Meeting My Friend, and Maybe My Soulmate, Mis
In my first post, I briefly spoke about Mis (pronounced Mish) in my introduction of who I am. I mentioned her there, because we have seemed to wrap around each other and, to me, she is now part of myself. But, who is Mis? (Mis is pictured above in a piece of my art, as I see her, here with her first born.) Before I dig in, it is important to know how I met her.
As I mentioned last time, I met Mis through
and the course I am taking with her , “Mythic Body”. Jennifer and I had been digging into Samhain and I was immersed in crows, ravens and the Morrigan, a war goddess. I was dreaming of being her in her raven form encouraging people in my country to stand up against the tyranny that we seem to be sliding into. While I still agree that we need to stand up against tyranny, I knew that it wasn’t in my being to wish a greater turmoil filled with hatred to come over my country or the world. I am very much a peacenik and I didn’t want the intense darkness that I was feeling to take me over. In my next one on one with Jennifer I spoke about the fact that I had turned myself (Jennifer hadn’t led me that way) in the wrong direction and we turned our focus elsewhere.ENTER MIS
As we turned from the Morrigan, Mis came up in one of our discussions and Jennifer told me briefly about her. She piqued my interest and Jennifer told me she would send me more about her and she did! In the information, she included the audio of her telling Mis’s story. Mis goes mad! You could hear the horrible pain and, then, her healing. It broke me open. I sobbed in a way that I haven’t in over 20 years, with the death of my father. I still get teary eyed when I think of it or tell this story.
I sat with this story for a few weeks and began asking myself why she went mad.
IN BRIEF: HOW MIS WENT MAD
Mis was the beautiful daughter of King Daire Doidgheal of Britain. King Daire decided that he should conquer the Irish and so put together a war party and, bringing his lovely and lively daughter Mis, he traveled Ireland. When the time came for the battle, King Daire left Mis at camp with the other women and met with the opposing army. Everything was going great for King Daire’s army until Fionn Mac Cumhail arrived and he slaughtered King Daire and every member of his army.
When the women at the camp heard of the slaughter, they traveled to the battlefield and Mis began a desperate search for her father. She was crying as she looked at all the dead bodies. So many men she knew! Maybe she found her father’s decapitated head first or maybe she found his body first, with his ring of the king, but she found him. I’m sure that she howled like a wild animal before she began licking his wounds and drinking his blood. Was she licking the blood to try to heal all those places where the blood was seeping from or was she trying to take what was left of her father into herself, in her madness, to keep from losing him altogether? Either way, she went mad! Screaming and rising up into the air, she flew to the mountains in Country Kerry, Ireland.
So, Mis is mad. I’ll continue her story in my next post. Thank you so much for reading!