Showing posts with label Mabinogion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mabinogion. Show all posts

Thursday, August 13, 2020

Following a map from a dream in the Mabinogion

 

Reading the great cycle of Welsh epics known as the Mabinogion with the eye of a dreamer, we can discern an ancient account from the British Isles of the technique I call dream reentry – going back inside a dream in a conscious journey.

What follows is a simple retelling of the central part of a wonder story from the Mabinogion called "The Dream of Macsen Wledig". King Macsen is the Emperor of Rome, and the dream woman who becomes his queen is Elen of Britain.

The King Who Dreams, and Reenters His Dream

A great king is out hunting with his men when he is overcome by the sudden urge to nap, under the heat of the sun. His men make a tent for him with their shields, set up on spears, on the slope beside the river, and once the king is away, floating rather than riding towards a mountain upstream that seems to touch the sky.

Beyond the mountain, he comes to a great plain, and beyond this a great harbor where he crosses a bridge made of ivory to board a ship that speeds him to a beautiful island in a Western sea. He surveys the whole land, and enters a castle where he finds two handsome young men playing a board game that is something like chess but has different plays and much greater stakes. Beyond them, a white-haired man with the air of majesty is enthroned in a chair with two eagles, fashioning new pieces for the game. In front of the royal game-maker is a woman who shines like the sun, lovely in her flowing white garment and red-gold clasps and armlets and necklaces, flashing with jewels. She rises to greet the traveler, and they are joined in an embrace that claims the king's heart. They fit together, as one, on her throne.

When the noise of the world pulls him out of his dream, the king's vital energy stays there. His soul has been claimed. He wants only to go back inside his dream and live with his beloved. His followers become troubled when he no longer joins their pleasures or speaks in their councils. When they confront him, warning him it is being said that the king is no longer fit to rule, the king tells his dream. The wise ones of the kingdom confer. They advise him to send his men out to search the world, for three full years, to find the woman of his dream. Perhaps the hope that she can be found will enable the king to keep enough of himself in the body to perform his duties. Nobody questions that the dream woman exists. She is somewhere, because the king finds her there whenever he dreams.

The searchers go out, and they fail in their mission. Now the advisers have a better idea: the seekers if the king returns to the place of his dream, and sets out from there in the direction he traveled in his dream, perhaps he will recognize the landmarks of his dream and they will take him to the lady who shines like the sun. The king delegates thirteen envoys to try this. They find the mountain that touches the sky, and the ivory bridge to the ship that takes him to the Western island, and the castle where young men play a game while a kingly man makes new pieces....and the woman who shines like the sun. She is not impressed by their rank and power. She will not go with them. If their king wants her, he most come and pay court to her himself.

So the king takes the road of his dream, and finds her sitting with her royal father as he makes pieces for the game that is no ordinary game. The golden-haired woman leaps into his embrace. They make love that night, and are married, and the king shares his power and his possessions with her as she directs.

 Just as she gave the king a road to her in his dreams, it is now the pleasure of this Lady of the Ways to make roads across the land. The has three castles built in different parts of Britain and has great causeways built between them. So she is called Ellen of the Ways.

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Scholars discuss the history that has been shapeshifted in this tale, and mostly agree that a Spanish general in the armies of Rome - one Magnus Maximus - most closely resembles Macsen, although there are huge differences between their careers. Caitlin Matthews helps us to swim in the deeps of this Celtic tale of a dreaming king in her splendid book King Arthur and the Goddess of the Land.

If we will only go deep enough into this story, we may discover, like the king, the way to bring soul back into the body and marry the worlds.    The map is inside the dream. Though the road brings love and healing and power in the physical world, the road moves through two worlds.

When the trackers, and then the king himself, go back to the place of the dream, they also practice dream reentry. The mountain as high as the sky is no worldly mountain; the bridge of ivory is no ordinary gangway. The most important part of the journey to the beloved of the soul - who is also a goddess of the land, and in this version the Sovereignty of Britain - is a dream journey.



Illustration: Ernest Charles Wallcousins (1883-1976), "Dream Maiden Visits Angus"

 

 

 

Sunday, January 8, 2017

Dream reentry in the Mabinogion

Reading the great cycle of Welsh epics known as the Mabinogion with the eye of a dreamer, we can discern an ancient account from the British Isles of the technique I call dream reentry – going back inside a dream in a conscious journey.
    What follows is a simple retelling of the central part of a wonder story from the Mabinogion called "The Dream of Macsen Wledig". King Macsen is the Emperor of Rome, and the dream woman who becomes his queen is Elen of Britain, perhaps even the goddess known as Elen of the Ways.

