The Master of Metamorphosis

The Master of Metamorphosis

by Morgana Moonfire

When I last astral travelled during the New Moon, I had the honour of finally meeting Cerridwen for the first time.

I woke up in the usual clearing in the woods. It was night and the sky was being strangled by clouds. Rain drops were streaking the sky and flattening my light, purple dress against my skin. I was bare feet and shivering. In the shadows of the trees, a wolf was staring at me, its gaze glowing like embers in the obscure black of night and its outline scarcely discernible. I was frightened, but the wolf did not stir. Eventually, attempting to ignore its eyes which seemed to drift like two fireflies between the shadows, I tentatively began to move my feet over the soggy grass and the slick, jagged pebbles. Not so far away I stumbled on slippery stone steps that led underground and I knew I had to descend. The tunnel was filled with murky, ice cold water. Nevertheless I took a deep breath, paid no heed to the icy tongues that slyly licked my feet and descended the steps until the cold enveloped me in a petrifying embrace. I waited. After a while I felt the strong grip of sturdy arms around my motionless body. Someone pulled me out and dragged me unto the flat stone which appeared to be the floor of a dimly lit cave. An enormous cauldron hurled its shadow over my dripping hair which clung to my face like seaweed to the rocks. Cerridwen smiled. Her face changed continually from that of a hag, to different
animals, to a middle aged woman with extremely thick, frizzy white hair bound together in a bushy tail. I scrambled to my feet and accepted a furry cloak to warm my trembling body. In order to speak with her I had to give her a gift, so I gave her the turquentine necklace I was wearing. She then beckoned me and instructed me to stare into her cauldron. Faintly skeptical and unsure of what I would see, I obeyed. The water in the cauldron turned into a whirlpool and sucked me in. When the world stopped spinning I stood in the middle of the woods: it was day and a person I had wanted to see stood beside me.

All in all, what surprised me the most is that Cerridwen did not come across as a daunting, intimidating character. She rather came across as an older friend in possession of wisdom that has been gained through the years and with a mocking sense of humour. The Morrighan to me always appears more like a mother figure, Branwen is the tender, considerate one and Rhiannon is more aloof. It is interesting to see how every goddess has their own personality and how this colours your dealings with them.

3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Lucy Goose
    Sep 16, 2010 @ 08:32:42

    It’s really interesting how her face kept changing, as if she wasn’t sure which form she wanted to take; so she took them all in turn. All of creation was She, it in her and she in it. ..that’s just what pops into my mind, I could be wrong..

    She is a very wise, caring and healing Being, that much I can gather although I’m not familiar with her or her powers/aspects/characteristics.


  2. Funky Chicken
    Sep 16, 2010 @ 08:43:39

    Cerridwen is also a symbol for transformation. In the Welsh mythology, a student in charge of stirring her cauldron accidentically takes in a drop of its contents and acquires all the wisdom which was intended for her son. So he flees and with his newly begotten knowledge he transforms into an animal. Cerridwen of course is furious and chases him, every time transforming into the animal which hunts the prey that her student transforms into. Her student finally transforms into a grain of corn and is eaten by Cerridwen, who has transformed into a hen. She gets pregnant and gives birth to Taliesin. It was her intention to kill him, but his beauty appeased her and she threw him in the ocean.
    In my opinion, this is why her face kept on changing. When I see the Morrighan her face also changes from a maiden to a crone, because she is a Triple Goddes


    • Lucy Goose
      Sep 17, 2010 @ 10:46:54

      That’s a very interesting mythology. What happened to Taliesin after he was cast into the ocean? (I’m curious now XD) I mean, does the student’s essence live on in Taliesin, the fruit of Cerridwen’s body?


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