The Morrígu really, really needs to learn better timing. Coitus interuptus will certainly get my attention, but it's not the kind of attention that most people want from me. To say that I'm cranky and unreasonable at such times would be the understatement of the modern age. Of course, telling the Morrígu to go fuck herself so that I could resume fucking my mate wasn't an option. Well, not a good option, anyway. I may not be daer fuidhir any more but She still won't hesitate to put Her boot on my neck if She feels the need to.
The fact that They were One -- Babh, Macha, and Nemain meshed into a single unit -- let me know that something was up. Once I realized the Awful Troof about the nature of the Being(s) that I serve They began dealing with me mostly individually. The combined Morrígu means business. So I quit seething, made proper obeisance, and paid attention.
I have acquaintances who have gotten ordained by the Universal Life Church in order to be eligible to perform weddings and other rites for their friends. I've been urged to do this as well, since I am not and never will be eligible for the title of Wiccan clergy. (I was never properly trained or initiated, and now I'm not even Wiccan.) I always objected to this, on the grounds that I didn't feel right about it. Yes, it's quite legal to do so and it would be nice to be able to perform weddings, memorials, etc. But I just couldn't bring myself to do it.
Tonight I was informed that, by Imbolc of 2011, I will get this ordination, after She initiates me with Her own hand. In the meantime I'm to study, practice and train. There will be tests along the way.
I'm both excited and terrified.
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