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.

Message from God to the World

Dear humanity.

Please stop making dramas over dramas over dramas and fix the fucking problem!!

Yours sincerely,

Creator of the Universe

Mermaid Queen

A song by Lisa Thiel which really stirred something inside of me. Enjoy!

My Lady of the Hearth

As a pagan and polytheist, I work with various Celtic deities (mostly Welsh and some Irish) according to the places I visit and pass by on my meandering journey of life. 

My home is very important to me and with regards to household deities I chose to work with Brighid. I have felt strong affinity with her since I first started to tread the Pagan path. However, I also have other reasons for wanting to have her presence fill my home. She means many things to me, most of which (if not all) are all connected to the hearth.

First of all, Brighid represents the three fires: the physical fire (smithcraft – but in this case I would rather refer to the hearth and the cooking fire), the inner fire (inspiration – which is also an important energy in my personal space) and the healing fire (in my eyes also related to the home as I am into kitchen witchcraft and healing of the members of the home). I have worked with her for quite some time now and she is a very protective deity: she protects the members of the home, especially the mother and children since she is also a deity of fertility and childbirth. I believe the mother is essential to the home; therefore this mother aspect of hers seems appropriate. Lastly, Brighid denotes change. We laugh, cry, feel anguish, bliss or despair and grow in our homes. Our home is a principal witness of our lives and it is suitable that Brighid oversees these changes. In conclusion, the home’s function is to shelter and house the members of the family and I believe that by protecting and taking care of the family, Brighid helps to bring about a blessed and peaceful home.

Gana Moonfire

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Dark Moon Circle

As a sister of the DMC, Morgana aka Funky Chicken would like to honour this wonderfully supportive circle of sisters who never hesitate to offer guidance and share their wisdom.