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Oak Apple Day: Echoes of Our Druid Past

Friday, May 27th, 2011

Oak Apple Day or Royal Oak Day is a festival celebrated in Britain on 29th May to mark the restoration of the monarchy in 1660, after the interregnum of Oliver Cromwell’s Republic. Its roots, however, like those of the oak itself, might go far deeper.

First, however: the recent history. On a bleak 3rd September in 1851, Charles II lost his last battle against the same men who had signed his father’s death warrant. Knowing that his only hope was to flee, he escaped the skirmish and, seeking refuge with Catholic royalists (who were used to hiding their priests from the puritanical regime of Cromwell), he evaded capture. It was at Boscobel in Shropshire that Charles disguised himself first as a woodsman and, when a crossing of the River Severn into Wales failed, hid in a hollow oak for the day to avoid marauding soldiers.

When Charles regained his throne in 1660, he remembered the oak tree that saved him and declared 29th May as a public holiday in its honour. Everyone wore sprigs of oak upon their lapel or else oak apples, which are galls formed among the leaves by a parasitic wasp. These small round ‘fruit’ give the day its name.

Although the holiday only lasted until 1859, when it was abolished, some aspects of the tradition still survive in parts of the country, where they seem to have merged with customs of those other great lovers of the oak: the Druids. Perhaps some aspects of this great tree move us in similar ways.

For the Druids, whose name may mean ‘wisdom of the oak’, the oak is never more sacred than when mistletoe grew upon its branches. Drawing an analogy between the sticky substance extruded from mistletoe berries and human sperm, the Druids believed that mistletoe enhanced fertility in animals and people alike. In effect, the plant produced the sperm of the oak. We remember something of these beliefs when we kiss under garlands of mistletoe at Christmas.

Charles II was clearly no Druid and yet his Oak Apple Day began to take on saucy overtones. Anyone not wearing an oak apple or a sprig of oak leaves had their bottoms pinched in what became colloquially known as ‘Pinch Bum Day’. Harmless fun. But perhaps also a conflagration with the Druid’s mistletoe ceremony and its overtones of fertility. Even the oak apples people wore looked slightly rude.

At Castleton in Derbyshire, a man garlanded in flowers still rides through the town on Oak Apple Day, invoking a pre-Christian nature spirit as much as Royalist sensibility, despite the Stuart costume he wears under the mass of flowers. At Great Wishford in Wiltshire, people exercise their ancient right to collect branches of oak from nearby Grovely Wood. (It is surely a coincidence that Druids carried branches of oak to their rituals.) At Aston-on-Clun in Shropshire, a tree at the centre of the village is dressed in flags, which remain in place until the following year.

For the more masochistically minded, the pinch on the bum for not wearing the requisite oak decoration could be replaced by a jolly good thrashing with nettles. Grammar school boys from Wem in Shropshire used to insist their teachers sit on nettles for the day, before running out of school grounds to wreak havoc. In fact, they started a rhyme, which went “29th of May is Oak Apple Day. If you don’t give us holiday, we’ll all run away”.

Since Britain now has a bank holiday on the last Monday in May, their wish came true but its origin is now largely forgotten. It would be good if the traditions of Oak Apple Day gained wider appeal but, rather than focus on the return of the monarchy, we should honour the oak tree itself. Held sacred from Druid times and still the symbol of our land, it has provided us with food, shelter, and protection. And let’s not forget, the day is also an excellent reason to pinch someone’s bum, unless that is, they are wearing an oak apple on their lapel.

St Dwynwen of Wales

Tuesday, January 25th, 2011

January 25th is St Dwynwen’s Day in Wales. She is the Welsh equivalent of St Valentine and people in Wales give cards and gifts to their loved ones on this day. Dwynwen’s story, although mythical, is full of tragedy and deliverance but also contains elements that hint at ancient traditions, perhaps even harking back to the Druids who once occupied our land.

Dwynwen was the youngest and most beautiful daughter of King Brychan of Brycheiniog, the county in which I live. Many suitors sought her hand and none more so than Maelon, a prince from the north.

Maelon sweet-talked Dwynwen incessantly until, at last, she fell in love with him. Maelon, achieving his aim, quickly asked King Brychan for her hand. The King was shrewd and, unlike Dwynwen, was not taken in with Maelon’s sweet words and so refused the match. Dwynwen, distraught, fled to the forest.

