People who know Celtic Mythology will have no doubt heard of Morrighan, the Irish goddess of death and war. She helped the Tuatha De Danann at both battles of Magh Tuireadh, though she really did not *belong* to a side. She chose her favorite at each battle. Typically she is associated and sometimes mistaken for other war deities such as Macha, Badb, and Nemain. Her favorite forms were the raven and crow, and she often soared overhead, shrieking and flapping her wings to frighten a being or to signify imminent death.
The question I would like to pose here would have to be:
Is Morrighan really as ruthless as she is made out to be?
Everyone thought I was mistaken, or delusional when I had a very vivid dream of Morrighan. I was running barefoot through the snow in tattered clothes, and she was chasing me, running swiftly while surrounded by her hounds. I paused as she raised a bow and arrow and pointed it at me, because I knew at that moment there was nothing I could do. But as I stood frozen in place, I looked into her eyes and loved her. Loved her just as I knew she was certain to kill me. Her eyes softened, she lowered her bow without a word and continued past me to kill something or someone else.
The question I would like to pose here would have to be:
Is Morrighan really as ruthless as she is made out to be?
Everyone thought I was mistaken, or delusional when I had a very vivid dream of Morrighan. I was running barefoot through the snow in tattered clothes, and she was chasing me, running swiftly while surrounded by her hounds. I paused as she raised a bow and arrow and pointed it at me, because I knew at that moment there was nothing I could do. But as I stood frozen in place, I looked into her eyes and loved her. Loved her just as I knew she was certain to kill me. Her eyes softened, she lowered her bow without a word and continued past me to kill something or someone else.