A Prayer to Macha

For the last several months, a good friend and I have been meeting via video chat as often as we can to discuss Morpheus Ravenna’s The Book of the Great Queen: The Many Faces of the Morrigan from Ancient Legends to Modern Devotions chapter by chapter. The book is robust, offering page after page of deeply satisfying food for thought and insightful guidance for devotional practice. This Friday night while I was sitting on the couch watching television, Macha inspired me. A supply of words rushed to my busy hands to be typed out. On Monday night, the eve of the Spring Equinox in the Northern Hemisphere, I finished a small prayer for courage in her name.

May the prayer honor Macha and bring at least some small measure of blessing to her devotees. In these brightening (in terms of season) but still difficult and dangerous times (in terms of institutionalized oppression and dehumanizing political moves) we need her blessing of courage more than ever.

Morrigan Shrine

Personal Morrigan Shrine/Altar

Along with a glass of blood red wine and the light of my bright red Morrigan candle, I give these words of supplication:

Mighty Mother, hardened by horse hooves striking,
With striving muscle, shout thunder across the Plain.
With unrelenting strength, foal and finish.

Sovereign Queen, heartened by ripe crops yielding,
With cleaving claíomh, reap the high harvest of heads.
With blood-sorcery, doom the treacherous.

Woman in birthing strife!
Raven of the raids!
Greatness of wealth!

Courage we call up from the fertile land,
Hallowed and harnessed by womb and wound.
Great Macha, we pray you grant us favor!

Macha

“Macha Curses the Men of Ulster”, Illustration by Stephen Reid (1904). Image from Wikipedia.

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2 thoughts on “A Prayer to Macha

  1. I just had a chance to read your statement on Polytheology. Nice work. I couldn’t agree with you more. I especially like this passage, describing something of your devotional experience.

    “It only gets better than that when I do heavy mystical work, like a Drawing Down. During these workings, it’s as if the Gods walk into the room, train a significant sliver of their attention on us for a significant moment, and reach out and touch us. That is one of the most powerful magical experiences possible from my experience. These are moments of ecstasy for me, complete with tears, hot radiating energy oppressing the room, shortness of breath, and the feeling that the dermal layer of my skin is on fire!!”

    I’ve felt that sort of thing as well, but the grace of your observations from the midst of such an experience, is just plain old great writing. Thanks.

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