well, no doubt inspired by Anthony’s book and thinking of the Boyne and another 18 more in a spiral because I’m off on another thought mission about spirals this week. I get the strangest notions that I must follow. Now I have two brooches planted in my garden. Will they protect us? I can’t say. I’m master of nothing and expert in less. I’m just a fool jumping in.
I'm off thinking about these again.
A work of fiction.
Once upon a time the world was so sick she seemed to be dying. Everybody noticed but the super rich wouldn't change their ways and made life harder and harder for everybody else. Even though there was enough of everything in the world for all to share, they made sure that there wasn't homes for everyone, that there wasn't food for everyone and that healthcare was a luxury while they sailed around the world in their yachts after making their money from raping the resources of the world, exploiting the poor and standing by while the vulnerable died. Everything, and everybody, was theirs to use, abuse and discard, in their warped sense of reality.
They had been the real power behind the many facades of governments for so long that they knew what would work everytime. Divide and conquer, get people blaming 'them over there' rather than looking upward and sideways, towards the super rich who always pulled the strings. Sometimes they created wars just so they could make more money. The more you have the more you want even if you're never going to need it, ever.
Every hundred years or so they wiped out as many of the poor, weak and vulnerable as they could while having smaller, localised, mass genocides and enslavements happen briefly and nearly unnoticed by those so busy trying to feed themselves and pay their debts. They even convinced the many that just because it had become normal then it was right.
They never cared how many died, they were just numbers and inconvenient troubles while they lived in their perfect world of opulence far away from empathy.
They had global meetings regularly where only those invited could attend, those that were useful at that moment and easily bought or discarded. The ordinary people were told that these meetings would solve the problems of the world however the only hint they had that they, the ordinary people, were considered the problem of the world was when one of the super rich let it slip that overpopulation needed to be dealt with as he funded the world health organisation to vaccine the world, some of which helped greatly, while others didn't. That was always the way with them, give a little on the right, point the camera in that direction while taking so much more from the left in the obscure darkness.
Little bits of information were dripfed to the masses over time through movies, shows, books, video clips, leaked documents, sometimes they just stated it truthfully on the news. Any information released was monitored to see how the majority would react and respond. Little bits of true information and misinformation dripfed slowly, then quickly, causing more unrest and distrust and a managed chaos ensued to deflect attention. Others were misdirected with celebrity and real life shows.
The super rich started to get annoyed when the many started mobilising in countries around the world, some were doing it for human rights, others for the environment, others for animal rights, all the rights the super rich didn't want to give. They didn't consider them basic rights but graces they bestowed upon the rabble, at their convenience, when they saw fit.
Never in a million years would they consider food, health and a roof over your head a right for every man and child, that right came with privilege always and the others had to earn it. Those that 'earned' it held on so tightly to it and pushed many down the ladder as they believed the lie of scarcity that was fed to them in whispers from above.
What was even more annoying to the super rich was that the rabble were sharing information too quickly and rapidly and while the super rich were experts at their propaganda and using these tools themselves the masses were getting very good at it too. They were educating themselves too quickly, so quickly that they were managing the system better to change it which had to be stopped.
At one of their meetings the super rich decided they had enough and they drew straws to see who would be the first to initiate the next manoeuvre. They had agreed that whoever had the most casualties would be compensated by a quicker economic recovery and the people would never guess they managed it all, all the time, every time. They did a few trial runs but they didn't get the result they wanted so the trials were pulled and ended nearly as suddenly as they began, until the perfect formula was found.
They had been working on it a long time, testing and retesting the many mutations of their living weapon until they got the perfect formula that would kill off the majority of the nuisance people, the elderly, the sick, certain ethnic groups who were beginning to manoeuvre and stand up for all the wrongs done to them in the past, refugees, people in warzones, homeless, migrants.
The living weapon had to be easily killed and contained so that the super rich would not be effected, or if they were they could be cured quite quickly. They all had everything they needed ready if and when that time would come. They may have some casualties but that was a risk they were willing to take in this gamble, this game, everything is a game in the end with the odds most definitely in their favour. Most of their casualties would be those who thought they were in their group but really weren't, they were just climbers on the ladder.
So, conveniently, normal soap and water prevented it from spreading as did isolation. No one would believe it was created purposely because it could be so easily fought off if you had the means, wherewithal, a home to live in and clean, running water. Millions died and all was right with the world of the super rich again.
The End .. until the next time.
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction any resemblance to actual situations is purely coincidental.
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