aengus

Prayer to Aengus Óg for the Queer Community’s Protection

Aengus Óg, the Son of Youth,
Hear my prayer today.
You who is quick-tongued,
You who is cunning,
You who is called a god of love,
Hear my prayer today.
Come to the aid of the queer community,
Protect us with your wits and tricks,
Protect us with your love and care,
Protect us as you tried to protect your foster child.
Aengus Óg, Chosen-One the Young Son,
Hear my prayer today and always.
Blessings upon blessings from me to you.

Celtic Deities: Óengus/Aengus

Óengus is a God of Love, Youth and Poetic Inspiration. He is the son of The Dagda and Boann, and was said to live at Brú na Bóinne.

Óengus’ father, The Dagda, had an affair with Boann, the river Goddess who was the wife of Nechtan. To disguise Boann’s pregnancy, The Dagda stilled the Sun for 9 months so that Óengus was conceived, gestated and born in one day.
Midir became Óengus’ foster father.

  • Abode(s): Brú na Bóinne.

  • Weapons: Moralltach, Beagalltach, Gáe Buide, Gáe Derg.
  • Animals: Swans.
  • Consorts: Etain, Caer Ibormeith.
  • Parents: The Dagda & Boann  (Midir acted as a foster father).
  • Siblings: Oghma an Cermait.
  • Children: Diarmuid Ua Duibhne (foster son).

When he came of age, Óengus dispossessed The Dagda of his home, Brú na Bóinne (an area of the Boyne River Valley that contains the passage tombs Newgrange, Knowth, and Dowth). He arrived at his father’s home after The Dagda had shared out his land amongst his children, and none was left for Óengus so he asked whether he could instead dwell in Brú na Bóinne for “a day and a night”, - to this, The Dagda agreed.
Now, bear in mind that the Irish language has no indefinite article, so “a day and a night” is equal to “day and night”, which covers all time, therefore enabling Óengus to take permanent possession of Brú na Bóinne.

Tales of Óengus:

Óengus also killed Lugh Lámhfada’s (yes, Lugh as in Lughnasadh) poet for lying about his brother, Oghma an Cermait. The poet claimed that Oghma was embroiled in an affair with one of Lugh’s wives.

In the “Tale of Two Pails”, a sidhe woman, foster daughter of Óengus, became lost and wound up in the company of St. Patrick where she was then converted to Christianity. Unable to win her back, Óengus left and eventually, consumed by grief, she died.

Óengus fell in love with a girl who appeared in his dreams. His mother, Boann, Goddess of the river Boyne and a cow Goddess who’s milk formed the Milky Way (known as Bealach na Bó Finne, - the White Cow’s Way - in Irish), searched the whole of Ireland for a year. The Dadga did the same. It was the King, Bodb Dearg who finally found the girl after a further year of searching.

Óengus travelled to the lake of the Dragon’s Mouth and there he found 150 girls chained in pairs. Among them was his girl, Caer Ibormeith. Caer and the others would take on the form of swans for 1 whole year, every second Samhain. Óengus was told that if he could identify Caer in swan form, he could have her hand in marriage. Instead, he turned himself into a swan and the pair flew away, singing a beautiful song that would put all who listened to sleep for 3 days and 3 nights.

He owned a sword named Moralltach, the Great Fury, given to him by Manannan mac Lir. This, he gave to his foster son, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, along with another sword named Beagalltach, the Little Fury. He also gave him two spears of great power: Gáe Buide and Gáe Derg.  When the young man died, Óengus took his body back to Brú na Bóinne where he breathed life into it whenever he wished to speak to Diarmuid. 

In other legends, Óengus was able to repair broken bodies and return life to them.

Celtic Deities Series [2/101]

give me more modern gaelic polytheism

brigid, the slam poet, working woman, and community medic. the firebrand who does it all.

the morrígan, watching, waiting. striking down corrupt rulers where they stand. rallying protestors in the streets.

manannán mac lir, wanderer who blesses those kind enough to spare a dollar. who blesses the fringes of society. who keeps us afloat in dark times.

the dagda, ladling soup from a cauldron that never runs dry- giving out water bottles in sweltering summer heat, and warm blankets to fend off winter’s chill.

aengus óg, blessing lovers’ bonds the world over. in brightly lit pride parades and midnight alleyways alike.

the tuatha dé danann have always been hard to grasp: we see them not always in the epics but in the turn of the earth. in land, sea, and sky.

they might not be all-present, but they have always been here.

Aengus

Aengus is a Fairy from Irish mythology who is counted as one of the great Tuatha de Danann and is a member of the Sidhe. He has four birds flying above his head which take the shape of an ‘x’. These birds symbolize kisses from his great love. It is this image that the ‘xxxx’ s at the end of a lover‘s letter come from. He had a more darker side thougha and he killed the poet, Lugh Lamfada for lying about his brother Ogmaan Cermait about having an affair. He also killed Midir and later was killed by his own step-father Alcmar for doing so.

