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The Morrigan is the first
deity to ever call to me -- all the way back when
I was about nine or ten years old. My mother had,
for a short time, gotten into Wicca and from
that, I had learned about The Lord and The Lady,
though most of my prayers simply went to
"The Goddess". I was often a scared and
lonely child, fighting battles against demons
that I neither understood nor could I name.
Depression found me at a very young age, most
people don't have their first suicide attempt at
ten
But I
offered my fear, my pain and my tears up to
"The Goddess" regularly, and I always
felt her listening in a way that I never
felt the Christian God listening to me. I could
feel her like a warm presence in my chest. She
was always there for me.
When I
came back to paganism and witchcraft in my early
twenties, I came back to the Morrigan. I don't
think she ever left, I think she was still with
me -- knowing that someday I'd see through the
lies my mother fed me and find my way back.
Hail to thee, O
Morrigan!
Walk with me on this day,
Lead me across the battlefield,
Guide me through the flame,
Through the smoke and chaos of war,
I raise my voice to shout your name!
Hail to thee, O Morrigan!
May I meet my death with honor,
May you carry me from the field,
Grant me your strength to raise my sword,
Grant me your resilience to lift my shield.
Hail to the, O Morrigan!
My commander, my general, my Queen.
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