I’ve had a pretty rough night, and the day is quickly whiling away. I had this post already pretty much written, and I want to try to post something daily. So… welcome to my dinner table.
It’s obvious that the major focus of this work is Cernunnos. He is my Lover and will be my Dominant (the title I am to use is yet to be determined). But He is not the only one sitting at my table. The other diners are a rather interesting bunch.
Danu, whom I have mentioned, is my Mother. In some legend, She is the Mother of all the Celtic beings – gods and spirits alike – and has claimed me as Her child and voice. She has always been gentle with me (Ordeal notwithstanding). While I have fussed and complained like a four-year-old when She gives me a task, I have never insulted or outright defied Her.
Alongside Danu are Her other children, the Folk (otherwise known as the Aes Sidhe). They receive milk and sometimes candy at their outdoor Folk House, but only enter my home when I’ve been derelict in this. The wards Kit keeps repels all but the strongest and most benign intentions, but if I’ve been lax, they’ve been known to hide the TV remote. They show themselves to me as fog most of the time and, while not deities, they are Siblings to me and require my attention.
Another deity at my table is Ganesha, for whom I am also voice, but usually amusement. He is calm and laughs at me, requires devotion at His holidays and is often comfort in the face of an obstacle. He usually gets along with everyone else at the table, but has sparred with Cernunnos once or twice over my consumption of meat at specific times. He has made it clear that He is Warrior and will fight if need be – whether it is against my obstacles or against me.
My Guide is the red winged blackbird. In European myth, he is often a sign of death and bad fortune, but he has been my first sign of spring for years. He is my barometer of the seasons, an energetic and vain little bird, and gave me his wings as my shields.
Finally, a kahina (wise woman) stands as Presence. She is a Kabyle ancestress of Kit’s whose spirit lives in the century-old wedding bracelet my in-laws gifted to me. The bracelet was, best we can tell, made for her, and she will not tolerate damage (she has bitten me more than once). She is the one driving my efforts with Kabyle symbols; she is a severe and no-nonsense woman, and she does not like metalworkers, as they know how to unmake her.
There is much more to all of these relationships, of course, but these are the place settings at my table. Makes life very, very interesting sometimes.