Aengus Og

In Irish mythology, Óengus (Old Irish), Áengus (Middle Irish), Aengus or Aonghus (Modern Irish) is a member of the Tuatha Dé Danann and probably a god of love, youth and poetic inspiration. He was said to have four birds symbolizing kisses flying about his head (whence, it is believed, the xxxx’s symbolizing kisses at the end of lovers’ letters come from).
He is also called Aengus Óg (“Aengus the young”), Mac ind Óg (“son of the young”), Mac Óg (“young son”) or Maccan. [wiki]

We also find him in Scottish Mythology as Angus mac Og.

In Irish mythology, Caer Ibormeith was a daughter of Prince Ethal Anbuail of Sid Uamuin in Connacht. Every alternate Samhain she would change into a swan, in which form she would remain for a year before becoming human again the following Samhain. She eventually married Aengus of the Tuatha de Dannan, but first he had to pick her out, in swan form, from a group of one hundred and fifty other swans at Loch Bel Dragon (Now Lough Muskry in the Galtees.) Having chosen correctly, he turned into a swan himself and they flew away, to the fortress of the River Boyne at Drogheda, singing beautiful music that put all its listeners asleep for three days and nights. With Aengus, Caer was the foster-mother of Diarmuid.

§ illustration: Caer comes to Aengus by Night by Ted Nasmith

The Song of the Wandering Aengus
I went out to the hazel wood,   
Because a fire was in my head,   
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,   
And hooked a berry to a thread;   
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,   
I dropped the berry in a stream   
And caught a little silver trout.   
   
When I had laid it on the floor   
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,   
And someone called me by my name:   
It had become a glimmering girl   
With apple blossom in her hair   
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.   
   
Though I am old with wandering   
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,   
I will find out where she has gone,   
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,   
And pluck till time and times are done,   
The silver apples of the moon,   
The golden apples of the sun.

-W. B. Yeats, The Wind Among the Reeds

Spirituality challenge
40 Days of Spirituality Challenge: Day 2

2. A myth or story from folklore. 

Oenghus and the swan.

     Oenghus is the son of the Dagda and Boann. He had a reoccurring every night of this beautiful maiden named Caer, who appeared in the form of a swan. He was so in love with this dream girl that he grew very ill. Try as his parents might, they couldn’t find out who this beautiful girl was. Finally, a friend of his discovered her and found out that she and her sisters were mortals who were under an enchanted spell. She and her 149 sisters were transformed into swans every Samhain, and remained swans until Beltane.

     He arrived to find her, but instead found her and her sisters in their swan form, all with silver chains round their necks. Try as he might, he couldn’t pick her out from her other sisters. He then turned himself into a swan, and immediately found his love. They flew away together, and sang a song that was so beautiful, it lulled all of the land to sleep for three days and three nights.

lol ^ swans.

Love Song That You Will Not Like - Probably Won’t Read

Like a shrugging boy-singer from a post-punk band,

You stand and assess the camera, the viewer, me.

You find me out, discover my doubting desires in your

Regular female gaze. I am queerer for seeing you,
And you are almost amused by my stammering admiration.

You are like woodland, like craft, like folk music, like

Spinach and broccoli, like dreaming of a farm in autumn,

Like spoons that ring against cups and saucers, like health,

Like the dusk, like rusky biscuits, like strumming guitars – roughly.

How can I speak to you, except in a nervous whisper, a hoarse

Catching stutter, a cough of words not easy to discern?

Burn my past of letters and diaries and forged coupons and

Learn me how to unlearn this haggish state. Break my resolve

With you singer’s stare and dare-inflicting poise. Oi my heart.

To Aengus

I call to Aengus, fair-faced son of the Dagda,
son of deep-hearted Boann who knows the flow
of feeling, Aengus the young, Aengus the clever,
full-hearted god, child of love. Well you know the might
of words, you who slew the bard Abhean for his lies,
you who grant the sweetest speech to lovers and poets.
Well you know the worth of love, O seeker
of the swan maid; well you know the need of battle,
O bearer of Great Fury; Aengus Og were you called,
for the bloom of youth is ever upon you.
Dreamer of dreams, holder of hearts, mender of bones
and bodies, Aengus, I honor your complexity.

FOR YOU CAN. <3 I told you I was going to use Aengus in my Life Drawing stuffs. Haha, thank god we actually got a guy with a decent build for me to do this. And this is homework so if it’s weird, that’s cause it was what our subject was.

UH SO MANY MISTAKES. Most obvious one is the edges along the spines; they’re supposed to go upwards and then there’s the fact that I completely forgot the lumbar vertebrae. THIS IS WHAT I GET WHEN I DON’T FINISH IN CLASS. My God.

AND GOOGLE. Omg doesn’t even have an accurate pic of the back of a coccyx so the tail is funky. I had to use this old skeleton the school keeps. Still messed up though, damn. But the anatomy is okay so I’m not too bothered by it.

A classmate told me that they look a little like flowers blooming, so I guess I can roll with that if anyone asks LOL. Supposed to look like it’s forming on the skin like rock or something… Idk.

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Daily Offerings for the Techno Polytheist:

This is my personal method for quick daily offerings. I know that there are some days where I can’t muster the strength & energy to pull off a full ritual, but I don’t want to lose my personal contact with my practice. I also know that one consistent thing in my life is my phone. So if phones can keep me in contact with people, they can also keep me in contact with my spiritual side.