The King Who Dreams, and Reenters His Dream

A great king is out hunting with his men when he is overcome by the sudden urge to nap, under the heat of the sun. His men make a tent for him with their shields, set up on spears, on the slope beside the river, and once the king is away, floating rather than riding towards a mountain upstream that seems to touch the sky.
     Beyond the mountain, he comes to a great plain, and beyond this a great harbor where he crosses a bridge made of ivory to board a ship that speeds him to a beautiful island in a Western sea. He surveys the whole land, and enters a castle where he finds two handsome young men playing a board game that is something like chess but has different moves and much greater stakes. Beyond them, a white-haired man with the air of majesty is enthroned in a chair with two eagles, fashioning new pieces for the game.
    In front of the royal game-maker is a woman who shines like the sun, lovely in her flowing white garment and red-gold clasps and armlets and necklaces, flashing with jewels. She rises to greet the traveler, and they are joined in an  embrace that claims the king's heart. They fit together, as one, on her throne.
     When the noise of the world pulls him out of his dream, the king's vital energy stays there. His soul has been claimed. He wants only to go back inside his dream and live with his beloved. His followers become troubled when he no longer joins their pleasures or speaks in their councils. When they confront him, warning him it is being said that the king is no longer fit to rule, the king tells his dream.
      The wise ones of the kingdom confer. They advise him to send his men out to search the world, for three full years, to find the woman of his dream. Perhaps the hope that she can be found will enable the king to keep enough of himself in the body to perform his duties. Nobody questions that the dream woman exists. She is somewhere, because the king finds her there whenever he dreams.
      The searchers go out, and they fail in their mission. Now the advisers have a better idea. They will send scouts to the place where the king first dreamed of the woman who holds his heart. Starting from here, the scouts will try to identify landmarks from the dream that will guide them to the lady who shines like the sun.
      The king agrees to the plan and appoints thirteen men to be seekers in his cause. They are successful. Following the leads from the dream, from the place where the king entered it, the scouts find the mountain that touches the sky, and the ivory bridge to the ship that goes to the Western island, and the castle where young men play a game while a kingly man makes new pieces....and the woman who shines like the sun.
     But she is not impressed by the king's delegates, for all their show of rank and power. She will not go with them. If their king wants her, he most come and pay court to her himself.
      So the king takes the road of his dreams, and finds the lady sitting with her royal father as he makes pieces for the game that is no ordinary game. The golden-haired woman leaps into his embrace. They make love that night, and are married, and the king shares his power and his possessions with her as she directs. Just as she gave the king a road to her in his dreams, it is now the pleasure of this Lady of the Ways to make roads across the land.
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Scholars discuss the history that has been shapeshifted in this tale, and mostly agree that a Spanish general in the armies of Rome - one Magnus Maximus - most closely resembles Macsen, although there are huge differences between their careers. We should bear in mind (as the great French schola Maie-Louise Sjoestedt reminded us in Gods and Heroes of the Celts) that while some cultures view myths historically, the Celts tend to view history mythologically.
     If we will only go deep enough into this story,  we may discover, like the king, the way to bring soul back into the body and marry the worlds. The map is inside the dream. The road brings love and healing and power in the physical world, but it must be followed through two worlds.
     When the trackers, and then the king himself, go back to the place of the dream, they also practice dream reentry. The mountain as high as the sky is no worldly mountain; the bridge of ivory is no ordinary gangway. The most important part of the journey to the beloved of the soul - who is also a goddess of the land, and in this version the Sovereignty of Britain - is a dream journey.

Art: "The Dream Maiden Visits Angus" by Ernest Charles Wallcousins (1883-1976)

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Tracks of Ceridwen and Celtic heroes in Prague

Prague

There are four ways to enact and embody a mythic story, one of the kind that may be missing from history but are always going on. The first way is that of the Minstrel, the second is that of the King.
    The Minstrel roves and rambles, using humor and nudge-nudge suggestion to get some laughs and disguise the cutting edges of the tale. He reads aloud from a text couched in antique language that is hard for modern listeners to understand. The text seems to be an early translation from the Mabinogion or a similar Welsh source. It speaks of Ceridwen, whose name is spoken here as Ceri-dew. There are lines like, “Ceridew did hie after him with her besom”.
     I am eager for the King’s version, though this one will be darker. I do not recall the last two ways of engaging with the myth, but surely a Priestess will take charge at some point. And perhaps we will even hear from a poetic Mage.

Feelings: intrigued by this fresh invitation to dream archaeology.

Reality: It’s not really strange to dream into Celtic traditions on my first night back in Prague. There were large Celtic settlements – known as oppidums – in and around Prague in ancient times. The Celts came to Bohemia in the fifth century BC and a Celtic tribe, the Boli, gave Bohemia its name. There is a stone sculpture of a Celtic warrior head from Msecke Zehrovice, near Prague, in the Národní Muzeum, together with many other Celtic finds.
    One of the great shapeshifting stories from world mythology is the Welsh tale of Ceridwen’s pursuit of Gwion, the boy who swallowed the magic drops from a potion she was brewing in her cauldron of inspiration and intended for another. The wrathful witch-goddess hunts him as a hound chases a hare, as an otter goes after a fish, as a hawk pursues a bird in the air. At last the goddess swallows Gwion as a hen gobbles a seed of corn. Rebirthed as a beautiful radiant boy, he survives to become Taliesin, “Radiant Brow”, the inspired Poet-Mage.

Photo: "Stone sculpture of Celtic hero" by CeStu