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Post by emrys on Feb 27, 2005 16:12:30 GMT -1
A question for my more experienced colleagues...
I'm not sure if this is the right forum for this, but have any of you worked with wind magic and, if so, is there a particular name attached to this?
All my life, I have always had an affinity for the winds. They seem to embrace me, almost speak to me and I get the feeling sometimes that my spirit is being called to ride them. (can't think of a better way to phrase that.) Whether they are mild, blustery, cold or warm...I used to run outside as a child just to feel their movement...their strength...their whispers. I still am mesmerized by them.
Any ideas? Any advice? Any comments?
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Post by goldenhand on Feb 27, 2005 17:53:43 GMT -1
I find the winds to be very powerful magically. There is nothing better than standing on a hilltop with a fierce wind blasting back your robes and hair, screaming spells into the fury of it. I don't know if there is a proper name for it and I'm not aware of any lore about winds in the Brythonic tradition. There is plenty in the Irish lore though - stories of Druids raising magical winds to fight opposing armies. And I seem to remember that there are ancient names for the different winds in Irish, but I can't remember what they were off the top of my head. I'll get back to you on that one Blessings, Angharad
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Post by branynos on Feb 27, 2005 18:16:01 GMT -1
Hi Emyrs
I know what you mean by that connection with the wind. I'm not aware of any formal wind magic though, well apart from calling up the wind with the knotted thread which usually falls under 'knot magic'.
I seem to surround myself with windchimes and windmills & windsocks and want to explore their use more in creating spells
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Post by scathach on Feb 27, 2005 18:34:41 GMT -1
Here is some bits on the winds from the Scottish and Irish folklore:
There is this from the Carmina Gadelica, an old fishermans' saying:
Wind from the west, fish and bread; Wind from the north, cold and flaying; Wind from the east, snow on the hills; Wind from the south, fruit on the trees.
and from the Saltair na Rann of Ireland:
"Above every plain the King arranged the eight fierce secondary winds; he formed without defect, a fefuge from hardships, the boundaries of the four chief winds.
the bright pure purple of the east, the bright wonderful white from the south, the stormy harsh black from the north, the noisy dun from the west.
The red and yellow together between the white and purple; the green, and the sea's valiant blue, between the dun and shining white.
The grey and jet, terrible their ardour, between dun and black; the dark and the pie-bald, in the east, between black and purple.
Their form was fitly arranged, their order was accomplished according to wisdom, according to glésa without concealment, in divisions and stations."
Scathach
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Post by emrys on Feb 27, 2005 20:41:56 GMT -1
Thanks all for your responses and help on this:
Goldenhand - I appreciate your continued help and if you can find any reference in the Brythonic tradition, that would be great!
Branynos - I, too, would like to incorporate some air weaving in my work too. Do you feel their call also?
Scathach - great info...thanks!. Wonderful description in the Saltair na Rann. I am unfamiliar with this piece.
Blessings!
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Post by Blackbird on Feb 28, 2005 14:35:09 GMT -1
I love taking my small harp up into the hills and letting the wind play the strings. Sometimes, they actually play fragments of melody, which I can then work into songs. It's a very beautiful and haunting sound.
I can't think of any Brythonic lore about winds, but I shall keep my eyes and ears open for you.
By the way - thanks for that info, Scathach. The link between the different winds and colours is fascinating.
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Post by branynos on Feb 28, 2005 18:43:45 GMT -1
Branynos - I, too, would like to incorporate some air weaving in my work too. Do you feel their call also? Very much so. One of my earliest experiences when I started studying paganism was being welcomed by the wind when I visited Avebury. Its hard to describe how we had a "conversation" without words but the wind was very amused at how I was wearing my hair (short & spiky) and buffeted me as I walked the outer circle like an over excited child one moment tugging me the next pushing me, with a whole sort of 'welcome home'. The impression I got and the memories that surfaced was that I'd played with the winds as a child on the mountains (hills if you're not Welsh) behind my grandmothers house, and then 'put away childish things' after she died and had closed myself off to them. I carried on liking high places and putting my face into the wind, just had stopped 'hearing' them for a while.
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Post by siaron on Feb 28, 2005 19:37:06 GMT -1
On my Pilgrimage to Wales, wind was the element that greeted me....I flew into Dublin with the intention of taking the ferry to Holyhead, and that day there was a force 10 gale, which shut all the ferries down! I spent the first day in Ireland, did a tour out to Tara and Newgrange, and the wind was fierce.
When I finally got to Wales, it was my constant companion. Even though it was the end of January, and there was some snow on the ground, it didn't rain or snow except for one day while I was there...but the wind just kept coming. I loved it! It was beautiful to be up in the high moorland at Cadair Idris with the standing stones and as I sang and prayed the wind carried my voice.
I'm not accustomed to doing any type of 'magic'; however, I have been the fire builder for our sweat for 3 years, and often have called on the wind specifically to help with the fire. I ask it to work with the fire element to move through the stones...and it always seems to come when I ask.
Bendithion,
Siaron
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