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#Celtic #FolkloreThursday: #Ceridwen took the form of a black hen and pecked up the grain of wheat that #Gwion had turned into. After 9 months #Gwion was reborn by the sorceress. Suspended in a #Coracle the little boy survived and became the famous poet #Taliesin.

#Celtic #MythologyMonday: #Ceridwen took the form of a black hen and pecked up the grain of wheat that #Gwion had turned into. After 9 months #Gwion was reborn. The sorceress did not have the heart to kill her unwanted child and abandoned the little boy in a #Coracle. He survived and became the famous poet #Taliesin.

#Celtic #FolkloreSunday: `#Ceridwen lived on an island in the middle of Lake Bala (Llyn Tegid) in north #Wales with her mate, Tegid Voel (“the bald”), and their two children, the beautiful Creirwy (“light”) and the ugliest little boy in the world, Afagddu (“dark”). To compensate for his unfortunate appearance, Ceridwen planned to make her son a great seer, and to this end this fearsome goddess (sometimes called a witch or sorceress) brewed a powerful secret mixture of herbs. Into her cauldron she piled the herbs to simmer for a year and a day—a magical length of time appropriate to such a concoction.
The brew had to be stirred regularly, and Ceridwen was not always on hand to keep the brew mixed. So she set a little boy named #Gwion to stir the cauldron, warning him that he must on no account taste it. Three tiny drops splattered from the cooking pot onto Gwion’s thumb, which he popped in his mouth to ease the burn. Immediately, all the wisdom and inspiration Ceridwen had intended for Afagddu was Gwion’s.`
Source: P. Monaghan `Encyclopedia of #Celtic #Mythology and #Folklore`

`To compensate for Afagddu`s (“dark”) unfortunate appearance, #Ceridwen planned to make her son a great seer, and to this end this fearsome goddess (sometimes called a witch or sorceress) brewed a powerful secret mixture of herbs. Into her cauldron she piled the herbs to simmer for a year and a day—a magical length of time appropriate to such a concoction.
The brew had to be stirred regularly, and Ceridwen was not always on hand to keep the brew mixed. So she set a little boy named #Gwion to stir the cauldron, warning him that he must on no account taste it. Three tiny drops splattered from the cooking pot onto Gwion’s thumb, which he popped in his mouth to ease the burn. Immediately, all the wisdom and inspiration Ceridwen had intended for Afagddu was Gwion’s.`
Source: P. Monaghan `Encyclopedia of #Celtic #Mythology and #Folklore`
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#Celtic #MythologyMonday: `#Ceridwen represents the human subconscious as a water goddess. The legend of Ceridwen teaches us that one must dive …
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