IT SEEMS LIKE NOTHING CAN STOP THE BLOODBATH IN PALESTINE; the genocide of a whole nation. We are seeing scenes so horrible that the physical reaction is to turn the head away, and hold on to the gut as it lurches with the horror of children shaking with trauma, silenced, frozen, limbs taken from their perfect bodies, dead children, mothers who want to be buried alive with their babies because death is the only release from the unbearable pain. This can never be unseen, or undone. And yet it continues even under the guise of a ceasefire.
Do they not know that killing children for the sake of power are ancient doings, for example, in the Bible, in Mythology. Remember The Slaughter of the Innocents. In Irish mythology, Balar King of the Fomhóire arranged to have his daughter Eithne’s children thrown into the sea to prevent a prophesy that he would be killed by his own grandson. He had imprisoned her in a tower in Tory Island for her whole life up until the moment nature outwitted him. In fact it was his own greed that caused the beautiful Cian to come to Tory having stolen his beautiful cow. Some, like me prefer the version where Cian not only made love to Eithne but to her handmaidens too, and they all had babies, Eithne bearing three, and all of them were thrown in to the sea by her father’s soldiers.
The stain on humanity repeats itself over and over which makes the repeaters extremely stupid, and we have never been comforted, we will never be comforted. Some of the supporters of war will go to church this Christmas to celebrate the birth of a child. Judaism also values children as the purest form of being created in God’s image. My Irish Curse for them on Christmas Day is that the are caught in the gut by the contradictions they live out. I hope that the hypocrisy of supporting a war created by imbecilic madmen constipates. I hope the baby in the crib screams out in pain, so they see his limbs sever before their eyes, that he looks into their eyes while he hands over a sword for them to pierce his heart, his mother and father’s hearts, then casts blood all over their faces so that they will never be able to it wipe them clean.
I also wish for them to know that Eithne and her handmaiden’s children lived on by changing their shapes to seals, while a Druid called Biroge intervened. She brought one of Eithne’s children to the mainland to the world of his father’s people, The Tuatha Dé Danann. That child was Lugh who went on to fulfil the prophesy. He killed his grandfather Balar at the second battle of Maigh Tuireadh with stone from his sling. And so, to go back to stupidity, it’s not hard to see that some who have a certain interpretation of power are indeed stupid. they learn nothing and will always crumble in the end.
To quote Mahatma Gandhi “The moment the slave resolves that he will no longer be a slave, his fetters fall.“
Through myth, theatre and storytelling we can be faced with what we don’t yet know about ourselves. Stories lie in wait, full of possibilities that can bring us toward new understandings.
Myth, great theatre, (for example Shakespeare), films like Star Wars, the Lord of the Rings, and within the theories of Jungian psychology are all places where we are accompanied by archetypes. That means we are not meeting complete human beings, but aspects of human beings. These aspects are universal, wizard or witch, queen or king, wise person, druid or fool, and more, and that includes all the modern variations of the same. Along with these archetypes we can also meet universal themes, like war, love, loss, new life, death, the destruction of nature, and so on. We see characters fulfilling the prophesies they have tried to avoid. These universal themes and aspects of human beings can be triggering. Life may not have given us the opportunity to meet for instance, the loneliness of the goddess Macha who comes in from the cold only to be betrayed by the man she had learned to trust, or the shaming of the very young Cú Chulainn by a group of women who lifted their skirts to gain control over his temper, and on to all the other lonelinesses, joys and betrayals that we meet throughout life. Those hurts, qualities, or quirks find their mirror when you meet them in their mythic perfection.
The great Kerryman and thinker, John Moriarty described working with myth as a kind of harrowing. To meet our darker impulses, our personal shadow, or an aspect of self we don’t like or want to accept, but if we stay for long enough, we begin to see, because shadow is only shadow until a light is shone. Seeds can then be sown, and new shoots grow, but it is important to be aware that along the way, myth can be psychologically risky. A person might over identify with a character in the myth. For example, taking on the energy of a king with a lot of power that can give further food to a power identity, or identifying a victim within a story, only to support an inner victim that can be in the way of good mental health. I know that sounds a little frightening, but walking toward a myth with awareness, and an openness to what it has show us can become a guide toward our many contradictions. When we become aware of our contradictions we gain an understanding of our impingements. An example: ‘I want to be loved but I push you away.’
I began by suggesting myth and theatre as similar but they are not quite the same. The example I am about to describe illustrates the distance between the play and the audience. The audience is moved by the play, but as an audience member there is distance, therefore in my opinion, though theatre can be an intimate engagement, it is not as intimate as it can be with myth, and so less psychologically risky except sometimes for the actor. The separateness between audience and actor is depicted and displayed below.
This is a sculpture called ‘Theatre’ in Cabinteely Park, County Dublin Ireland by Agnes Conway
Below is the text that goes with it:
“A large scale sculptural group consisting of 6 “Performers” and 7 “Audience”, each cast in granite and measuring up to 7ft in height. Theatre is divided into two parts. The Performers (masks set on pillars) represent various human vices such as malice, greed, violence, while the audience holds itself apart from them.Theatre represents an aspiration to a more ideal world where the ability to recognise and accept the evils and flaws in human nature allows one to move forward without being changed or scarred by them.“
That wonderful sculpture and the accompanying text suggests the audiences involvement, while at the same their safe distance. Something is happening on a stage and the individual is moved, but there is some choice involved, conscious or unconscious as to whether the audience member engages with for instance, a shadow aspect that can be left on the stage.
