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Post by Senbecc on Apr 9, 2006 16:10:13 GMT -5
The Nine Hazels of Wisdom:
I am not a boy, I am not a man, I am not a child in learning. The mysteries of the gods have given me great rewards. I am Abcán, a sage of learning, I am a poet from the Well of Segais. Senbecc is what I am called, I am the son of the son of Ebrecc, I am a dweller from the Síde. I have traveled the streams of imbas, I have eaten the fruit of nine hazels, Fair is the wisdom that flows from the Boyne.
I am the child of poetry, Poetry, child of reflection, Reflection, child of meditation, Meditation, child of lore, Lore child of research, Research child of great knowledge, Great knowledge, child of intelligence, Intelligence, child of understanding, Understanding, child of wisdom, Wisdom, child of the three gods of Danu.
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Post by KittyLane on Apr 10, 2006 11:32:59 GMT -5
***claps hands*** ;D
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Post by Senbecc on Apr 10, 2006 17:37:37 GMT -5
"Senbecc" was the name of one of the Tuatha de Danann's poets who spent a good deal of time searching for Imbas from the well of Segais on the banks of the Boyne, and was captured by Cú Chulainn. Senbecc eventually gets away by playing 3 various notes on his harp...As many bards not only sung poetry, but were musicians as well. With the first note struck the "wailing stream" made Cú Chulainn wail uncontrollably, secondly he played the laughter stream which caused Cú Chulainn to bend in laughter, lastly he played a sleeping stream with which Senbecc was able to escape. While at the well of Segais Senbecc drank from the 5 streams that are said to flow outward from these 9 Hazels, and that is how he received Imbas and found himself reciting the top 1/2 of the above poetry. Most of the information surrounding the well of Segais including the above seems to hint to us that it is the five basic senses of the body which connect us to the dúile and the knowledge of the world. The Ogham are used to divide this knowledge into 5 "aicme" just as Ireland is divided into fifths. I don't have allot of time now, since I'm working on advertising, but next time I get a chance we can discuss Senbecc's names for each of the nine Hazels of wisdom.
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Post by Senbecc on Apr 14, 2006 1:52:26 GMT -5
Teehee...Teeheehee
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Post by Episcopagan on Apr 18, 2006 21:40:38 GMT -5
Very interesting - from Graves (The White Goddess) we see ogham correspondances on the hand - which would work with your fifths above. Tell us more! Tell us more! Hazel: Coll (IIRC) and "I am a salmon in a deep pool."
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Post by Senbecc on Apr 20, 2006 18:05:25 GMT -5
Very interesting - from Graves (The White Goddess) we see ogham correspondances on the hand - which would work with your fifths above. Tell us more! Tell us more! Hazel: Coll (IIRC) and "I am a salmon in a deep pool." The name of the nine Hazels according to Searls O'Dubhain are: Sall: Dirt; a prop? a post or beam Fall: Satire; an enclosure; a ring; circut; a spot Fuball: Filth? a moving land? a course; a decisson Finnam: bright stone/ time? Fonnam: foundation song/ time? ground song Fofuigell: (under? in the process of?) speech, discourse; a judgement Crú: blood, gore, inheritence, an enclosure Crínam: whithered and decayed; old time? Cruanbla: A crimson plain; lawn or feild
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Post by Senbecc on May 12, 2006 14:37:28 GMT -5
One day, Cú Chulainn was in his chariot, with Láeg son of Riangabar, on the banks of the Boyne. He was performing the feat of the nine heroes, killing the salmon of Lind Feic, when he saw a tiny man, dressed in purple, travelling up the Boyne in a little bronze boat which didn’t need rowing. Cú Chulainn picked him up, boat and all, in one hand.
‘I’ve got you,’ he said.
‘Then I shall offer you a ransom to let me go,’ said the little man. ‘Take my cloak and my shirt, which fit any man, be he large or small. Anyone who wears them will never be drowned or burned. They will suffer no damage, and neither will the wearer, and they can be whatever colour you want.’
‘They’re mine already,’ said Cú Chulainn, and refused to let him go.
‘Then take my spear - if you carry it you will never be beaten in combat - and my shield - if it protects you you will never be wounded.’
‘They’re mine already,’ said Cú Chulainn, and refused to let him go.
‘You drive a hard bargain,’ said the little man.
‘What’s that you have with you?’ asked Cú Chulainn.
‘That’s my little harp,’ he replied. ‘shall I play it for you?’
‘I’d like that,’ said Cú Chulainn.
So he ran his fingers over it, and played a tune so melancholy that Cú Chulainn couldn’t stop crying. Then he played a tune so merry that he couldn’t stop laughing. And then he played a tune so soothing that Cú Chulainn fell into a deep sleep, and Senbecc, the grandson of Ebrecc from Segais, went home.
This short tale comes from the late 14th Century Stowe MS No 992.
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