|
 |
 |
|
y virtue of a beautiful hit song written by Stevie Nicks and performed by Fleetwood Mac, perhaps no Welsh goddess is more famous than Rhiannon. The figure behind the song glows with power and inscrutable mystery. She defies the power wielded over her, and is also subjected to it, but through it all she has a dignity that no storyteller can wipe away. | |
 |
 |
|
Rhiannon first appears to the reader of myth mounted on a white horse, and she continues to be associated with horses throughout her myth. Scholars point to parallels between her and the Roman/Gaulish horse-goddess, Epona.
Rhiannon appears to the prince of Dyfed, whose name is Pwyll, and his friends as they sit on a magical mound near his stronghold. Although she seems to be riding slowly, the company of men cannot catch her however fast they ride. After two encounters with her, Pwyll calls out to her in frustration, begging her to stop and talk to him "for the sake of the man whom you love best".
Rhiannon duly reins in her horse and waits for Pwyll to catch up. She explains to him that she is Rhiannon, daughter of Hefeydd the Old, and that she has been betrothed to a man against her will. The man whom she truly loves, she confesses, is Pwyll himself. If Pwyll will consent to marry her, she is willing to defy her father and meet Pwyll in a year and a day's time, so that they may be married.
Pwyll, astonished, agrees immediately, and after a year and a day, their wedding takes place. Pwyll overflows with joy at his wedding feast, and perhaps drinks a bit too much. An auburn-haired stranger takes advantage of this by begging a boon from Pwyll, and Pwyll, feeling magnanimous, tells the unknown fellow to name his boon.
The stranger turns out to be Gwawl ap Clud (Light, son of the river Clyde), the very man to whom Rhiannon had been betrothed before marrying Pwyll. He gleefully asks that Rhiannon be given to him in marriage in a year's time.
"Never did a man make worse use of his wits than you have done," remarks Rhiannon observing Pwyll's mistake. Pwyll, bound by his word as a ruler, cannot withdraw his boon, but Rhiannon reassures him that she has a plan.
A year later a wedding feast is prepared for Rhiannon and Gwawl. Rhiannon endures a seat by Gwawl's side, waiting for Pwyll to fulfill his part of her plan. Pwyll enters the great hall disguised as a beggar, and begs a boon of Gwawl. "What might that be?" Gwawl asks.
"I am poor," Pwyll explains. "What I ask is for my bag to be filled with food."
Gwawl cannot see any reason why not, and orders his men to fill the bag with food. The bag is an enchanted bag prepared by Rhiannon, and no matter how much food goes into it, it never becomes full. Gwawl, perplexed, asks the beggar why this is. "Oh, my bag is enchanted," Pwyll responds. "It will only become full after a royal man treads upon the food with his feet."
"Do as the man asks," Rhiannon advises Gwawl.
"Very well," Gwawl agrees, and puts both feet into the bag.
Pwyll swiftly encloses Gwawl in the bag, and summons his followers to kick the closed bag and hit it with clubs. Rhiannon's father, Heyfydd the Old, intervenes on Gwawl's behalf and prevents Pwyll from killing him. Forced to relinquish his claim to Rhiannon, and to give sureties against returning for revenge, Gwawl returns to his own country to heal his wounds.
Rhiannon's marriage to Pwyll, though, will not be an easy one. After three years, the people of Dyfed become impatient, since Rhiannon has borne no children. They petition Pwyll to find another wife, but Pwyll asks for a year's delay.
Before the end of the year, Rhiannon gives birth to a son. The serving-women who watch over the newborn boy fall asleep, and when they awake, the child is gone. Fearful of the wrath of Rhiannon and Pwyll, they decide to create a ruse to save themselves: killing a litter of puppies, they smear blood on Rhiannon's hands and face, and leave torn flesh and bones by her side. Raising a loud outcry, they awaken Rhiannon and accuse her of eating her son.
Rhiannon protests that she has done nothing of the sort, but the court Druids, unable to tell the bones of a puppy from those of a child, condemn Rhiannon for murder. Pwyll still refuses to send her away, but she is made to do penance for seven years. She must sit by a horse-block outside the Arberth gate and offer to carry all visitors up to court on her back. Fortunately, very few such visitors ever agree to let her carry them.
In the meantime, one of Pwyll's vassals, Teyrnyon Twryv Vliant, finds an abandoned baby boy at his door. He brings the boy to his wife, and the couple raise him as their own, naming him Gwri Golden-Hair. As the boy grows older, Teyrnyon realizes that he looks just like Pwyll, lord of Dyfed. He and his wife both agree that this must be the son which Rhiannon mysteriously lost on the day he was born.
Teyrnyon takes the boy to Arberth, and tells the story to Rhiannon and Pwyll. As soon as the people at court see the boy, they are convinced that the lost prince has indeed been found, and Rhiannon and Pwyll adopt him with great relief. The chief Druid at court, Pendaran Dyfed, gives him a new name -- Pryderi. Pryderi means "trouble", and it was the first word Rhiannon uttered upon hearing the boy's story: "Trouble, indeed, is finally done for me, if this be true."
