The Morrigan

(David)

I am in the process of research, seeking knowledge, after experiencing a powerful visitation from Crow. Who I know, like, and respect, but who also in this instance may or may not be The Morrigan.

I don’t know. I’m very cautious.

In theory, I could fit the bill and this might be a path I’m being called to follow. I’m a warrior, with the first half of my adult life spent in the military. I’m also a rebel. In the military, despite my promotions through the ranks to a certain point, I dedicated myself to battling against bullying. To fairness. Certain people considered me a bleeding heart liberal, but those who came under my care in that respect were grateful for it. Also, many of my ancestors were Irish. In my living memory, a big part of my family were part of the Irish diaspora. I refused to fight in Northern Ireland during the Troubles, being vocally opposed to Thatcher’s shoot-to-kill policy. I’m glad to say that although my 20 years service included several conflicts, I was never required to participate in any that involved colonialism. Luck? Good fortune? Coincidence? Or helpful guidance? And in the second half of my adult life, in civvy street, I’ve remained a rebel. An eco-activist. A social justice warrior. In theory, the sort of person who might be called by The Morrigan.

In practice, however, my thirty years (plus) of paganism have been deliberately both solitary and having no involvement with any deities.

So, yes, I’m cautious. Because of course it’s perfectly possible that losing control through dedication and service might be the first thing I am required to accept. But it’s equally possible that romanticism is leading me astray. And even if the call is real, I’m very aware that The Morrigan isn’t a comfortable presence in anyone’s life. She is demanding, to say the least.

So I’m going to read and read and read, to scry and see and experience, to wait and listen and learn.