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❖ BIRTH NAME: Myrddin Wyllt
❖ OTHER NAMES: Emrys
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What drew me to Merlin and what he means to me

Well, I’ve always been attracted to Wizards and everything that’s associated with their time. On top of that I’ve had a deep interest in King Arthur, and obviously Merlin goes hand in hand with him, or so the stories go. There are many tales of Arthur and Merlin; some even contradict each other, so no one really knows the full story, part of the mystery I guess.


Arthur is depicted as a king and bold knight, which is probably a little far fetched, as the timing is a little early for knights in so-called Armour. He is also referred to as an old Briton war chief and a sort of renegade heavy, hired by the Romans to rid the lands of invading Saxon’s.


History has mixed up all the stories and over the years they have become interwoven, yet I do believe there was a character of sorts named Arthur; there is enough written evidence to uphold this. For those who doubt, you only have to look at Jesus, there is no hard evidence of him ever being here, yet I do believe again that there was such a man. As to whether he was the son of God, well, if that’s the path you follow, then I respect those values. But we only have the writing that has been passed down through the years to support this, who’s to say that the true person and his actions were distorted over time, with stories being handed down again and again. We weren’t there so we cannot say for sure. So I apply the same logic to Arthur as Jesus.


Merlin again has many stories, some attach him to Arthur, and others put him in a different time period. But again, there was a character called Merlin, Myrddin being the welsh name, Merlinus the Latin version.


He has been described as a wild man of the woods c, 573 AD as mentioned in the Black Book of Carmarthen. This was compiled over a period of years in the latter half of the 13th-century by a single scribe and contains religious poetry, early praise-poems, and prophetic verse belonging to the Merlin cycle.


Geoffrey of Monmouth first mentions Merlin (i.e. Merlinus based on the variant form of Myrddin, Merddin) in his Historia Regum Britanniae of c.1138, in which Vortigern, the mid-fifth century British king, finds that the only way for the foundations of his fortress to be made secure is to sprinkle the blood of a fatherless youth onto the stones. Such a youth is found at Carmarthen named Merlin, whose mother, Geoffrey tells us, was the daughter of the king of Dyfed who, living with the nuns at a local convent, had been impregnated by an incubus demon i.e. he was fatherless - this child was further found to have prophetic powers and Geoffrey makes him utter the Prophetiae Merlinus, a long series of obscure prophecies.


So again the added mystery of his real identity adds to the whole picture of the character.


There are many sites on the web, so I won’t go into everything about him here as much can be sought if you are interested.


But since about 12, Merlin has always been within my mind, and as I grew older and learnt more, he has almost become a real person to me, like I knew him. I feel so drawn to him that I used to feel I sometimes was him, silly I know, but I’ve grown out of that now. However, when I go to some of these old places I really feel in touch with them. I feel the energy they exude, and it gives me a sense of fulfilment. Stonehenge, Tintagel & Cadbury Castle, some of the few of many that are linked to Merlin.


I guess he means simply Magic to me, the one great all known Wizard, Druid, Shaman or whatever being you wish to associate him with. Over time he has manifested into many characters, as nearly every kind of Wizard in book or film or gaming story owes a little something to Merlin. Dumbledore, Gandalf, and Belgarath the Sorcerer from the Eddings novels, to name a few. It’s even been said that Dr. Who was loosely based on him.


Everyone has a certain interest, it is what makes us all different. We all have our own beliefs too, and I respect those of others. I just don’t like it when we are told to conform to one. We must all find our own path, and be happy in the way we walk through life. Along that route there will be forks and junctions, it is up to us to decide which one to take. Some choices will be wrong, but I believe those wrong choices will set us on the path to the right one eventually.


As I’ve grown older I have begun to appreciate this land more and more, my feelings have become stronger and also my beliefs have settled on what I believe is right for me. I walk a Druidic path, and believe that all life is sacred and that we return again reborn, but I don’t preach to others about them. Everyone's faith is their own, and that should be respected. I don’t claim to be able to save the world, I try and do my little bit, but I fear that our greed and struggle for individuality as Nations have not helped Mother Earth.


Be well, love and blessings to you all.



May your God or Gods go with you.



Merlin’s Writer


I have lived a long time and I have learned that one must forgive oneself the past or else the journey into the future becomes unbearable



How I play Merlin

I have been here since 2005 and I have played many characters over those RP years, some briefly, others for as long as a story lasted, and a few, like Dastan, Templar and Radagast in a little more in depth. But Merlin I have always played from day one and he will always be my main and ultimate favourite, and have played him with many faces.



Yet through all the good, and not so good times, we change, as do those around us, it is called life! What we once thought were priorities change, what we once didn’t care about, we now find playing heavily upon our minds, and maybe our whole personal life has undergone changes for the good, like having a family, or not so, as in health issues. But whatever life throws at us, we the players who entered this world of stories and fantasy, use it as an escape of sorts, and in doing so we lose ourselves in great stories with great writers who many of which become great friends.



Now my portrayal of Merlin has also changed over the years, from a Young Merlin, a wild Merlin, and an old Merlin, and sometimes it takes a while before you settle on something. So my Merlin, an old cranky, sometimes ill-tempered and impatient one is where I am and where I see the Merlin that I feel closer to playing. That is not to say that he has a softer side, but his long life and the losses that he has suffered have somewhat hardened his heart.


