The Celtic tales below are based on fragments of ancient myth that I have come across and some come from a place of remembrance deep within my soul. 

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In the time before remembering, there was only the sacred three. The land below, the sea around and the sky above. One day, the blue sea kissed the sandy shore with her sea-foam lips and not long after felt a storm arise in her vast belly. The storm raged for a eleven months until this divine union produced a white mare. Her name was Eiocha. She was a wonder to behold. The foal stayed beside her mother the sea, only leaving her side to graze upon the green land that was her father’s body. 

When Eiocha was fully grown, she ate seeds from the lord of the forest, the great Oak tree. These magical seeds grew quickly within her and one full moon, she gave birth to the god Cernunnos. So great was her pain in childbirth, that the moon took pity on her and gave her some silver light to ease her suffering. After the birth, the mare gave what was left to the sea, where it transformed into the giants of the deep who lived in the water under the waves. 

In time, Eiocha returned to the sea to be with her mother, where she transformed into Tethra, goddess of the deep water. Cernunnos was  lonely without his mother, so he coupled with the lady of the forest, the beautiful Silver Birch. From this pairing came the gods, Maponos, Tauranis, Teutates, and the goddess Epona. 

But the gods and goddess had no one to worship them, so they took wood from the lord and lady of the forest and from their bark they fashioned the first man and first woman. 

Cernunnos made animals such as the deer, the hound, the boar, the raven, the hare and the snake. Then he commanded the first trees to grow into vast forests to serve as a home for all his children. Epona the goddess made the horse, mare and stallion, in remembrance of Eiocha, who was no more. Teutates took limbs from the Yew tree and fashioned a bow and arrows, to shoot over land and sea. Tauranis made thunderbolts from fire and wind. He would throw them high into the sky to watch them light up the heavens. Maponos fashioned a harp from the first Ash tree. He spent his days making enchanted music that was carried by the four winds to all the corners of the earth. 

The giants of the deep saw the gods happy on the land and were envious, for they had nothing to command. So, they plotted to take the land from the gods and bring it to their domain under the water. But Tethra of the deep, heard their murmuring and told Cernunnos of their plan.

The gods were prepared the day the giants came against them. Tauranis hurled his fiery thunderbolts and the sea rushed into the great cracks in the earth. Teutates killed many of the giants with his deadly bow and arrows. Maponos played a tune on his harp that drove the giants back into the sea, where the goddess Tethra bound them in her deep waters. 

A few giants escaped to the edge of the world. They called themselves the Fomhoire and vowed that they would once again take the land from the gods but that is a tale for another day. 

New gods Belenus, his sister Danu and the god Lir were born on the land where the fiery pieces of the sky had mingled with the wild waters of the sea. Danu went on to bear many children, such as the Dagda, the fearsome Morrigan and the gentle Brighid. From Lir, would come the mighty Manannan, the beautiful Branwen and the wise Bran. 

The Children of Danu and the Children of Lir are the two mighty races the old songs and stories tell of. The Celtic people were born from their blood, their bones and their spirit. 


“Rowan is a natural storyteller. Every word is spoken with such heart that it evokes pure emotion and captivates you from start to finish”. (Michael Burdick)