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Celtic Spirit-Fire: An Adventurous Journey Into The Sacred World

Author: Michael J. McCoy
Published: 5/5/2008 6:11:09 PM
Pages: 436
Keywords: Adventure,Celtic,Irish Mythology,Prayers and Incantations,Spirituality,Warrior's Truth
Audience Level: Everyone
Genres: Body, Mind & Spirit / SupernaturalReligion / SpiritualityFiction / Action & Adventure
FormatSKU/ISBNYour Price 
6x9 Paperback 9781604811155$23.55
About the Book

Alarmed by the direction of their descendants throughout the world, the ancient Goddesses and Gods of Celtic lands are summoning prophetic voices to remind the people of their own divinity, and the interconnectedness of everything and everyone.  Secure in their smug complacency, confident they had wiped out the indigenous spirituality, the church is unaware that the secret fraternity of artisans and smiths had preserved the memory of the old way.  Now they have come out of hiding and are promulgating the ancient symbols and insights.  Amidst accusations from the church of blasphemy and heresy, the old fires have been rekindled.  And, as the Irish people are finally told the truth, that it was the church who sold them into eight hundred years of slavery to the British Empire, many are returning to the primal spirit path of their ancestors.  Throughout the land, and across the globe, there are rumors of midnight fires burning deep within the forests, around which it is said the ancient Fianna, Warrior Bands, have been reborn.

“Celtic Spirit-Fire transforms the ordinary into miraculous adventure, revealing the sacredness of all things.  And, for those so inclined, it is an introduction to the mystery of spirit, and a kind of ‘tool kit’ for beginning to practice truly Celtic spirituality.”

"…Celtic Spirit-Fire . . . is a unique text combining mythology, spiritual auto-biography, ritual, and ancestral wisdom that the Celtic Polytheist (and certainly more!) will no doubt find inspirational and entertaining. A beautiful tribute from and to the Warrior's Truth.”

-- Tomás Flannabhra, Uachtaran, An Chuallacht Ghaol Naofa

“… The spirit of the mythmakers of Ireland, and of Celtic cultures in general, is alive in every word of this book … I recommend this book unreservedly …” 

--Phillip A. Bernhardt-House, Ph.D., Academic Celticist, Medievalist


Preface --

          The first use of Celtic motifs in my glass art resulted in a beautiful fused piece.  It named itself; or rather she named herself, “Celtic Spirit-Fire.”  I began writing this book with the same awareness as when making that piece of art glass—it poured through me from somewhere else, carrying me along, and giving birth to her.  In very real ways Celtic Spirit-Fire gave birth to this book.

          Those who know me may possibly see here parts of my own journey and spiritual quest.  If so, it is only because that is true.  I have written this as a novel, an adventure, but in many aspects it reflects portions of my own story.

          Since childhood I have been in quest of the Grail.  It began when I was given my first sword and heard stories of highland warriors.  For many years following, I assumed my quest was as defined by the church.  What else could compare to it?  But as an adult (and faced with what I call “reorienting events” forced upon me by others, some accidents, and, to a lesser degree, by a handful of intuitive leaps on my part), I was literally forced to reconsider all that I held true.  These events proved so traumatic as to leave me bereft of everything I had before believed, thought I believed, or wanted to believe.

          So now my quest led me into the path of my ancient ancestors, to the very Celts who not only gave birth to Arthur and the Grail, but who also lived that quest.  My quest now would lead across oceans, continents, and history.  It had been my own mother who taught me as a child how to sense the spirit of a forest, so I went to listen to the trees—again.  Quite literally, I went home to the land of my ancestors.  What I discovered there, the shards of ancient spirituality saved not only my life, but also gave me back my soul.

          There are three primary reasons I’ve written this book: 1) to set out clearly for myself what is “my own truth” at this stage in my journey, 2) to share with others what insights I’ve gained, which hopefully will be helpful in their journey, and 3) for those so inclined, as an introduction to the mystery of spirit, and a kind of “tool kit” for beginning to practice truly Celtic spirituality.  In all, I desire that it is a fitting “thank you” to the people of Ireland, who gave back to me everything that is the most meaningful to my life.  Throughout the writing of it, I have repeatedly asked myself one question: “What legend will my life be?”