Even a magician must rest a while. Return to the source of his power, the bosom of the earth to let it heal and renew him.



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Introduction


my name is Merlin, some of you may know me as Merlinus, others call me the wild man of the woods and to the Druids I am known as Emrys; for I am the last of the Druids, a Priest of nature, and keeper of the knowledge. Particularly of arcane secrets. I roam the hills and mountains learning all there is, and I find peace and solitude in the depths of the forests. There I talk to animals and plants alike, I know their secrets and they mine.



I have many spirit guides and helpers, they help me when I stray from the path that destiny has lain before me. They remind me of the magic that runs through this land from which I draw my own strength and magic from, for at times I am one with them. The knowledge within me has been passed down through time from the Ancient ones who walked these lands before me, and they wait for me in timeless lands beyond the mists that shroud the otherworld.




Even though the Romans have departed these shores, I fight to uphold the Ancient ways and traditions, I fight to keep the Saxons at bay, and the Christians from trying to bury the old ways. Above all I fight to unite the land again. once there was a King, a good King, a just King; Arthur, but he is long gone now, as is Camelot.



I have many powers, all of which serve me well, yet the power of sight can at times be a benefit and a burden, for in these dreams I see many things. Times that will please and times that may be a nightmare. What I see does not have to be, so I will use all that I have at my disposal be it life or spell, to disperse these clouds of despair so that this land will be at peace again.



The Realm is still-magical, legendary beasts still populate its by-ways. Soothsayers, Magi, Sorcerers and Witches practise their beliefs here, whilst a new religion from the east, tightens its grip on the people. Magic flows through the veins of the earth, and this is used by many who know how to gain access to it, and it is a land criss-crossed by lines of power upon which standing stones have been set as a secret protection against invasions. But the power of the array was broken by the Romans who laid straight roads across the land, built walled cities of shattered stone and persecuted the followers of the old ways.



I now stand as a guardian to these lands; I wander from realm to realm, talk to the stones and the spirits that dwell in the forests, to keep the balance of good and evil.


Now we must make a new world


Everyone I had ever loved, and who ever loved me — all gone

Merlin


Fact or Fiction?

m has always been the center of all things Magic and Arthurian, whether you believe history or legend, and this will continue. But like many characters of fact and fiction, everyone has their own opinion, their own take and their own image of what he is. I am no different.



Merlin is a multi-faceted figure- Shaman, monk, bard, necromancer, magician, astronomer, seer, prophet, (With many of his visions supposedly coming true). A youth and an old sage, but to most Merlin is the arch Druid of Britain. He has been blessed, or cursed with semi immortality, and the ability to see into the spirit world, whilst living in the earthly one and can drift between the two worlds easily.



It is said that Merlin has advised many illustrious leaders, including Boudica and Caractacus, long before Vortigern and Uther, which add to his supposed longevity. Of course it is Arthur that he is most associated with, for in the legends of Arthur, it is Merlin the sorcerer, court wizard, and prophet who embodies the themes of magic and myth, and who acts as Arthur's principal advisor. However many fiction authors have put him at odds with the once and future King.



It is believed that the story of Merlin originates in legends of a Celtic poet and prophet who lived in the 500's, a man named Myrddin. He lived in what was then a Cymric borderland near the Solway Firth. Fragments of poetry by and about him survive, and a man named Lailoken, a madman and prophet who figures in Scottish legend, may be the same man. Legends of Myrddin recount his creating unrest between British chieftains and causing the Battle of Arfderydd near Carlisle, which was fought in the 570's. As a supernatural punishment, he loses his reason and is sent wandering through the forest of Celidon in the Scottish lowlands.



He has also been described as a wild man of the woods c, 573 AD as mentioned in the Black Book of Carmarthen. This was compiled over a period of years in the latter half of the 13th-century by a single scribe and contains religious poetry, early praise-poems, and prophetic verse belonging to the Merlin cycle.



Merlin first takes literary shape in the writings of Geoffrey of Monmouth in the early 12th century. Geoffrey published some prophecies around 1135 that dealt with British and Welsh affairs over the coming several centuries. He ascribed them to a British prophet named Merlin, and soon afterwards included those prophecies in his History of the Kings of Britain. Geoffrey also wrote a Latin poem entitled Vita Merlini (Life of Merlin). Geoffrey's Merlin is the son of a demon, which had lain with his mother, a nun at Carmarthen in southwest Wales, while she slept. In Geoffrey's History, Merlin is credited with using magic at the request of King Aurelius to help transport from its supposed original site in Ireland to Salisbury Plain.



Medieval legends of Merlin credit him with the birth of Arthur. King Uther Pendragon was smitten by another man's wife, Lady Igraine, and although he wanted to lay with her, she refused. Uther called upon Merlin to help him gain access to the fair lady, and Merlin devised a magical deceit where Uther appeared to Igraine as her own husband. The result of this union was Arthur, and according to Sir Thomas Malory's Tales of King Arthur one of the conditions of Merlin performing this magic for Uther was that he would turn over the child to Merlin to nourish and educate him, to which Uther agreed.



