The Morrigan

The Morrigan I started working with The Morrigan when I was a baby Witchling around 20. She was the first Dark Goddess that I heard the call from. I ignored it because at the time I was silent, stagnate, and subservient. Gross 🤮 haha My Celtic blood that runs through these veins started to boil with the injustices that I swallows constantly. The abusive relationships I partook in.The verbal assault at work that was constant.The ignorance of my gifts and my warrior strength. I remember flipping through a book at the local shop in New Hope, PA and the pages stopped on this beautiful red head draped in black, a sword, and a Raven on her shoulder. I saw the name is all caps; THE MORRIGAN, and what I call now the spirit shivers came all over me and I heard, “Do you know my name?” I slammed the book shut and put it down. Thinking I was absolutely out of my mind I politely excused myself from the store. Three days later a crow showed up in my back yard cawing, which wasn’t too out of the ordi