The Cailleach of Scotland & Ireland ~ Origins in Malta?

What follows is an extract from my book The Visions of the Cailleach (Sorita d’Este & David Rankine, Avalonia, 2009) in which we bring together the history. folklore and other myths related to the Cailleach, the giant “Crone” of Scotland and Ireland.  In the book we trace the origins of the Cailleach to the Iberian peninsula, but we also speculate that the Cailleach might have origins going back to the mysterious “sleeping giantess” of Malta.  As our theory seems to be getting quite a bit of attention in some circles at the moment and I am being asked about it repeatedly, I thought it would be apt to reproduce a short extract from the book here for those who are interested in some of our reasoning, though please note that some of it should be read within the context of the book where more of her history is discussed.

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A Maltese Origin? 

(Extract from Visions of the Cailleach, by Sorita d’Este and David Rankine)

If we look back prior to Herodotus in the fifth century BCE, in search of the earliest origins of the Cailleach, we are left with speculating around the similarities in symbols and motifs in order to find clues.  Tracing such motifs led us to the legends from Malta regarding the Neolithic megalithic structures there, believed to be the oldest in the world. The Neolithic Ggantija (from the Maltese word meaning giant) temples on the island of Gozo were built between 3600-3000 BCE and legend tells us that the temples were built overnight by a giantess called Sansuna.  She was also said to have carried the dolmen at Xaghra (also on Gozo) on her head, whilst carrying the supporting stones in her hands.[i]  This dolmen has a long history of use as a delivery stone by expectant mothers.

This motif of megalithic structures being built in a very short period of time by a giantess is found repeatedly in stories of the Cailleach.  It is thus likely that in these legends from Gozo that we may be looking at a possible early origin for the Cailleach, at the heart of the building of the first known megalithic temple.  The builders of the Maltese temples disappeared without a trace around 2300 BCE, so we can only speculate as to what happened to their knowledge and beliefs subsequently. It is very tempting to suggest that some of the Maltese temple builders may have travelled across the Mediterranean and settled in Spain, taking their legends with them.

[i] Prehistoric Medicine in Malta, Savona-Ventura & Mifsud, 1999.

More information on this book see http://avaloniabooks.co.uk/catalogue/celtic-myth-folklore/visions-of-the-cailleach

Visions of the Cailleach is available both in print edition, and as a Kindle eBook.

 

New Year & Book Offers

Greetings Friends and fellow Mystics,

This is just a quick note to let you all know of some awesome special offers on a number of titles, including several by myself and David Rankine, currently available from the Avalonia publishing website - http://avaloniabooks.co.uk/bundle-offers

Its been a busy few weeks, with all the various holidays.  Our now four-year old son demanded a lot of our time, drawing us away from our writing and other work into the woods (he loves walking and is missing the garden he grew up with in Wales!) and the occasional Santa’s Grotto of course too!  Its back to school today and with that back to work for me and David as we get ready for what is set to be an absolutely amazing year packed full of wonderful research and writing projects, as well as a return to teaching again since 2008, when we stopped taking on new students.

I was surprised, but also delighted (of course) that all places on my homestudy courses were fully booked before I was able to announce it in public.  New courses, and further places being announced in the Summer – so please keep an eye out for that if you are interested.

May 2012 bring you much joy, happiness and health!

xx Blessings, Sorita d’Este

Hymn to Horus – Mathilde Blind (1841-1896)

For those who adore Horus in all his glory, this sweet Hymn from the 1800′s will hopefully be appreciated!

Hymn to Horus

Hail, God revived in glory!

The night is over and done;

Far mountains wrinkled and hoary,

Fair cities great in story,

Flash in the rising sun.

Behold the Dawn uncloses

The shutters of the night;

The Waste and her oases

Blossoms a rose of roses

Beneath thy rose-red light.

Hail, golden House of Horus,

Lap of heaven’s holiest God!

From lotos-banks before us

Birds in ecstatic chorus

Fly, singing, from the sod.

Up, up, into the shining,

Translucent morning sky,

No longer dull and pining,

With drooping plumes declining,

The storks and eagles fly.

The Nile amid his rushes

Reflects thy risen disk;

A light of gladness gushes

Through kindling halls, and flushes

Each flaming Obelisk.

Vast Temples catch thy splendour;

Vistas of columns shine

Celestial, with a tender

Rose-bloom on every slender

Papyrus-pillared shrine.

In manifold disguises,

And under many names,

Thrice-holy son of Isis,

We worship him who rises

A child-god fledged in flames.

Hail, sacred Hawk, who, winging,

Crossest the heavenly sea!

With harp-playing, with singing,

With linen robes, white clinging,

We come, fair God, to thee.

Thou whom our soul espouses,

When weary of the way,

Enter our golden houses,

And, with thy mystic spouses,

Rest from the long, long way.

 

Mathilde Blind (1841 – 1896)