As the stories of Merlin developed through the writings of various poets, he became associated, like Arthur, with places, roots, trees, and other natural magic. One of his many magical skills was the ability to change shape. His prophecies were held in great esteem, and commentators endeavored to make sense of them. Romancers added to the mythology of Merlin by crediting him with the foundation of the Round Table and by giving him a major role in the mysteries of the Grail. Sir Thomas Malory, in his Tales of King Arthur writes how the seer secured Arthur's ascension to the throne by providing the sword in the stone where Arthur can prove himself. In Malory's tales, Merlin creates the Round Table for Uther Pendragon.



Merlin falls in love with Nimue, (called Nyneve by Malory, also known as Vivienne) with disastrous results. She accompanies Merlin on a journey to learn his magic, though never does consent to be his lover. Although Merlin foresees the tragic end through prophecy he is unable to avert it. Nimue grows tired of him, and turns one of his own spells against him to imprison Merlin forever in a cave, buried under a great rock. Some retelling of the tale have Nimue trapping Merlin in a bush or a Hawthorn tree, from which his voice may sometimes still be heard; Tennyson's Idylls of the King is adapted from this version. Different versions of the story have Merlin variously living forever within his confinements, dying, or descending into madness. In the romance, Suite de Merlin Vivienne tricks Merlin into a tomb and forces him to die a slow death upon being sealed within.



Afterwards, Merlin's tomb becomes known as the 'Perron de Merlin' or Stone of Merlin and there the Knights of the Round Table meet to begin their adventures. Thus, even in his withdrawn state, Merlin may be said to influence the activities of the world of Arthur.



The arrow of time points in one direction


My top five on screen Merlin's


The days of our kind are numbered. The one God comes to drive out the many gods.

Merlin

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There are many tales of Arthur and Merlin; some even contradict each other, so no one really knows the full story, part of the mystery I guess, but this mystery excites all those who have an interest in him and the Arthurian stories, - for Arthur is as much a mystery as Merlin - and none more so than the countless authors who have written single books and those who have gone all out and produced a series of adventures, from the past, to the present, far too many to name or put any above the other.



So, with that in mind, with all the books I have read, there is a theme, not conclusive or by no means general, for every author has poetic license, that nonetheless gives Merlin many common attributes. Maybe, they have read each other's books * smiles* So here is how many portray Merlin.



Merlin is far older than he may seem, appearing to be a man in his Seventies, but his eyes betray his incredible long age. There is little that he has not experienced, few mistakes he has not made, few terrors he has not beheld. He has witnessed the massacre of armies , the passage of gods and spirits, and the fall of empires. He has travelled the length of Britain, knowing every flower, every tree and every creature. His journeys have also taken him across the waters to Ireland, Gaul, Rome and Greece many times. The older he gets the more committed he becomes to returning Britain to the times of heroes, where the gods ruled and magic was as common as water. He strives to eradicate all of Britain’s enemies; the unjust Kings, the Saxons, the Christians, and all those that see this country sundered. His mind is bent to this goal and nothing will ever sway it, and will sacrifice anyone who stands in his way - even those closest to him - if needs be. He see’s Arthur's as a spoilt fool, and whilst he often is seen to help the King, there is always an ulterior motive.



This makes Merlin difficult to trust and difficult to interpret. He can be the friendliest, most charming person one would ever hope to meet. But like the wind, he can change and hurl evocative insults and threats, and can be very sarcastic.



He can sleep for weeks, or not at all. He can be as sharp as a thorn, or forgetful as a fish, or so he makes out. He has little time for play and does not suffer fools gladly. He views Christians with scornful contempt, regarding Saxons as worthless insects, and some Kings as puppets of the gods. Yet he is fascinated by all things, and can take a sudden, almost childish interest and delight in the most mundane things, especially if they are new experiences or concepts.



Nothing can be hidden from him, his perception and insight skills, coupled with his ability to view a person's history, past and present - that there are very few secrets he cannot uncover. Yet he is not infallible, as not all spirits warm to him, and he has many enemies who either keep things shadowed from him or aid those who oppose his plans.



Such is his age and wisdom that he is the foremost animist in Britain, if not the world. All the spirits of Albion answer his summons, and will often than not do his bidding, but will always seek a favour in return. But for all his power, he never abuses it, and will only call upon the spirits when there is absolute necessity.



Some have him able to work certain Theism miracles through his deep relationship with the Earth, and feeding off its energies. From blessing crops, Exorcism, Resurrection, Cloud call and Weather control in general, Illusions and Sacred Rites. But his real power is in his incredible knowledge and ability to intimidate and persuade. His incredible longevity is apparent to many and there are very few who are not in awe by his name and presence, which he uses to his advantage to the fullest in getting his way, without the need to rely on his magic alone. Thus many will do his bidding out of sheer fear, respect, love or because the druid has beguiled or shamed them into doing what he wants.



Merlin epitomises the Pagan tradition and wants Christianity banished from Britain's shores. Yet he does not hate the new religion, for he has lived long enough to see that all religions have common roots, goals and themes. To him, Christianity cannot be trusted, because unlike Roman and Saxon gods, Christianity is unprepared to cooperate and tolerate all other gods. He considers the religion as selfish, destructive and presumptuous of its superiority. But he understands Christianities rites well having read the scriptures, ‘Know your enemy’ he often says. Merlin believes that Christianity is fine, and people should be free to follow their own oaths but there is no place in Britain for it.



