O Ceò Naomh | From Sacred Mist
A Priestess Training with Liv Mokai Wheeler
· April - October, 2023 ·
From Sacred Mist
Bless everything, and every one,
Of this little ship by my side;
Place the spiral of the Faeries/Wee Folk
In our hearts with the power of love,
Until we see the mounts of mist,
Oh until we behold mysteries
Flowing, from sacred mist.
The Great Melody of Life and the Aurora is becoming in me,
Mother who did create me at the beginning.
In my heart, I am looking and
My soul-calling, my remembrance-tune is
Strumming, singing, the time
To be going homewards, oh rite of initiation.
The prophecy that was divined, with reverence, together
We will create your next-seed, your honourable seat anew.
Bless everything, and every one,
Of this little ship by my side;
Place the spiral of the Faeries/Wee Folk
In our hearts with the power of love,
Until we see the mounts of mist,
Oh until we behold mysteries
Flowing, from sacred mist.
Twilight and lunar-light of the night is becoming in me,
In your own presence oh Goddess of life.
We shall ascend to the temple mount of mist, with care,
Uprightness and sincerity, lily of the valley.
From sea to wave, every river mouth, and every base of waterfall
Through threshold-stone, every star and fate, dancing,
Seeing, on the dragon-line and the wing of your glory
With goodly progress and their gentle blessing.
Bless everything, and every one,
Of this little ship by my side;
Place the spiral of the Faeries/Wee Folk
In our hearts with the power of love,
Until we see the mounts of mist,
Oh until we behold mysteries
Flowing, from sacred mist.
Heart-peace and merit is becoming in me,
Oh, teacher returning me to truth, eternally.
From lake to crystal, past every foxglove,
Past every gatekeeper and every guardian,
I am arriving at your devotion-gates…
Oh how they are pulsating, flowing, always
Unfathomable, a vision true and bountiful.
I would offer my soul-journey to you with love and music.
Bless everything, and every one,
Of this little ship by my side;
Place the spiral of the Faeries/Wee Folk
In our hearts with the power of love,
Until we see the mounts of mist,
Oh until we behold mysteries
Flowing, from sacred mist.
O Ceò Naomh
Beannaich gach ni, agus gach aon,
Ta ’s an soitheach beag ri m’ thaobh;
Cuir snìomhan na Sìthean
Nar cridhe le buaidh bàidh,
Gun am faic sinn na beanntan a cheò,
O gun am feuch sinn rùintean-dìomhair
A’ sruthadh, o ceò naomh.
Òran Mòr is Na Fir-chlis mar is iul,
A mhàthair a chruthaich mi air tus.
Nam chridhe, tha mi ag amhrac agus
Tha mo ghairm-anam, mo phort-cuimhne
A’ diasganaich, a’ seinn, an t-àm
A bhith a’ dol a dhachaigh, o deas-ghnàth inntrigidh.
Am frìth gun do dh’fhàisnich, le urram, ri chèile
Cruthaichidh sinn ath-fhras, d’ àite-suidhe ceart às ùr.
Beannaich gach ni, agus gach aon,
Ta ’s an soitheach beag ri m’ thaobh;
Cuir snìomhan na Sìthean
Nar cridhe le buaidh bàidh,
Gun am faic sinn na beanntan a cheò,
O gun am feuch sinn rùintean-dìomhair
A’ sruthadh, o ceò naomh.
Glòmadh is solas na h-oidhche mar is iul,
A d’ lathair fhèin a Bhan-dia nan dui.
Èirichidh sinn ri beinn-theampall a cheo, le ùidh,
Treibhdhireas is fìreantachd, lili nan lòn.
Bho mhuir gu tonn, bun gach allt, agus bonn gach steallt
Tro leac-ùrlarach, gach reult is dàn, a’ dannsa,
A’ sealltainn, air an lìn-dhreugan is sgiath do ghloir
Le piseach maith agus am beannachd mallt.
Beannaich gach ni, agus gach aon,
Ta ’s an soitheach beag ri m’ thaobh;
Cuir snìomhan na Sìthean
Nar cridhe le buaidh bàidh,
Gun am faic sinn na beanntan a cheò,
O gun am feuch sinn rùintean-dìomhair
A’ sruthadh, o ceò naomh.
Fois-chridhe is airidh mar is iul,
O, a thidseir m’ thilleadh gu còir, gu sìorraidh.
Tro loch gu èiteag, seachad gach lus nam ban-sìth,
Seachd gach glèidheadair-geata is gach neach-glèidhidh,
Tha mi a’ ruigsinn gu do gheatan-athamas…
O mar a tha iad a’ frith-bhualadh, a’ sruthadh, an-còmhnaidh
Do-rannsaichte, seallan fhioir nach gann.
Thabhaichinnsa mo thuras-anam air ur son le gaol is ceòl.
Beannaich gach ni, agus gach aon,
Ta ’s an soitheach beag ri m’ thaobh;
Cuir snìomhan na Sìthean
Nar cridhe le buaidh bàidh,
Gun am faic sinn na beanntan a cheò,
O gun am feuch sinn rùintean-dìomhair
A’ sruthadh, o ceò naomh.
Inspired, in part, by verses in Am Beannachdh Bealltain (73), The Beltane Blessing, found in Carmina Gadelica, Volume One, collected by Alexander Carmicheal