Magic of the Dark Raven
Swift, swift, you dragons of the night, that dawning
May bear the raven’s eye ~ Cymberline, by William Shakespeare
They slept until the black raven, the blithe hearted
proclaimed the joy of heaven – Beowulf
Raven is the Great Mystery of the Void both the symbol of the sun and the symbol of a moonless night. It is the light that is the giver of life at the centre of our galaxy, and the black hole in the centre of the universe, to where all energy is drawn to before it’s release as new creations.
Ravens’ glimmering black feathers shimmering in blues and greens represent night especially the dark New Moon when her deep magic is very powerful. In China the three-legged Raven lives in the sun, representing the sun’s three phases. In Greece Raven is the messenger of the Sun gods, both Helios and Apollo.
In Native American cultures black is a colour of magical power. Raven is the guardian of both ceremonial magic and healing circles, and is deemed one of the oldest and wisest of animals, intelligent and adaptable. Her element is air, and she is a messenger spirit. Whilst Raven is said to represent the irreverent, the devil, evil spirits, the trickster and thief, war and destruction, death and disaster, the void, none-the-less in many societies such as Native Americans and Norse Shamanism Tradition Raven also represents profound magic, the mystery of the unknown, death and transformation, creation, healing, knowledge, protection, and foresight.
Ravens are carrion eaters; and they have a symbiotic relationship with oldest enemy of man, the wolf…
“craving for carrion, the dark raven shall have its say, and tell the eagle how it fared at the feast, when, competing with the wolf, it laid bare the bones of corpses.”~ Beowulf Anglo Saxon poem
Raven was connected with the Celts Triple Goddess, Morrigan, Chooser of the Slain and Protector of Warriors flying over the battlefields in the shape of the Raven.
When the Welsh God, Bran the Blessed Protector of Britain was decapitated, during battle with Ireland, he asked to have his head buried in the what is now known as “Tower Hill” in London. His Ravens are kept there even today, as protection against invasion. During World War II, Tower Hill was bombed, and the ravens vanished. Mindful of the ancient legends Winston Churchill, immediately arranged for replacement ravens to be brought in, which they were from the Celtic lands to London’s Tower Hill .