Now there are of course some Authors who portray him as a gentle old man, who guides a younger Arthur to the crown, and a few that have him the same age as the would be King, but as I have said, poetic licence, and the differing information regarding history and legend gives them this.



So there you have it, do you have a Merlin that you prefer?

The spirits of wood and stream grow silent. It's the way of things. Yes... it's a time for men, and their ways.


I've never studied magic or been taught. … I was born like this.

Witches, Wizards, Sorceresses, and Warlocks



These beings appear In various myths around the world, they are people thought to possess magical powers or to command supernatural forces. They appear in the myths and folktales of many cultures. The word “Witch” usually refers to a female, though male Witches exist in some traditions. Men who possess the powers associated with witchcraft are often known as Wizards or Warlocks.


In many myths and legends, Witches are evil, dishonest, or dangerous. Some cultures do not consider them fully human. If not evil by nature, witches may be possessed by demons or wicked spirits determined to harm humans. Yet ordinary men and women may learn magic for the purpose of hurting others. Such people are sometimes called Sorcerers and Sorceresses rather than Wizards and Witches. African tradition distinguishes between good magicians, or medicine men, and bad magicians, or Sorcerers. Both types are distinct from the nonhuman Witch.



Not all Witches and Wizards are evil. Some myths and folktales feature good spirits or magicians who help people. These are said to practice “white magic” rather than the “black magic” of the evil ones. The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, the modern children's book that became a famous movie, features both kinds of Witches. It is easy to tell them apart —the wicked Witch is an old hag dressed in black, while the good Witch is a beautiful, softly spoken woman dressed like a princess.



The magicians that appear in myths and folktales, however, are not always clearly labelled. They may be unpredictable and of uncertain character—neither completely good nor completely evil. Their treatment of humans may depend on how they are treated. Often people meet old women, not realising that they are dealing with Witches. In such cases, the Witch may reward kindness and punish rudeness.



Legendary Witches and Wizards take many forms. The traditional image in European and American folklore is that of a wrinkled old woman, perhaps wearing a black robe and a cone-shaped hat. These Witches communicate with evil spirits called familiars, which often take the form of a black cat. According to legend, Japanese Witches have owls as familiars, and African Witches have monkeys.



Flight is often associated with witchcraft. In American folktales, Witches usually travel through the night skies on enchanted broomsticks. In some parts of Africa, Witches are said to fly on bats. In the mythology of some cultures, Witches can change into animals to prey upon their victims.



The tradition of witchcraft is ancient. The book of Samuel in the Old Testament of the Bible contains an account of a sorceress called the Witch of Endor. Saul, the first King of Israel, banished magicians from his kingdom but finally asked for advice from the Witch of Endor, who had “a familiar spirit.” Assured that she would not be punished for practising magic, the Witch called up the spirit of Samuel, a dead prophet of the Israelites. The spirit predicted Saul's defeat in the battle that was to take place the next day.



In the Odyssey, an epic of ancient Greece, the hero Odysseus and his men met a witch named Circe. The daughter of a god and an ocean nymph, Circe had the power to turn people into animals and monsters. Her island home was populated with lions, bears, and wolves—all had once been human, but were transformed by her magic. Although she turned some of Odysseus's men into pigs, the hero used a special herb that protected him from her magic.



Witchcraft and magic played an important role in the Arthurian legends of Britain. Merlin, a powerful Wizard, guided and influenced King Arthur throughout his life. A Witch named Morgan Le Fay also appeared in the legends and did all she could to thwart Arthur and claim the throne for herself.



Slavic folklore of eastern Europe and western Russia has a Witch called Baba Yaga, a thin old woman whose nickname means “bony legs.” Baba Yaga lives alone in a hut deep in the forest. The hut stands on the legs of a chicken and is surrounded by a fence decorated with skulls. Visitors who wish to enter must recite a magic formula. Although Baba Yaga sometimes helps the hero or heroine of a story, she is generally a dangerous figure who must be outwitted.

Witches and Sorcerers occur frequently in American Indian myths. Unlike Shamans and healers, they are fearsome and destructive beings. The Navajo of the American Southwest have stories about the Adilgashii, Witches who travel at night in the skins of coyotes or other animals and who use poison made from the ground bones of babies to harm the living. In English; the adilgashii are called skinwalkers.



The Tlingit of the Pacific Northwest believe that a man with an unfaithful wife becomes a Witch by drinking from a dead Shaman's skull. This first Witch then creates other Witches, both male and female. They acquire dark powers by lurking in graveyards and handling the dead. In a theme repeated in stories from many cultures, the Tlingit Witches make dolls out of the hair, clothing, or food of those they want to harm. By placing these dolls in graves to rot with corpses, the Witches cause their victims to become sick. A Witch can reverse the spell and cure the victim by rinsing the doll in salt water.