          I have chosen to tell parts of my quest here in a very Celtic manner (or at least a very Irish-Celtic manner), by weaving it into a story of adventure filled with symbolic imagery.  And I’ve taken considerable liberties with names, locations, sequences, and conversations.  Though the “Tramore war” is symbolic of the type of heartbreak it describes (and Tramore is a lovely town on the coast), the historical events cited throughout the book are real history.  Certainly the other cities and towns referred to actually exist in Ireland, even if I relocated events from elsewhere to them.  The myths and spirituality portrayed are in faithful keeping with the ways of our ancestors.  The church successfully obliterated any trace of a truly Celtic cosmology of first things, so the story of “Origins” included here is my creative attempt to be consistent with what is known.  If this is not the one that was told, then it could have been.  Maybe, in fact, there were many—that would be typically Celtic.

          When partly finished writing, I suddenly realized that I’d lapsed into the use of Hiberno-English for much of it.  I considered editing it into a more general English usage, but decided it was required for the tale.  If I appear to favour Cork usages and slang, it is only because I count it my home even if I am a blow-in (although, Galway is my second favorite city).  For the over sixty-four million diaspora of Irish descent scattered across the planet, I’ve included at the back of the book some definitions for words they may have lost track of.  Come to think of it, that might be helpful to other people as well.

          One last thing: the characters around which this adventure is framed are allegorical, though some actually exist by other names.  Some are young and others older representations of my own journey at various stages of my life.  I began this adventure as a young man, and now I am old.  When I started the journey I believed myself to be mortal.  Now I know that I was wrong.  The way of my ancestors showed me I was immortal.  All my life I’ve quested the Grail.  Only now, as I enter the winter of my life, I’ve come to know the Grail which I sought is in fact the crucible of my own being, and the sacred elixir to fill it is that very life force which caused the first stars to blink into existence.

          It is the way of it.




About the Author

Michael J. McCoy (“Mick”) comes from a family of artists, and cannot remember a time when art was not a vital part of his life.  His life, however, has been anything but “ivory tower.”  Over his many years he has successfully entered a number of fields.

            He has owned his own printing business, been general operations officer of a bank, then an applied information management consultant, seminar instructor, and software development consultant.  He also was many years a Christian clergyman, and an advocate and counselor for adult survivors of childhood sexual abuse and violence.

            About fifteen years ago, exhausted, disillusioned and seriously ill, Mick returned to the ancestral homeland of his heritage, Ireland, and made preparations to be buried there.  Instead of dieing, he discovered what he calls the “shards” of ancient, pre-Christian Celtic spirituality.  For the next several years he researched material by recognized Irish, Welsh, and Scottish scholars in Celtic studies.  He jettisoned Christianity, and adopted the Gaelic Polytheism of his ancient ancestors. His own words are that it not only saved his life, but also gave him back his soul as well.  For the last several years Mick has spent part of his time in County Cork, and partly in America.

            He continues to do his glass art, but has also begun to write about pre-Christian Gaelic Spirituality and the “Warrior’s Truth” of the ancient Irish Fianna, i.e. “warrior bands.”  Mick is an active member of “An Chuallach Ghaol Naofa,” a Gaelic Polytheistic community.  And, oh yes, he has one son about whom he brags often, “As you do.”

 

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ORIGINS

This now is the story of origins:

the origin of all things as we know it.

          It was in the before time, before the mists were divided, or before the worlds and visible and invisible natures existed, and before all things came to be as we now know them.

          It was in the before time that the Great Mother, Anu, and All-kindly Father, Dagda, ever made love upon their bed, the Great Sea of Endless Potentiality.  (Among the Celts the Mother was also known variously as Danu, Ana, Don, and Aine.  Affectionately called by us “the good-at-everything-god,” the All-kindly Father could also be called Bile and Beli Mawr.)  But in all, their love was all, and always the concord of their being.

          So it happened, having ever loved and loving yet, that the Mother fell asleep within the arms of her beloved upon their bed.  As she slept she had a great dream, and there conceived within herself.  And the Sea of Potentiality swelled up, embraced her great dream, and fell back upon itself, silent.

