—in dreams begins responsibility. Old Play
In the days of old in Eire (Ireland) men and fairyfolk inhabited the same earthly plane. A god of love, Angus Og was of beautiful appearance, a tall, red-haired handsome warrior king; four birds representing his kisses always hovered over his head. His kingdom was in Brugh a Boinne at New Grange by the river Boyne. One day he gravely insulted the Mórrigan or Cailleach (who was in her womanly form (Badbh)-sometimes this triple goddess appeared as a crow or an old hag think the idea of witches came from stories of her. She was the wife of Lugh, the sun god of arts and crafts).
Down by the stream, she put a dream curse upon him and gave him some cryptic advice. (Advice from the Callleach was always riddled with danger: she never lied, but her words always held trickery).
In a dream he fell sick in love for a maiden, Càer Ibormeith, daughter of Ethal Anubhail of the De Danaan of Connacht. He went out to find her (after barely winning a huge battle with her father who was helped by the Cailleach-the battle and its treachery takes up most of the story . . .) but Caer Ibormeith lived in the shape of a swan, and on the Feast of Samhain* (Oct. 31) she would be found with 150 other swans on Loch Bel Dragon. If he could identify her and she liked him (but she had vowed to forever despise the man who destroyed her father's kingdom), then, and only then he could marry her. She had a change of heart, and they did marry despite the Cailleach's curse.
*Samhain Feis na Samhna (named after a primary god) began on the eve of Oct. 31 and ended on Nov. 1) marked the end of the pastoral year and the beginning of the new year. The Celtic New Year was an intensely spiritual time, the only period when the Otherworld became visible to mankind and when spiritual forces were let loose on the human world. Gods, fairies and the dead could visit our world and we could visit their world. In Celtic countries all hearth fires were extinguished and could only be relit from a ceremonial fire lit by the druids. (Our calendar's shifted a little, Nov. 4 is now the real date for Samhain).
Christianity later made this festival into a harvest festival called St. Martin's Mass (Martinmas), All Saints, or All Hallows Day; the evening before was called Halloween- when spirits, witches and ghosts could wander and wreak mischief on the world. In Ireland my grandmother said Jack-o-lanterns were carved from large turnips (pumpkins are from the New World) and placed in every window. Evergreen plants trimmed each window holly, ivy, mistletoe). Kids dressed up in rags with masks and carried lit turnips, noisemakers and bull-roarers on long sticks made from pig's bladders to scare away the evil spirits, knocking on doors, saying the familiar Trick or Treat. If they did a good trick (sang a song, told a joke, recited a poem, or danced), & entertained the master and mistress of the house, they were then rewarded with coins and food- it was the end of the harvest season. No trick? well, no treat either!
THE SONG OF 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,
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 aflame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossoms 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.
William Butler Yeats
THE WIND AMONG THE REEDS (1899)