Many cultures around the world include legends or myths about Witches and Wizards. The way a culture addresses the idea of magic is reflected in these myths. For example, in Christian cultures, magic is almost always considered to be an act of the Devil. In Christian stories, then, Witches are evil beings who seek only to cause harm. It is worth noting that many beneficial magical events are described in Christian stories, but these are nearly always referred to as “miracles” instead of magic.



During the Middle Ages in Europe, the belief in Witches was widespread, they were said to be worshippers of the Devil. Thousands of women and some men were tortured and executed after being accused of witchcraft. The English who settled in North America brought along a fear of Witches. A witch hunt in Salem, Massachusetts, in 1692 resulted in the execution of nineteen people. Even today, accusations of witchcraft can lead to violence in some parts of the world.



In many belief systems, such as Hinduism, magic is seen as something that can be good or bad. In these cultures, Wizards and Witches might be considered helpful characters or even heroes. Very often there are magicians whose sole purpose is to combat evil magic or protect someone from its effects. The Wizard Merlin, found in Romano-British legends, uses magic for reasons that are presented as positive or helpful in most cases. In modern times, Witches and Wizards are viewed rather positively, with many films, television shows, and video games featuring such characters as heroes. This may reflect the feeling that magic and other supernatural forces are taken less seriously because, due to advances in science, they are no longer believed to be the causes of tragic events.



The central theme in stories about Witches and Wizards is the ability to control people, objects, and events in supernatural ways. This includes everything from making objects disappear to secretly causing a person's illness. In most stories, this control is motivated by a desire for great riches and power, or a desire for revenge. Sometimes the motivation is love, in both good and bad ways. Circe turned the beautiful nymph Scylla, into a monster when a man chose her over Circe.



One of the symbols most commonly associated with witchcraft in European cultures is the broomstick. This is an object traditionally linked to women and their domestic duties, and therefore reflects the view that women were considered to be more attuned to the supernatural. Another common symbol across many cultures is the stick or wand used by a Witch or Wizard; this is often a tree branch or something made of wood or bone, and symbolises the importance of nature in channelling magic.



Throughout history, Witches and Wizards have never failed to capture the imagination of writers and artists. Artists have traditionally pictured Witches as hideous hags, though some characters—such as Circe—are depicted as beautiful and seductive. Authors such as Edmund Spenser, William Shakespeare, and Sir Thomas Malory included Wizards and Witches as key characters in some of their most important works. In modern times, L. Frank Baum, Stephen King, and numerous other authors have also created similar memorable characters. Of course, J. R. R. Tolkien introduced the world to Wizards, and from that the films we know today tell the tales of many of them, Gandalf, Saruman and of course Myself.. Many television shows have been based on the notion of these magical beings existing in secret as a part of mainstream society. Some notable examples include Bewitched; Sabrina, the Teenage Witch; and Wizards of Waverly Place.



Stories about Witches and Wizards continue to fascinate the public and to inspire writers. In addition to providing an otherworldly atmosphere, such stories often reveal truths about ordinary human existence. In the Harry Potter series of modern fantasy books, British writer J. K. Rowling describes an entire society involved with magic. The reader follows Harry, as he studies at the Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. Between adventures laced with dragons, magic potions, and flying broomsticks, Rowling shows how Harry learns about values such as friendship, loyalty, and courage.



So you can see that throughout history and legend, fact or fiction, whatever the magical being is, there will always be a tale to tell.


Magic has no power over the human heart



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Tinúviel-Luthien

15 hours ago


 Luthien--Tis was a dream I had not so long ago. There was a wizard, a wise man with kind eyes resembling yours, come to think of it. He held in his grasp a staff, which he told me held the magicks of all life. Relics in a language only he knew and could decipher just as easily as he could see me in front of him now." Luthien smiled softly as she gazed upon Merlin's staff. "Does your own carry such secrets Merlin? We keep crossing paths. Perhaps we can share adventure, a day of travels beyond my home of Doriath. I am sure my nadar and naneth would not mind if I was in the company of a man such as yourself. "


Merlin-- Greetings, my child. A dream is often a glimpse of what is yet to come, for the spirits weave their thoughts, and those who receive such visions are then compelled to do their bidding, even though they are unaware of the forces that are at work. “This staff” - holding it forward - “To many is just a piece of wood, but to a Wizard, it is so much more.  “It holds the power of the earth which can then be channelled, and amplified to great magic, and more than that, it is an extension of myself, for it does hold secrets and often a mind of its own.”

Luthien-- Luthien listened to his words as well as watched the gleam in his eyes. To her, it reflected that of the grand sun, aged and wise. The lines on his face told tales of a life lived in both laughter and tears. He himself was a timeless keeper of all, and she was quite drawn to him. As he held out his staff, she tilted her head curiously and noted the ancient scribes and engraved pictures that she could not decipher but smiled, knowing he knew what each one meant. My naneth practices in the arts as well, but she uses elements from the heart of the forest and words she told me she learned long ago. She is what is known as a Maia and fell in love with my nadar an elven long ago. They are a contrast to each other, a wondrous tale I hold in my heart. I think her Maia spirit lives stronger in my own, though. She loved to explore; wanderlust was in her vanguard heart. "She took a step closer to Merlin and spoke in a gentle voice. "May I touch it, Merlin? There are times when, with objects as well as nature, I have visions of the past. Tales they hold."