First download Viridi (Android / Apple) It’s a free app that grows succulents in real time , and you care for them by watering them. It’s really cute, soothing, and low maintenance. There are things you can purchase in game, like extra pots, more plants, etc.

Here’s where the polytheism comes into play:

You can rename the different plants that you put in a pot. You also name the pot, so you can decide what you want your intent to be. I chose “Shining Ones” because I made this pot with deities in mind. I chose names according to each plant I use, whether it’s associations with color, or the specific plant in mind. Like the purple one reminds me of Aengus Og, or the aloe plant being a healing plant, so I named it Airmed, who is associated with healing herbs. Whatever feels right to you.

Rearrange the pot however you like, so if you want some plants closer or further away, it’s up to you. There are new seedlings every week, so you can always plant more.

You spritz each plant with a water bottle every few days, but don’t over water, as it can make the plant unusable. I use this opportunity to give the spritzing water as an offering to that deity. I’m literally tending my garden and taking care of the relationship between me and that deity.

There’s also an option to sing to specific plants. You select one, zoom in real close, and wait. After a few seconds, lines will appear at the bottom of the screen and music notes will appear. As long as you don’t touch the screen, you’re “singing” to your plant. I use this to meditate a little on the deity and my connection to them, or simply to just honor them a little extra with music.

The plants grow with you as you tend to them. There are a ton of different varieties to suit your aesthetic, and it even comes with a little snail friend that you can keep on the rim of your pot and name. My snail is named Garanus Crane, because he is my lil Gatekeeper.

I really recommend this for low spoon days, or even to folks who are just on the move a lot. It’s quick, adorable, and as meaningful as you make it.

Prayer to Lugh for Obtaining a Home

Lugh, I come to ask you for guidance.
I desire a home.
May it be a safe home,
May it be an affordable home,
May it be a suitable home
For myself, friends, and family.
I come to ask you for guidance,
and as you guided Aengus,
may you guide me.
Through trick or cunning,
Through wisdom or know-how,
Through trade or craftsmanship,
I desire a home that I rightfully deserve.
Guide me to that desire,
and blessings upon blessings from me to you.

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The Pursuit of Diarmuid and Gráinne (Tóraíocht Dhiarmada agus Gráinne) is one of the most important and popular legends in Irish mythology. It is a part of the Fenian Cycle, which is a body of stories associated with the mythical Irish hero Fionn mac Cumhaill and his warriors, the Fianna. According to the legend, Gráinne is a beautiful princess, the daughter of the High King Cormac mac Airt. Ageing Fionn has just lost his wife Maigneis and decides that he will marry Gráinne, the worthiest of women. At their betrothal feast, she is distressed to find that Fionn is older than her husband, and instead falls in love with the warrior Diarmuid (some versions say this was because Diarmuid had a birthmark on his shoulder that made him irresistible). She slips a sleeping potion to all the guests and tells Diarmuid to take her away. At first he refuses, out of loyalty to his lord Fionn, but after Gráinne threatens him with geasa (curses), he relents. They hide in a forest across the River Shannon, as an enraged Fionn sends out all his forces in pursuit. Diarmuid and Gráinne evade capture several times, with the help of some of Diarmuid’s friends in the Fianna and his foster father, the Irish love god Aengus, who conceals Gráinne in his cloak of invisibility while Diarmuid leaps over the pursuers heads. 
According to the many variants of the legend, Diarmuid and Gráinne travel to all number of places in Ireland and Scotland. At first, Diarmuid refuses to sleep with his lady out of respect for Fionn, and she teases him that the water that has splashed up her leg is more adventurous than he is. In one episode, a newly pregnant Gráinne is craving rowan berries which are guarded by the one-eyed giant Searbhán, whom Diarmuid must fight.
After all their adventures, Diarmuid’s foster father Aengus reconciles the couple to Fionn, and they are allowed to settle in Keshcorran, County Sligo, where they have five children. Eventually Fionn organizes a boar hunt in which Diamuid participates, despite a prediction that he will be killed by the boar. Indeed, the creature mortally wounds him, though he delivers it a fatal blow. Fionn has the power to save Diarmuid simply by letting the dying man drink water from his hands, but he lets the water slip through his fingers twice. It is only after his grandson, Oscar, threatens him with violence that he goes to the well for more water. When he returns, Diarmuid has already died.
Accounts differ as to what happened to Gráinne after her husband’s death. Aengus takes Diarmuid’s body home to be buried by his family. Some say that Gráinne swears her children to avenge their father’s death upon Fionn, while others say she simply grieves until she dies. In some accounts, she reconciles with Fionn and his children and even goes so far as to marry him at last. 

This is Fiona, the bastard daughter of Aengus. She tries her best to survive with her grandmother, farming and hunting by their cabin on the hills of Hearthen. Because women in Hearthen are not allowed to hunt, she cannot legally sell anything she catches, and therefore she makes a living serving people at an inn instead. She despises the job, and one day hopes to buy a house somewhere away from others, so she can live her life in peace.