Daily Draw June 28th, 2011
Two cards wanted to come out to play from the Celtic Tarot:
XVIII – THE MOON – SADBH
XVII – THE STAR – MILUCHRADH
There’s The Star again, I keep getting this card repeatedly across decks. That’s me with my two dogs on The Moon, hiding and fleeing in the dark.
I notice the tree growing out of the gold cup on The Star, like the tree has leaves of gold. She is quite bedazzled by that ring, but she doesn’t seem to notice there’s a tree with golden leaves growing out of a gold cup behind her. A reminder perhaps that all that glitters is not gold—literally—and that she is failing to notice what is really valuable.
I thought I’d better look up the details of these figures, and neither one is in my Encyclopedia of Celtic Mythology. I must try and hunt up a more comprehensive book on Celtic mythology to go with this great deck. (I did find an older used edition of the Dictionary of Celtic Mythology by James MacKillop that I have ordered.)
Sadbh was a young girl who was turned into a deer through enchantment. She was told to go to the castle of the Fianna, where the enchanter would no longer have power over her. As soon as she entered the castle she took her proper form again and Fionn mac Cumhail (Finn McCool, the coolest guy in town) fell in love with her and married her and she became pregnant. The two dogs on the card are Fionn’s dogs, who accepted her and didn’t harm her when she came to the castle.
Unfortunately, she was lured out of the castle by a vision of Fionn, and thinking he was really there she ran out to greet him and came to harm by her original enchanter who turned her back into a deer again and she ran off and was never seen again. Fionn kept searching for her for seven years and eventually came upon a wild boy who looked liked her and was their son, but never again was Sadbh seen herself.
Miluchradh a.k.a. Milucra was the goddess of Loch Doghra, the Lake of Sorrow. She was of the Sidhe, with beautiful white arms, and put a spell on Fionn because she was jealous that he had fallen in love with her sister. She lied and said she’d lost her special ring in the lake and Fionn jumped in to find it for her, and gave it back to her and she disappeared, and when he came out of the lake he had turned old. He eventually dug up a cup of gold with the help of his men, and drank from it and turned back into the vigorous younger man he was, but he hair was always grey after that. Where he threw the cup down, a tree grew and it was said that if you fasted and then looked at the leaves of the tree in the morning, you would know what would happen on that day.
I LOVE it, there is nothing like a good story in the morning. It does give me hope because there is a whole world of history and mythology and story out there that I am ignorant of. The light dawns every time I pull a card and knowledge and story are of benefit on any day; that is what is really valuable
I had a little ramble about cards and value on my other blog. I hesitated to post it because people take these criticisms as a personal attack. My comments are honestly detached observations about trends in tarot that are meaningless to me. I am interested in sociology and why trends take hold and such. Trends narrow the world, as anyone who has shopped for a short coat during a season for the fashion of long coats will know.
I like a short coat myself.