          Then the Mother's water broke upon their bed, the Sea of Potentiality, and spread over the face of it.  From this the beginning of the Mother's dream came into being, as the music of the Great Mother covered the Sea.  And the Sea of Potentiality swelled up, embraced her great dream, and fell back upon itself, waiting.

          Now blood from the Great Mother mingled with her waters, as she brought forth the first-begotten, the daughter of their love.  And they named her Spirit Fire, for she was brought forth of the Mother's spirit in the passion of their love.  (She would be known among us as Brigit, with fire as her symbol.)  And the Sea of Potentiality swelled up, embraced her great dream, fell back upon itself, and began to form wild waves as though of expectation.

          Beholding the birth-giving of the Great Mother, the All-kindly Father was filled with overflowing joy and burst forth into song.  So it was that the vibration of his song enveloped the Great Sea of Endless Potentiality, and light filled the Sea within, above and below, because of the undulation of his strain.  And the Sea of Potentiality swelled up, embraced the great dream of the Mother and song of the Father, and fell back upon itself in vibrating motions and currents of potency.

          Once more the Great Mother's blood mingled with her waters, and she gave birth to their second-begotten, the son of their love.  Him they named Illuminating Brightness, for he came forth upon the light of the Father's song that filled the Sea of Potentiality. (Later, he would be known among us as Lug.)  And the Sea of Potentiality swelled up, embraced again the dream of the Mother and song of the Father, as well as the water and blood, and began to writhe as though about to give birth from itself.

          Then the Divinity of Mother-Father-Daughter-Son began to sing together, a song of indescribable harmony and beauty.  Their song spread upon the Sea of Potentiality, and so it came to be that the Sea itself gave birth from the light within, above and below.  It gave birth to Materiality, but it was stillborn.  And the Sea of Potentiality swelled up, embraced its stillborn, and fell back upon itself, silent.  The Great Mother wept, and as her tears fell upon the Sea there seemed a stirring within it.

          “Wait,” cried out Illuminating Brightness, “Materiality requires warmth if it is to live like us.”  “And,” said Spirit Fire, “Materiality will require our own animating life force to live and be able to give birth as we.  I will to go and join myself to Materiality,” she continued.  And so she and Brightness plunged into the Sea and joined themselves to it.  Materiality lived, becoming divinity awakened in matter.  And the Sea of Potentiality swelled up, embraced the dream of the Mother and Song of the Father, as well as Living Materiality, and fell back upon itself in potential divine birth-giving.

          [Many marvelous truths may be deduced from these recollections to this point, but let us cite only one from sacred mathematics.  In sacred, otherworld mathematics four always equals five.] 

          The divine song, that of indescribable harmony and beauty, would later become known among the Gaels as “Ōraid Mór,” that is, the harmonious song  of the universe.  It is the divine music flowing to, through, and out from within materiality.  It is through the divine Two and by Ōraid Mór that the Sea of Potentiality participates in divine birth-giving in matter.

          So then, because of the divine matter, the Great Sea of Endless Potentiality swelled up, embracing the divinity within, and began giving birth.  From this divine music and indwelling of Spirit Fire and Illuminating Brightness, the Sea of Potentiality gave birth to all the stars, planets, galaxies, all life forms, indeed the entire cosmos.  In this way we have come to understand that all things are from the same womb.  Divinity is not separate from this earth or cosmos.  Divinity (the Great Mother and All-kindly Father and Sacred Us) is all planes of reality within the cosmos.  And so it may be seen that everything is sacred, and without duality of any kind.  In this way it is said that we are all children of the Great Mother and All-Kindly Father.

          It was by the divine birth-giving that all things became part of the living Divinity who is ever giving birth.  And every plane of materiality has its own ability to beget, giving birth to new potentiality.  Because everything, including human beings, emerged from the same womb, in very real ways we are all relatives of each other.  Human beings are related to the trees, to birds, to fish, to animals and to rocks.  So we know that we are not merely observers of a forest of trees – we are a forest of trees.