Rhiannon has a deep association with horses. This is something that the storytellers never deal with explicitly, but it is always there -- she approaches Pwyll on horseback; she is made to carry visitors on her back as punishment; and the birth and disappearance of her son is somehow magically linked to the birth and disappearance of a foal. Later on, after Pwyll passes on and she marries her son's comrade Manawyddan ap Llyr, she has another brush with horse-nature. While imprisoned with Pryderi at the court of Llwyd ap Kil Coed, she is forced to wear a halter around her neck.
Elsewhere in the Mabinogion, Rhiannon is described as the mistress of three marvellous birds, whose song can wake the dead and lull the living to sleep. |
**~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~**
Bubona [BOO-ba-na] - Scottish
Epona [Ey-PONE-ah] - Gaul
Eponae [Ey-PONE-ay] - Roman (especially called upon by Roman cavalry)
Lady Godiva - English legend
Mare [MAH-ray] - Irish (source of the term nightmare)
Rigatona/Rigantona - Gaul/Italic
Vivienne - Breton (escorted Arthur to Avalon) |
 "Wealth" (Rhiannon) Lisa Hunt Shapeshifter Tarot |
**~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~**
White Horse of Uffington, UK
Ride A Cockhorse
Ride a cockhorse to Banbury Cross to see a fine lady upon a white horse, With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes she shall have music wherever she goes.
~ Anglo-Celtic Nusery Rhyme
Rhiannon written by Stevie Nicks
Rhiannon rings like a bell thru the night And wouldn't you love to love her She rules her life like a bird in flight And who will be her lover...
All your life you've never seen A woman--taken by the wind Would you stay if she promised you heaven Will you ever win...
She is like a cat in the dark And then she is the darkness She rules her life like a fine skylark-- And when the sky is starless--
All your life you've never seen-- A woman--taken by the wind Would you stay if she promised you heaven Will you ever win...
Dreams unwind. Love's a state of mind.
|
 Rhiannon Susan Seddon Boulet Goddesses Knowledge Cards |
Rhiannon
Amy Sophia Maranshinsky from The Goddess Oracle I wasn't certain Afterall, my face had blood on it All fingers pointed to me Could I have killed him My infant son My own In my sleep I was accused And found guilty And I doubted myself For seven long years I played horse to my lord husband Pwyll's guests Carrying them into court Carrying them out again And the times were many when I doubted myself That because I was from the Other World Anything was possible

Song to Rhiannon Rowen Saille
Sing golden birds bring ease to troubled souls. Sing of Rhiannon Great Queen of old.
Carry my burden. Ease my woes. Heal me with laughter. Bring crisis to close.
A cycle in yourself You guide my life steps. Mother of fertility and death You bring peace.
Sweet song of Rhiannon comfort my soul. Ease grief and self-doubt make my heart whole.
**~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~**
Colors: white, silver, gold Moon phase: waning Animals: horse, bird Herbs/Flowers: Jasmine, evergreens, any white flower Stones: moonstone, quartz crystal Aspects: leadership, movement, change, death, fertility, crisis, magic for women, protection, strength and truth in adversity, dreams Wheel of the Year: Willow moon (Saille): April 15 - May 12 Ivy moon (Gort): September 30 - October 27
**~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~**
Horse Wand
Purpose: To heal grief, loss, or disappointment. To encourage moving forward. This ritual should be performed in the waning moon. Wear white or be skyclad. Need: Candles: white or gold Incense: cedar, benzoin, sandalwood Flowers: Ivy or other evergreen branches for the altar, any white flowers, white flower petals Moonstone or clear quartz crystal Bowl of water Wand: willow, long-stemmed white flower, or quartz crystal Outline: Light candles. Purify with incense. Cast circle/Invoke directions - wand Earth - strength and acceptance Air - clarity of thought and decisiveness Fire - feeling, emotion Water - healing, peace Spirit - turning away self-doubt Invoke - "We honor Rhiannon who comforts those in crisis and in times of grief and loss. Her sweet song eases us and gives us the closure we need to move on in our lives." Meditation - Put yourself on the Mound of Wonders. As you look to the west you see a rider on a pale horse: Rhiannon. Call to her. Ask her to wait. What does she say to you? Think of the grief, illness, or disappointment that you carry with you. Give this to Rhiannon. She carries it away with Her. Watch as Rhiannon takes your grief/disappointment/illness/guilt and rides back into the west. Let go of the negative energy. Feel yourself lightened and protected in Rhiannon's white light. Body - Take few white petals. Think about the issue (loss, grief, disappointment, illness) that you wish to let go. Focus any negative energies on the white petals. You might have one petal for each issue if you have more than one. Place the petals in the bowl of water and chant: "Rhiannon comforts me in my time of grief/crisis/illness and gives me the strength to let go and move on. I now let go of _____________." Self-blessing. Raise the cone of power - imagine white light surrounding and filling. Ground. Open circle and hugs. After the ritual is complete, the water from the bowl should be poured into the earth to be accepted and converted into growth and new life as all life returns and is reborn.
|