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Having compared in brief the more intimate work of myth with the structure of theatre I will describe two methods of acting.
One is from The Michael Chekhov Acting Technique and while there is no short way to describe it, I will try to give an inkling of the difference between it, and the better known Stanislavski Method.
The actor working with the Michael Chekhov Acting Technique finds character through imagination, physical or psychological gesture. They train to be the ‘artistic body’ or the body for the character to turn up in. That is found through gesture, and movement that belong to the character they are exploring. The character comes to the stage, sometimes as if by magic, and so the person of the actor is less at risk of becoming emotionally disturbed.
The actor working with the Stanislavski Method draws on their own emotional and psychological experiences to create an authentic character. Hence they are deeply involved with the character which can sometimes be psychologically risky. I remember seeing a version of the play Medea originally written by Euripides. It is about a women whose husband, Jason cheated on her, and so Medea’s revenge was to kill their children and his lover. I wondered how the actress fared while and after playing that role, and what method she used.
These are examples of ways where a character in a play can be approached. The Michael Chekhov example (having done enough research) brings the character into their own becoming. The actor has created a character other than themselves. The Stanislavski example engages emotionally with the character’s struggle from a place they have found within themselves to bring authenticity, and ingenuity.
I have made these comparisons because a few years ago I trained at the Michael Chekhov International Academy in Berlin for actors and all creative development under the excellent tutelage of Joerg Andrees. One of the many learnings I gained from that intensive training was a keener consciousness regarding a process. There is no way to guarantee that a myth will not challenge unconscious aspects of a person, but there is a way to remain conscious about the possibility of the unconscious challenge. Like the Chekhov method, I am not the character though they might have a lot to teach me, I am me and the reason for the journey /process is for outcome, epiphany for wisdom and creativity.
Having said all that I don’t know if there is a best way to approach a character in a play or a myth, but I am sure from my experiences while writing my books TÁIN and SÍDH that it is worth knowing that spending time with a myth, particularly one that a person is drawn to, is holding something yet to be revealed, so it is better if it is approached with openness and some wariness. Maybe the way forward can be taken from theatre by making sure that the myth is approached by an inner ensemble; performers, audience and director. The performer for close connection, the audience for distance and director for the omniscient viewpoint, so the myth worker can then allow the magic of insight and wisdom that is unique to them, to happen. That would be ideal.
Below is a poem of mine written, with a lament in my heart, because those who have power in the world continue to think of our beautiful planet as an economy. I am reminded of the Tuatha Dé Danann’s departure into the hills after the Celts arrival in Ireland. Let us choose to believe that the Tuatha Dé Danann will never be gone, as long as people believe in the spirit alive in the land; always there, revealing secrets to those who are open, those with the capacity for true happiness. This poem is dedicated to you : The Keepers.
WOMEN AND POWER SERIES at Bard Mythologies : bardmythologies.com
Last week we talked about the dark feminine in the sorceress, Fuamnach. She was married to Prince Midir of Brí Leith (A hill in Co Longford). Together they had fostered the beautiful Aengus Óg who was son of Bóinn the river goddess and the Daghda, one of the principle gods of the Tuathe Dé Danann (People of the goddess Danú).
When Aengus had grown he left them to claim his inheritance which was Brú na Bóinne (Newgrange County Meath). Alas the couple missed Aengus terribly but when Midir went to visit him he left his wife behind, and while away he met the beautiful Étaín. Then since it was the way of the times that a man could have more than one wife, he brought her home. However Fuamnach’s jealousy didn’t bow to the way of the times and so her jealousy went very very far……
….. so far that she changed her rival into a fly. But a fly will never let you forget its presence.
From SÍDH : Stories from the Women in Irish Mythology. Illustration by Kathy Tynan : kathytynan.net
Wednesday 13th November at the Bard Mythologis Event: Women and Power
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Along with me, the author of SÍDH : Stories from the Women Irish Mythology, Bard Mythologies will explore these stories and the matter of power. Maybe to find and highlight a whole new interpretation of power in today’s world.
Saturday 21st September 2024, Terenure Sports Club, Dublin, Ireland 8pm
For Irish Culture Night, that has become, for Eigse Terenure (County Dublin, Ireland) Culture Weekend, I will be reading the story of Cessair called, Shaping the Clay from my second book SÍDH : Stories from the Women in Irish Mythology.
It is said that Cessair was the granddaughter of Noah who sailed all the way from Meroë in Sudan with forty nine women and three men to become the first woman to set foot on Irish soil.
Join us for a wonderful evening to see artist, Paul Joyce’s (10 years in the making, and still a work in progress) painting of Cessair ,and all the wonderful women who sailed with her who are now the faces of the present day Irish goddesses or women in action today, and still becoming, as is the huge, absolute stunning painting.
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