Merlin--  “You speak of beings and races I know a little of, in other worlds beyond the boundaries of this world there lie lands not so different from this one, with beings that some would think as Gods, were they to see them. You have power passed from your parents, and no doubt some abilities that may yet not have come to fruition.  One must learn to harness the power they have been bestowed upon them, and not use it to their own advantage. If one can attune themselves to nature and all life that is around them, then the power will grow and stay in check, keeping the all important balance of things.”

- Looking to the staff with his eyes, he made the gesture and added - “Go ahead, to some it will be just a piece of carved wood, but to others, at times, they feel the odd tingle of its power.”


Luthien--  The words Merlin spoke held more truth than she wondered, even though he knew. She was still rather young, and her gifts flowed inside of her like trickles of sparkling rain. She had prayed to the Valar for guidance, and her naneth taught her daily how to hone her gifts. But she also told the young lass that each one is different for every elven, let alone Maia and she herself must have patience and seek her own spirit for guidance. She knew he was not of her lands and perhaps did not know of their ways.  

But somehow she felt she could seek his counsel, and he would understand and teach her his ways. Magick was universal for the most part, and Merlin seemed confident in all he knew. He reminded her of her nadar in many ways. Quiet and wise, with a wealth of knowledge engraved in his soul. 

As he offered to allow her to touch his staff, she slowly smoothed her soft fingers over the hilt and shivered as she felt a burst of light, memory, and muffled voices but was shrouded in a misty haze. Luthien gasped and nearly jumped back, but she felt his soul almost weave into her own. "Your life," she said softly. "It has been paved by a very pebbled, windy road. And still, you stand bravely and trust even me, whom you do not know. " Luthien bowed her head. "I welcome you to Doriath as an honorable guest, and if you see fit in your heart. I believe we can learn much from each other. "




 
Isolde~Sidhe~🍀

Feb 12th 2024 - 4:39 PM


Mystery and Magic

    

It was a brilliant morning for a ride, the Hawthorne were in white bloom along the hedges and the nightingale sang from the branches. Isolde noted that the summer solstice would soon be upon them. Pastures were a patchwork, displaying every hue of green, and the Celtic queen beamed with pride, as she knew Merlin would be drinking in the mystery, and magic of it.

Pasture and fields slowly gave way to a hillier terrain, still with hints of wildflowers, and mossy carpet reminding Isolde of the earthy floor near the woods and seacoast at Dunlace. But there was no ocean, only foothills in the shadows of a majestic mountain.
“I am Sebastian,” the monk turned to say, after riding silently before them for so long.
“The Abbess visits the shrine of Our Lady almost every day. It is up here a jaunt. Follow me, we are almost there.”

Isolde looked over at Merlin and opened her eyes wide. She didn’t suppose the man meant, a goddess, she had heard that the Christians had their revered women. They weaved their horses slowly between rocks and a stream, which flowed between two hills and nestled into a bushy gap.

There, Brigid knelt before a stone statue praying. Slowly, she lifted her head, rose, and turned, smiling at Isolde and Merlin.

“Good morning! Sebastian has done a grand job of finding me!” To which he looked down and blushed.

“He knows this is my special place!” she smiled. “Come down from your horses, and I’ll show you around!”

Brigid motioned for us to walk along the stream for a way, bending to touch and admire what was left of purple, pink, and white spring blossoms along the path that bordered the gently running stream….

                                           

Then she stopped and looked down at Isolde’s booted foot.

“Ahhhh……you are stepping on them!” Isolde stared at her feet. A wrinkle came to her brow.

“On what, Brigid?”
“Oh…..but on the shamrocks, of course!” She bent; her fingers ran over the plants until she chose one to show her friends.

Merlin adored the three-leaved plant, and because of that Isolde thought of it as a treasure.

“The three leaves help us learn about Christianity.” As she talked she touched each leaf with the adoration.

“The Father is Our God. He is invisible, yet he devised a wonderful plan for humankind. He loves us. He lives in Heaven; one day, we will too if we love him back. “
Touching the next leaf, she said. The Son is our Lord. God the Father gave him lots to do. They made everything. They made us, the sky, the earth, the water, and everything in it. The Son, Jesus Christ came to earth to tell us how merciful and forgiving the Father is so we would love Him.

This last leaf is the Spirit. He is given to us if we believe. He helps and guides us to love.” Twirling the plant in his fingers he then said. All are One. The Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. All of one mind, one being.

Then, turning to them Brigid smiled saying…. “That is Christianity.”

They made their way back to the shrine. Brigid knew why they had come.

The statue of the Lady reminded Isolde of some of the holy shrines her people had built to honor their gods. She stood looking at it for a long time.

“She is Our Lady”, milady,” Brigid said. “Our Mother. The Mother of Our Lord” she added.

Then she frowned. “Some of our people forget her,” “Why would they forget her?” asked Isolde.

“Some Christians only remember Our Lord Jesus Christ because he is God.”

“Why do you remember her?” Isolde blurted, happy for the chance to learn.

“Our Lady said “Yes” to God. The Holy Spirit overshadowed her, and she became pregnant with Jesus. She knew Him best.”