          Seeing in her dream that human beings would become enamored with Living Materiality, the waters of the Great Mother brought forth two primary, pregnant spirit-paths for them to follow, and so be reminded of their divinity: the Way of Negation, and the Way of Affirmation.  But to the Gaels, indeed to all Celts (and any who would unite with them by intention), she gave the great Third Way: the Way of Encounter, of embracing all of life head on with passion, of daring to risk love for everything.  And the focus of the third way she placed in the soil of Erin, which became the heart of the Tender Mother Earth herself.  So it is said that all else may be lost to the world, but if the heart is not lost then hope remains.  Though should the Celts fail to keep alive the Third Way, then surely the Mother's heart will be pierced, and sorrow will follow.

          Now the Great Mother raised her hands upward, spreading her fingers as the Sign of The Inviolable, and intoned her own name.  Three times she intoned, “Aaaaaaaaaaa-nu, Aaaaaaaaaaa-nu, Aaaaaaaaaa-nu,” and the otherworld and this one vibrated together as one.  From this intoning of her own name she called into being Time, the first of the great Keepers, to permeate all of  materiality.  She called it into being as a great unending, swirling, triple-spiral sea, and as sacred symbol fashioned its shape into seeds, sea shells, plants, animal horns, and even the movement of wind and waters.  To the Gaels she gave it as the most sacred symbol of all, the Triskel, so they might remember to be unafraid to live their lives with passion.  Then the Mother sang to her beloved children this song:

                  

                    “Fear not death, my little ones,

                             You are millennia when born.

                    Each day passes,

                             You grow younger.

                    By the cycles of the fair land,

                             You are renewed again.

                    Not to bother, my beloved ones,

                             You are kindred of the Gods.” 

 

          By this we came to understand that time is not, as some have said, linear at all.  It does not start at this or that point and run out at another.  Rather, it is as the very fabric of living itself, ever flowing back upon itself, a circular, unending mobility, in a perpetual opus of potentiality—renewing itself again and again by returning to the centre.   Linear time is a philosophical misconstruction of illusion, only the continuum spreading out from the centre is reality, that seamless whole.  So it may be seen that death is not a ceasing, but only as a speck of dust upon the waters of adventurous voyage into a new and wondrous renewal of life within continuous existence.

          Then the Divine Family raised their hands in unison, spread their fingers, and together breathed upon the Sea of Potentiality.  And so was brought into being the myriad of other Keepers, the great powers and energies charged with the responsibility of maintaining connectedness between all dimensions, and interrelationships within the dynamic movement of natural forces in the cosmos and every plane of materiality, whether visible or invisible natures and presences.  This was so that immaterial and material worlds could intermingle, and that asymmetry would insure creativity, total freedom of choice and the opportunities offered by chance in divine birth-giving.  In this way the Great Mother and All-kindly Father insured their offspring would desire to strive forward, and have will to action.

          Because of this intimacy between everything that exists, Celts everywhere would name the Keepers after aspects of divinity, as transfigured ideates representing the sacred inherent in the entire universe.  In everything is the divine Animating Spirit, so perception and valuing is aided through the personification of the features of landscapes, natural phenomenon, the races of birds, fish, insects, plants, and animals, together with rivers, seas, wells, sun, moon, and even winds.  In this the Divine charged us with the responsibility of rightly maintaining equilibrium through proper nurturing of it all, material and immaterial, of lovingly caring for The Tender Mother herself.

          From these origins came all the eons of human development, the great epoch adventures, achieve-ments and courageousness of the Celtic nations down to this day.  And there was much need for my craft to assist them from then to now—together with Ogma, Taliesin, Oengus, Gwydion, Finn, Oisín, innumerable druids, seers and countless others.  There I was charged by the Great Mother and All-kindly Father to ever inspire the recollection of their children for keeping the divine three-fold imperative, who said to say:

“These three bands of responsibility are placed upon you:

First, Respect yourself by finding and fulfilling

your own unique destiny, gifts and gessi.

Second, Live out your lives with passion,

and respect for all people and creatures and all things.

Third, Do not stand still.”

         

          For I, Tigernmas mac Goibnenn, am thirteen billion years old (give or take a billion or two), was there with them when the Sea of Potentiality gave birth to our world and witnessed all this.  The dust of those first stars flows in my veins.  I have lived many ‘befores.’  Or was it that I have only just now blinked into existence?
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