By Modron WhiteRaven
Mari's song
to her
children
I sing to the lost ones come home !.Can you see the ancient
footprints
.shining like a beacon walking far back into the rolling mists? Once
they tried
to irradiate our very existence ,but ,we hid ourselves ,some in their
very core.
And sometimes a witch would be born, born ,born......
I sent you hidden from this last stronghold ,to roam .Waiting for you
to come
again ,yes you were sent .I am Mari ,and my priestess ,I see you still
exist.
.Born of the others ,wrapped in their blankets ,yet held in my womb,
you’d come
again ,that I swore .Torn ,forlorn ,we mourn...........
The men of the
others didn’t kill me ,oh no they buried me alive
.......And though
long have I slept in the earth ,Took my priestesses ,my sacred places
,yet
,those under places are mine a lone ,my hive and still I thrive .Come
and let
me comb your hair ,sitting here ,sitting there ,to share and weave a
prayer.
Wind blows ,water flows ,bridges being built of rainbows .You have
borne much
my child ,wild child pariah ,heart beating free ,we flee ..to the high
places
,see the children of the mists here with me ?At last ,the earth turns
,the tree
burns ,welcome home .You see ,not alone .We were here all the time
,high in the
mountain mists ,in the well of your soul .These are my secret places
and my
word is old .Waited have I at this ,lands end ,for thee .It is time to
begin
again anew ,come with bowl and spindle ,no more your blood to dwindle
.You are
home ,reborn ,there’s sheep to be shorn ,clothe to be made on
loom ...the
tribe is gathering and anew to bloom.
Once ,the Goddess Mari and her entourage ,ruled the earth
,within those
places
that were considered to be matriarchal and before modern man .She was a
creator
goddess of thunder and wind. The very personification of the Earth. The
thunder
spirit Maju is one of the names of her husband .Sugarr is another name
,his
appearance is as a man or a serpent/dragon.They have at least 2 sons
.Atarrabi,
a benign spirit and Mikelats ,who is an evil spirit. On Friday evenings
,eves
,she goes to see her husband and he combs her hair with her golden
comb. They
make love and wind ,lightning and thunder are the outcome !Sometimes
,she
marries with mortal men ,it is said ,and bears to them children
Some of the forms of Mari ,who is a shapeshifter are as follows.
Various women
,different red animals ,a black he-goat, white cloud ,rainbow,
Mari[queen]is
represented as a woman with full moon behind her head, a woman with the
feet of
a bird, a crow or raven, woman mounted on a ram carding her yarn on its
horns,
a horse or heifer, a tree that looks like a woman, a tree emitting
flames, a
great wind ,a ball of fire, symbol is a sickle [esp. a sickle of fire
crossing
the sky, a woman lying horizontally, moving through the air, full moon
with flames.
She has zoomorphic and radiating forms ,indeed. The forms he takes
.depends on
the realm in which she manifests.
Maris and court
The great goddess has never left the landscape of Europe
.The Basque country is where she retreated ,into those places in which
her
power and mystery had always been great. The painted caves ,the wells
,and
mountains of the Pyranees. Mari is served by the Sorginak
,semi-mythical
creatures impossible to differentiate from actual witches other
pagan
priestesses in Basque. Alelarre are still today the local names of the
sabbats.
Her laminak are female beings with human form ,but feet of chicken,
duck, or
goat.
Names for Mari
Mari is both a proper name and title. It will be accompanied by the
name of the
place where she is asociated. Mari of Txindoki, Mari of the Oven ,Mari
of the
cave ,Madam Mari of Muno, The Lady of Muru ,Lady of Anboto,Witch of
Anboto.Witch of Aketegi, Maris Cave ,Maris Tomb[dolmen]..She is most
definitely
associated with megalithic structures. The sacred places once known to
have
been built for the goddess ,now appear to have been built by her
minions .Theme
in connection to this goddess could be summed up as :formation,
destruction,and
reformation.
Temples today of Mari
The Basque Etxea....the home is a refuge and temple of Basque
people. This element that gives them their very identity and name .It
is
preserved from generation to generation. The home is protected from
evil by
fire ,laurel ,ash leaves or dried thistle heads.
Approaching Mari.
There are a number of rules for approaching and
dealing with
Mari. One must only use familiar form of the pronoun and verb with her.
One
never sits in her presence.One must leave her cavern the in the same
way in
which they have entered.
She condemns lies ,thieving ,pride, non-fulfillment of ones word
,failure to
help others. She bestows her dispensation on those who deny what is and
affirm
what is not .Mari lives from the yes and the no-ezagaz eta baiagas.
They
are by far subterranean. It is said ,that they are adorned with gold
and
precious stones .Beds made of gold .If these things are stolen ,what
was gold
or jewel ,will turn into coal or rotten pieces of wood ,when outside
the abode.
Some lore that when human midwives had helped one of her handmaids give
birth
,they were given combs of gold in tribute. She is the divisor of storms
.ah
,but she loves to comb her ankle length hair ,and spin. She likes to
wear red.
And drink from her rivers of milk ,deep flowing into the center of the
earth.|
Poem from Mother
Goose
There was an old woman lived under a hill and if she is not gone she lives there still. |
