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HIST & MYTH: A Collection of Irish Deities

Post 234. Written by Ben Kesp. 
Today, I want to share with you the posts that I have written so far on the Irish Deities. There are many gods/goddesses of old, some more important than others, and a few that have transcended from the old customs and have found themselves filtered through the cross over to Christianity. 

However, there is one major goddess whom I have not written about as I feel I would not do her justice due to her complexity and that is the Morrígan. From researching and studying what I can on Irish mythology, it could appear that the Morrígan is an older or origin deity than the Tuatha Dé Danann and a possible Sovereign Goddess of Ireland. Perhaps she is the same as the Cailleach Bhéara or the Hag of Beare, an old crone worshipped and long associated with the landscape. Comparisons have been drawn between her and the Irish Goddess Morrígan (War, Death & Rebirth) - perhaps they all encompass each other, shape shifting as the yearly seasons move over the landscap…
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LITERATURE: The Unknown Her

Post 233 Written by Tevin Ponder
The Unknown Herby Tevin Ponder 
When I slept outside the library,  My love was gone, cold, weary  During the day I met several sallies  That didn’t compare to my old companion’s  Depths, not valley’s Her guard was a cliff that blocked my steam,  Like The Hakuma Pali  She thought I was lost my clothes needed wash our trust died away,  Do things for myself,  When it was us-we-were someone else,  The unknown her, I couldn’t see until that phone call, miserably  What if she, never ever felt the same as me.  “Couples we were”  You were someone  I was someone you got distant  I got further  You were cool  I was hot  You could’ve been  I should’ve been; but we  Are no longer.

About the Author Hello there bloggers and readers! My name is T. Ponder. I’m an Independent Author and personally, I love to play the game of Chess. One day while simply playing Chess with a friend, I noticed the most complex patterns. Then, I decided to Write. 
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HIST & MYTH: Bunratty Castle - An Irish Fortress

Post 232. Written by Ben Kesp. 
If the ground around the castle of Bunratty, Co. Clare, Ireland could talk, it would have such tales of epic battles, bloodshed and woes, having witnessed such events throughout its turbulent history. Today you can freely wander the castle and its winding stair cases, discovering the castle rooms. Sit in the king’s or queen’s chair overlooking the great hall as the ruling couples once had done, being entertained by minstrels dancing around a large open fire. 

Not only is the castle a magnificent feature, but attached is the Bunratty Folk Park that showcases the lifestyle and buildings of the Irish countryside throughout the 19th and 20th centuries. Explore the houses, eat some freshly made homemade brown bread, ramble in the walled garden or enjoy the red deer among many other sights in this informative park that transports you to a time in the past.
But what about the rich history of Bunratty which dates back to the Vikings? The first motte and bailey …

LITERATURE: The Good Night Kiss

Post 231 
The Good Night Kiss  Written byJohanna O’Mahony

The old man sits on the big leather armchair Sunken small shrivelled No longer unaided can function Angst and fear shine in his eyes
The colossus that worked from dawn to dusk Shovelled stone by day Piked hay by the evening light No longer strong in body But strong in mind Humour always his ally and love always his strength
I see the younger man Sitting on the sugan chair Waiting on the goodnight kiss Arms wrapped tight around his neck
Grandchildren now play at his feet A reminder of times gone before They await his kiss goodnight Not knowing there will be no more
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About the Author Johanna is a wise soul who explores the creative art of poetry – an inner release of thoughts, emotions and words. 
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Post 230 
Guest Post, written by Johnny Abraham The Blue Man 

I don’t want to sound crazy, that’s why I never talk about the time I saw the blue man, but I feel his story should be told. I will do my best, at any rate, to tell you what I perceived, thought and felt when I saw him there in the woods, clothed in an old tailored suit and surrounded by an orb of blue.
My parents used to live in rural West Virginia, in a house surrounded by woods. There I had seen rattlesnakes basking on sunlit rocks jetting out of the dark soil into the hilly, rugged woods. I had walked up on black bears bigger than me, had heard coyotes yelping. There was a spring-fed creek about a hundred yards back behind the house, down into the woods, where I would go to soothe my soul. There were boulders and caves, and I would go up to them to ponder.
It was on one of those walks which I saw a man, approaching from the ridge to my left, tracing a path through the woods down towards the creek on my right, which I assu…

HIST & MYTH: Lugh - God of Many Roles

Post 229. Written by Ben Kesp. 

Lugh is certainly a powerful deity in Irish mythology and has earned his name as the god of skill, talent and later became known more as the God of Light or Solar God similar to the Greco-Roman God Apollo. Storm God is another of his roles and it’s often mentioned in Ireland in County Mayo that during a thunder storm, Lugh and his grandfather Balor are battling in the skies overhead. 
The tale of his birth tells us that his mother Ethlinn was imprisoned in a tower on Tory Island off the north coast of Ireland by her father Balor, ruler of the mighty Fomorians, a race of giants and enemies to the Tuatha Dé Danann (Irish Gods). His reasons for doing this act was so that his daughter would never lay eyes on a man, as Balor feared a druid's prophesy that one day his grandson would kill him. However Cian, the son of Dian Cécht, God of Healingand Health of the Danann, heard of the trapped princess, and with the help of Biróg, a fairy woman, she transports …

CULTURE: Tarragona's Roman Amphitheatre

Post 228. Written by Ben Kesp. 

Located in Tarragona, the beautiful old port city in the northeast of Spain or Tarraco as it was formally known during the Roman period, sits a Roman amphitheatre. The oval shaped amphitheatre was constructed in the 2nd century and could accommodate up to 15,000 spectators in addition to its position offering magnificent views overlooking the Mediterranean Sea
But the history of the amphitheatre was not only for sport. During the persecution of Christians in 2nd/3rd centuries, the Emperor Valerian had the city’s bishop, Fructuosus and his two deacons burned alive within the grounds of the site. 
Unusual for a site like this, you can also find the remains of a 6th century Visigoth Basilica, built following the rise of Christianity when the site was left abandoned. The site was abandoned again following the Islamic invasion of Spain until the 12th century which followed with the construction of the mediaeval Santa Maria del Miracle or Our Lady of Miracl…