Now she was the Priestess, an aura came over her like a veil.
Isolde could feel the adoration Brigid had for this Lady….
and Isolde knew her name was Mary.
                                                          



Merlin *The first and original*
Merlin *The first and original*

Feb 18th 2024 - 2:54 AM


Merlin listened as Brigid spoke of Christianity and how they worshipped their God. Of course he knew a little about it, for he had been around a long time, and in his teachings he was always careful to understand and respect other faiths, for that is the basis of peace, but unfortunately, it is also a basis of prejudice, and often led to mistrust and ultimately wars.  He saw this when the Romans came, for they brought their Gods with them and tried to convert the native Britons away from their beliefs, but then in turn, they too were influenced by Christianity and started to adopt many of the teachings that it had to offer.

 

“It is interesting,”  Merlin said. “That you speak of these three spirits, and the relation this leaf has with your teachings.  Three has been adopted by many races and faiths in the past.  For here in Ireland, the old faiths look towards the Triple Goddess - The Maiden, The Mother and the Crone - The Queen of the Tuatha de Danaan, was a fertility deity and one of the three goddesses known as the ‘Sovereignty of Ireland. Also a warrior goddess who could shape-shift from maiden to hag.” He said, looking at Isolde, and then went on. “There have also been pockets of races where they linked the  triple Goddess to the three phases of the  moon.  The waxing moon represents the Maiden, the full moon represents the Mother and the waning moon represents the Crone. Like your Shamrock, they too have an item that they hold in their hearts to remind them of the Goddess - The Triske, which this symbol has various meanings in their culture. Some people believe that the three spirals represent the three elements of earth, water, and air. Others believe that the symbol represents the three aspects of the Triple Goddess in Celtic mythology: maiden, mother, and crone. There are also some that regard it as the three worlds. The present physical realm, the spirit world of ancestors, and the celestial world of the sun, moon, stars and planets. So you see, they too regard the number three important to their faith.” He the tightend his lips and looked deep in thought.

  “I will not go into it, but there are also ancient Greek followings and Asian races that also hold three important and indeed have teachings relating to -the three-” He said. “So it is not something new, and I would say it is something that goes way back and forces unknown to us have carried this through the ages.”


 
Isolde~Sidhe~🍀

Feb 7th 2024 - 12:27 PM


They sat on a bench outside their cottage together, with a mug of mead. The mass had started them talking and Isolde was surprised at how aroused the wizard had become. It was true that he seemed to be searching for something…truly it was a long, weary boat ride across the ocean from his world….and yet, she knew how fiercely loyal he was to the” old ways” just as she.

“The belief is not so bad, Merlin. Their God seems loving and wise enough…..a super god kind of? All of our spirits in one? …and He teaches people to love one another….”

She put it to her friend just as a monk, holding three horses approached. Looking up into his face Isolde noted that he was coming to talk to them. “Milady, Queen….Sir?...The Abbess has asked me to invite you to ride Into the hills. She is waiting for you there…..?” Isolde looked to Merlin hoping he would agree. She loved nothing more than to ride, and she knew they were in the shadows of the mountains.

“Come, Merlin, you will enjoy the ride.”



Isolde~Sidhe~🍀

Feb 6th 2024 - 7:38 AM




“The bright flame that burned
 In Kildare’s holy fane
And gleamed through long ages
Of darkness and storm…”
~Thomas Moore


Seven young women stood solemn, adoring the eternal flame at the ritual site under the sacred Oak Tree. Thin veils covered their faces and trailed long against their plain robes. One priestess offered a small piece of wood to the fire pit before following the others out and into the adjacent oratory.

Just years before, this place, was known to Celtic pagans as, Knockaulin (founded by Ciaran). The shrine’s flame served to adore, Brigid; daughter of Dagda, father of the Tuatha de Dann tribe. This Brigid was Goddess of fire, healing, poetry, music, agriculture, the hearth, and fertility. She was sometimes referred to as Mother Earth. Worshippers of her were widespread, throughout Celtic Ireland.

Now, Brigid, daughter of Brocca, a Christain Pic slave, and Dubhath, Cheiftan of a Leinster clan, claimed the land for her monastery and made it a place of religion and learning.

Behind the stone altar, Brigid stood, as a gentle beam of sunlight streamed and rested around her red-gold hair. It was braided around her head, while frizzy curls framed her determined forehead. In her fingers she held an adored silver chalice, which Patrick had gifted her with, when he, mistakenly consecrated her, Bishop of Kildare. Only men were priests in the Christian world.

Closing her eyes she began to pray:

Oh God, who through adoption
Chose us to be children of Light
That we may not be wrapped in the darkness
But always be seen to stand
In the bright light of Truth
Through our Lord Jesus Christ, Your Son
Who lives and reigns with you
In unity with the Holy Spirit
One God, forever and ever.
Amen

Mass continued as it had every morning of the week since Brigid had the chapel built. Those present received the most holy sacrament called the Eucharist. All shared the body and blood of Christ.

Ten years prior she had received an unusual blessing from the legendary Bishop Patrick of Britain declaring her. Bishop of Cill Dara.(Church of the Oak Tree). Recently Rome had been informed and was not pleased. No other woman had been given the honor in all Christendom, and in fact, neither was it according to law. But then, Ireland did a lot of things that were backward in the eyes of Europe.

