St. Brigid of Kildare

One of the major premises behind these web pages is that I will include only those things as I have actually either experienced them myself or as I use them in my magical work. This is where I have to admit that I've never met the triple goddess in any of my journeys. On the other hand St. Brigid is a long standing member of my council of wisdom. My father's family has been at least nominally Catholic since about 800 C.E. and I was baptised Catholic but I was never raised in the church so I'm somewhat mystified by the fact that she comes to me in the full garb as a nun. I have a feeling  that this realtionship actually dates back to a prior life.

Radiant flame of gold, noble foster-mother of Christ.

Bride the daughter of Dugall the brown,

Son of Aodh, son of Art, son of Conn,

Son of Crearar, son of Cis, son of Carmac, son of Carruin.

Every day and every night

That I say the genealogy of Bride,

I shall not be killed, I shall not be harried,

I shall not be put in cell, I shall not be wounded,

Neither shall Christ leave me in forgetfulness.

No fire, no sun, no moon shall burn me,

No lake, no water, nor sea shall drown me,

No arrow of fairy nor dart of fay shall wound me,

And I under the protection of my Holy Mary,

And my gentle foster-mother is my beloved Bride.

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