Musings of a Hereditary Witch

My Celtic Side

My paternal grandmother was of Irish and Scott’s descent; whereas my paternal grandfather was of Welsh and English descent. I never had the pleasure of knowing my grandfather as he passed before I was born. From what my mother has told me of him, I think I would have liked him. I have never heard my father speak of him. As for my grandmother, she was fair, freckled, with red hair and other than her Irish maiden name, was very much removed from her Irish/Scott’s roots.

I was around the age of 4 when the Celtic Gods appeared in my life. The first was Arianrhod. A stately woman with pale skin, long dark hair, and dressed in shifting colors of light. She looked serious and stern but when she smiled, I could feel her light filling my heart with joy. We’d meet on full moon nights, whispering, telling stories and giggling in the dark. Others were soon to follow and have been with me ever since.

Since my father’s side no longer had any ties to their ancestral heritage, I pretty much had to learn from the gods themselves and on my own.  Over the decades, the actual study of Celtic myth, legend, history, cultural identity and heritage was, I have to admit, sporadic.

In 1996 I met a Druidess, whom eventually became like a sister to me. She helped me focus my studies and research in Celtic Spirituality, history, myth and legend, something I continue to do to this day. We had deep discussions and shared lots of laughs. I was often invited to participate in the rituals of the Awen- Cali Grove.

I do not blend my family path with my Celtic path. I feel to do so would dishonor both paths. However, in my studies of Celtic spiritual practices, I have found some vary minute elements mirrored in my family path. I feel that because of my family path I was open to receiving the gods of my paternal ancestry into my life.

What are some of the things I have I learned from the Celtic Gods? First, they are as real as you and I. Second, they are not the same gods as in any other culture; i.e. Greek, Egyptian, et al. They are not archetypes (which is a whole discussion no one wants to have with me). They are not stagnant; they have interests outside of their legends.  Gwydion, for example, has interests in Feng Shui. Brighid prefers yellow over red. The Daghdha loves green M & M’s. They all seem to love central heating.

Cerridwen took up residence here at the beginning of the year and I am embracing the transformation and magic that comes to me. I knew eight months ago that this was going to be a transformative year and so far it has been. I also know that next year will be even bigger than this year. I look forward to it all.

In my worship, which I define as: establishing a working rapport with my Celtic God family, which is to hold actual two way conversation with them.  Being that they are of a warrior race, I am expected to meet them with head held high, no groveling or placating. They enjoy poetry, music, jokes and pub songs. Out of respect, I have learned some Cymraeg and Gaelic to use in devotions and rituals. Offerings of whisky, mead, and vanilla rum are very acceptable.

I can’t imagine not having the gods of my Celtic ancestry in my life. They have seen me though the good and bad times. They have always been here for me, sometimes as a shoulder to cry on and others as a 2 by 4 to the head when I’m being stubborn. So, I lift my glass and toast my gods. Disglair Bendithiau! Tuatha De Danann a Teulu O Dôn.