Brigid believed it was the Lord’s work. She believed He was calling her to reach those of the ancient religion, where many feminine gods were honored and loved.

After all, Danu was the creator over all was she not?




Isolde and Merlin woke early, broke their fast in the meal hall, and followed the others into the chapel.

Brigid was draped in robes which fairly covered her face, and never made eye contact with her congregation. It was as if she had entered a spiritual realm, as she had the aura of a goddess. Isolde wondered who this One God was, and who was his son, Jesus.
She wondered if Merlin knew. This might be a topic to discuss over another cuppa tea.


Isolde~Sidhe~🍀

Jan 26th 2024 - 1:07 PM


Meeting Brigid

 

So, Merlin rode with her in her cart drawn by two horses across the fields to her friend’s lands. As they drew near they could see small buildings and huts which served as simple homes for the residents. Many of them were passing through~ druids, priests and monks who had come from the continent or remote forests and towns in Ireland. And then there was a larger building that housed the priestesses, who were women religious who followed Brigid’s Way.

Isolde explained to Merlin that some were Christian, but not all. Many were pagans who studied earth science and explored the arts of music, calligraphy, literature, writing and paints. She pointed to one long house where these eccentrics were at work creating books and translating language. Her eyes sparked as she described the freedom these had in a country where there was freedom to read and learn.

As they neared the monastery, a good-sized chapel with a tall steeple stood. It was most definitely esteemed and the center of importance. Beside it was a humble, yet charming cottage with thatched roof that seemed to be their destination. The horses knew to stop beside the door, and Isolde looked to the wizard to read his reactions.

“This is where Brigid lives, Merlin. She is used to visitors, even as she is a private person. She often will retreat to the hills to be alone if it is that she wishes. I think she is home today,”

The small wooden door hung ajar. Isolde rose, climbed down from the cart, and motioned for Merlin to follow her. After tapping on the door, a pleasant voice answered her and then appeared. Brigid could have been Isolde’s sister. Her frizzy red curls, freckles, and bright emerald eyes…confirmed her Norse/ Celtic ancestry.

“Isolde! My dear friend! It has been a while since you visited!” Brigid grabbed the Queen’s hands and kissed them, while she winked at the gentle man at her side.

“You have not seen how we’ve grown!” she smiled proudly. Isolde laughed and looked at Merlin. “I brought an old friend, Brigid. This is Merlin, and he has come from Britannia. We met this morning in the Kildare Chapel, and he agreed to come with me to see you. I have been wanting to see the progress you have made here. Your parents had spoken about it to me in Wexford….and I know how happy you have been.”

They both looked at Merlin. Isolde knew Brigid would be wondering about him…she was just like that. 


Isolde~Sidhe~🍀

Jan 22nd 2024 - 3:52 PM



In Kildare



They moved down the road into the charming town of Kildare. It had built up so much since the last time Isolde had been there. Shops, parks, pubs, and even a library lined the main street which led away from the woods. They chatted as they walked catching up on their lives since last they were together. “It seems we used to get together more. It was mostly for the festivals,” Isolde laughed. “Beltaine in Camelot or Samhain in Tara, or along the seashore near Dunlace Castle. We do have so many amazing memories together, Merlin.”

They stopped in front of a café, with a sign advertising scones, sausage, eggs, and gravy. Isolde’s stomach growled and her eyes danced. “I like the looks of this place, my friend….” She peeked in the door and saw the wooden floors, booths, and a burning hearth…she grabbed the wizard’s arm and led him in…

”This is perfect, is it not? For two old friends to reminisce?” A smile came to her eyes. After ordering, the friends sat sharing stories and continued to be amazed that fate would bring them to this place, at this time. “I have a friend, a wee one, Merlin, who came to visit me last Spring from Mirkwood in Middle Earth.” Her eyes opened wide then, as she realized he would not have a clue what she was talking about.

“I mean a little princess who I entertained at Beltaine in Tara. I introduced her to all our friends…and she stayed most of the summer.” She hurried to explain. She looked at Merlin, who she was sure wasn’t interested in this small talk….and went quiet while she drank her tea.

“The priestess who spoke in the chapel today is a friend of mine.” She raised her head to stare into his grey-blue eyes…something had him puzzled, and she would wait till he was ready to talk.

Brigid is from a town in County Wexford, not far from my castle. I have known the family for years. Her father is a Celtic native, but her mother migrated here from Rome. She is Christian. Brigid studied religion from her mother and some druids in these parts. Now she has a small seminary where traveling monks, druids, priests, and nuns live. They are very learned.


 Maybe you would like to visit her? Are you staying long?”

                                                          

тiмε_тυяηεя™

Nov 5th 2023 - 3:45 PM


Hermion inclines her head, and curtsies. "Thank you, I loved it truly! I can't wait until we develop our own story, together!" She smiles. "I'm Hermione Granger, and it is the honour of a lifetime to meet the wonderful and great Merlin."
White Shadow

Jul 6th 2023 - 2:59 PM




           Have a lovely evening!
                    ~Gwenhwyfar x
                       

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