The second text describes how King Conaire, in riding along a road toward Tara, saw in front of him three strange horsemen, three men of the Sidhe:–’Three red frocks had they, and three red mantles: three red steeds they bestrode, and three red heads of hair were on them. Red were they all, both body and hair and raiment, both steeds and men.’ ‘Who is it that fares before us?’ asked Conaire. ‘It was a taboo of mine for those Three to go before me–the three Reds to the house of Red. Who will follow them and tell them to come towards me in my track?’
Which is no wonder at all,’ said Caeilte, ‘for no people of one generation or of one time are we: she is of the Tuatha Dé Danann, who are unfading and whose duration is perennial I am of the sons of Milesius, that are perishable and fade away.’ The exact distinction is between Caeilte, a withered old ancient–in most ways to be regarded as a ghost called up that Patrick may question him about the past history of Ireland–and a fairy-woman who is one of the Sidhe or Tuatha De Danann
‘So firm was the hold which the ethnic gods of Ireland had taken upon the imagination and spiritual sensibilities of our ancestors that even the monks and christianized bards never thought of denying them. They doubtless forbade the people to worship them, but to root out the belief in their existence was so impossible that they could not even dispossess their own minds of the conviction that the gods were real supernatural beings.’–STANDISH O’GRADY.
The Goddess Dana and the modern cult of St. Brigit–The Tuatha De Danann or Sidhe conquered by the Sons of Mil–But Irish seers still see the Sidhe–Old Irish MSS. Faithfully represent the Tuatha De Danann–The Sidhe as a spirit race–Sidhe palaces–The ‘Taking’ of mortals–Hill visions of Sidhe women–Sidhe ministrels and musicians–Social organization and warfare among the Sidhe–The Sidhe war-goddesses, the Badb–The Sidhe at the Battle of Clontarf, A.D. 1014–Conclusion.
the clearest air, the densest clouds and the darkest shadows, the calm of the morning and the wind of the tempest. At night in Aberfoyle after such a day, I witnessed a clear sunset and a fair evening sky; in the morning when I arose, the lowlands along the river were inundated and a thousand [...]
myth, in order to understand why men have been told that in the plain beneath this magic mountain of Ireland mighty warfare was once waged on account of a Bull, by the hosts of Queen Meave against those of Cuchulainn the hero of Ulster. Let him be lost in the mists on the top of [...]
IN IRELAND
If anyone would know Ireland and test these influences–influences which have been so fundamental in giving to the Fairy-Faith of the past something more than mere beauty of romance and attractive form, and something which even to-day, as in the heroic ages, is ever-living and ever-present in the centres where men of the second-sight [...]
There, neither turmoil nor silence …
‘Though fair the sight of Erin’s plains, hardly will they seem so after you have known the Great Plain…
‘A wonder of a land the land of which I speak; no youth there grows to old age….
‘We behold and are not beheld.’–The God Midir, in Tochmarc Etaine.