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19 August, 2005
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The Fey realm
Magical creatures and people who exist on the
edges of imagination and reality.
In the course of researching for novels, we writers
find out interesting things; hopefully they are interesting to others
as well. And this page is dedicated to that which has intrigued me
since before I can remember- the world of the Fairy. Not the sanitised
sugary image of butterfly winged creatures, but the dangerous realm
of otherworldly creatures where beauty and death lurk in equal measures.
In the course of researching my latest efforts (which you can see
some samples of HERE)
I've read some beautiful and interesting stories of those people who
live just beyond our vision. To some they are the People Under the
Hills, the Sidhe or the Seelie Court, but whoever they are known as
they bring magic in their wake. Would that a little of that magic
remain in our world.
Here is where I will work on sharing those morsels of information;
tales and legends that if we know it or not still effect the way we
look at our own realm.
I shall introduce you to some characters, share some stories, and
mull over some of the recurring themes of these stories. This shall
be a growing record.
Puck
Shakespeare did not invent this otherworldly trickster, he was already
part of European folklore. Just as he did with most things Will worked
with characters that his audience would already be familiar with.
Puck has been with us in various forms since before the beginning
of recorded history. He has gone by many various aliases like any
good Trickster; Pwca, Phouka, Phooka, and Robin Goodfellow. But in
all forms his is full of tricks and has a nasty habit of shapeshifting
as well. The Irish Pooka would in the shape of a horse lure traveller
onto his back and then take them on a hellish journey that would often
end with being dumped in the sea.
Before Shakespeare did his PR exercise on the Trickster, Pooka and
Robin Goodfellow were considered two different creatures.
Robin was generally considered a more benign creature.
Puck has been a hairy little hobgoblin, an old man, a creature with
the head of an ass, or a cute looking hobbit-like creature. Truly
he is a master of form and shape. But no matter what body he wears
he remains a Fairy to beware of.
The Green Man
Like
the Mother Goddess Image, the archetype of the Green Man is enduring
and powerful . He appears as a leaf covered figure, and although
seen as a pagan symbol oddly occurs most often in churches. The
small leafy face is often tucked away in small carvings on the ceiling,
probably nearly unnoticed by those good Christians below. He was
often shown as a head only surrounded by leaves, or indeed with
them fountaining from his mouth. He is a symbol of fertility and
luck, and was probably put there by masons wanting to hedge their
bets. He appears in many European cultures in various guises, in
Germany he is Blattqesicht, in France le Feuillou, and in Greece
his counterpart is Dionysus god of vegetation, wine and divine rapture.
This pagan divinity of rebirth, and the cycle of nature, has metamorphosed
as others have. In the Arthurian cycle he became the deathless Green
Knight that tormented Sir Gawain. His pact with the knight involved
the removing of heads which he could endure perfectly well, and
certainly much better than poor old Gawain.
The Green Man is the name given to one of the strongest forces of
nature, that made primitive man aware of his own mortality. Perhaps
knowing there is a cycle to all things made it easier for him, much
as it does to us today.

The Morrigan
The sound of a raven's call over the battlefield
was once enough to send fear into even the most fearsome of warriors-
for such a sound could only mean that the Morrigan, The Phantom
Queen was abroad.
The Morrigan was either a single deity, or could be part of a trio-
like many other Celtic deities. Macha and Badb were often her companions
in this triumvirate, meaning respectively 'battle' and 'fury'. She
was a powerful, and fickle goddess though- for she could both doom
and bless. As one of the Tuatha De Danan she helped overthrow the
Firbolgs, but also later she caused the death of Erin's greatest
hero Cú Chulainn. She had many forms either appearing as
the crow hovering over the battlefield, or the Washer at the Ford,
who washed the bloody clothing of those doomed to die in oncoming
battler- or even occasionally as the beautiful young maid, who through
her sex could bring success. Before the battle that secured Eiren
for the Tuath De Danan, she slept with the mighty Dagda, and aided
him in combat. So she had the power of both death and life in her
hands- both sides of the same coin- perhaps why she was so feared.
But even a goddess can be influenced by love. And when Morrigan
met the mighty Cú Chulainn, she lost herself, and offering
up herself to him more than probably expected him to be delighted.
Unfortunately the hero was not so clever and did not recognise who
she was. Morrigan like many other spurned women, turned a little
nasty at this point, condemning his wife Emer to remain childless.
She appeared as the Washer of the Ford to him, and then finally
forced him to break his geas, never to eat the flesh of a dog. Thus
Cú Chulainn was condemned to die.
Try reading Morgan Llewlyn's "On Raven's Wing" for a magnificent
tale about the Hound of Ulster and the Great Queen.

The Art of Froud
If ever one man has captured the essence of the Still Folk, it is
Brian Froud. He has produced several beautiful books on the subject,
as well as working on two of my favourite movies The
Dark Cyrstal and Labyrinth.
His wife Wendy does beautiful fairy sculptures, and also worked
on the same movies. Heck their son Toby was the baby in Labyrinth-
what a talented family.
If you want a visual peek into the unseen realm this is the place
to go. Click on the lady Shidhe to visit Froud's world.
Or click here
to see their fantastic Winter Child. (1.7Mb)
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