Maelon followed Dwynwen into the trees and, here, his true colours became apparent. He swore aloud that he would abduct Dwynwen and take her by force. Dwynwen heard Maelon’s threats and, with the prince almost upon her, knelt down and prayed for deliverance.

At once, an angel appeared by Dwynwen’s side holding a golden cup. Putting the cup to Dwynwen’s lips, the girl drank of its contents and her love for Maelon left her. Looking up, there was Maelon just a short distance away, except that now he was encased in a block of ice.

Dwynwen felt sorry for the prince and asked the angel how he might be freed. The angel offered Dwynwen three wishes and the first she used to free Maelon. With the second, she asked that the dreams of true lovers should always come true (and this is why she is the Patron Saint of Welsh lovers), and with the third she asked that she would never marry.

Dwynwen had her wishes granted and, setting sail of the coast of Wales – and letting the wind carry her where it would – she reached a tiny island off Anglesey, now known, after her, as Llanddwyn.

She built a church on the island and lived in sanctity there until she died on January 25th, around 1,500 years ago.

The well in which Dwynwen drew her water is said to have healing properties, for lung and bone diseases, but especially for those suffering from a broken heart. Some would sleep out on a rock beside the well before bathing in or drinking its waters the following day.

Nearby is another well containing fish that are said to divine the future. At one time, a woman lived near this well and, like the Sybil of Delphi, interpreted the future from the movements of the fish. This tradition has echoes of the ancient Druids, who once had their centre on Anglesey and told the future from the movements of similar animals. Perhaps the Druid traditions had become enmeshed with those of St Dwynwen over the ages.

Although St Dwynwen is little known outside Wales, she is undergoing a revival in the country of her birth. Her lifelong wish was that people were kind to each other and found happiness in love. It is a message that is as relevant today as it was when Dwynwen first landed on the rocky shore of Llanddwyn.

Images of the Sacred

Friday, August 13th, 2010

This is the fifth of five edited extracts posted on the Gate this week from my new book, Prehistoric Belief: Shamans, Trance and the Afterlife. After the Bronze Age yesterday, we now move into the Iron Age, the time of the Celts when witches and Druids began to control access to the spirit world.

During the late Iron Age at Larzac, in France, Severa, daughter of Tertiu, took a lead sheet and scratched onto its surface a most extraordinary tale. A coven of witches had been cursed by another and sought the help of a wise woman to negate the spell and diffuse the tension. The lead was then moulded around the top of a burial urn containing a woman. Could the burnt remains have been the person who had made the curse, her death being the price for peace? It is a rare glimpse of the shadowy world of Celtic sorcery and magic and the role that women played within it.

Although Severa did not record it upon the lead sheet, the women of the coven might have sought their power from a more elevated female group. Many representations of goddesses, for example, show them grouped into three and this might have mirrored the arrangement of women in the covens. The Larzac tablet mentions eight, possibly nine names, which would give three groups of three, a particularly significant number throughout the Celtic world. Although we do not know the names of the individual triple goddesses, they were probably Mother or Earth deities (‘Matronae’ in Celtic), although some may have related to springs and wet places (‘Saluviae’ in Celtic). One of the most sacred springs was the source of the Seine, in France, where people left modelled body parts, perhaps as part of a healing ceremony. It is striking that in many shamanic communities, healing is achieved through removing an intrusive spirit, thought to enter the body unbidden, which is drawn out and negated by being thrown into water (water is often seen as a portal to the otherworld). The carved body parts in the Seine spring may have accumulated as people tried to cast off invading spirits, using a model as a surrogate for their own afflicted body.

As Caesar was conquering the Celts of Gaul (modern-day France), he recorded the names of many Celtic gods but, unfortunately, used only their equivalent Roman names to describe them. More helpfully, he also noted that the Celts consider that they are all descended from a single ancestor god, whom Caesar called ‘Dis’. Other Roman commentators were a little more forthcoming about the Celtic pantheon and Lucan records the names of three: ‘Teutates’, the god of the tribe, ‘Taranis’, the god of thunder and the sky, and ‘Esus’, the good or sun god. A later commentator on Lucan’s work adds a little more detail by revealing that each required sacrifices to be offered in different ways: Teutates by drowning, Taranis by burning, and Esus by hanging. Each seems to equate with one of the traditional elements – water, fire, air – with the Mother goddesses providing the fourth: earth (and possibly their own form of sacrifice as many bodies were placed into disused storage pits).

In charge of the sacrifices were the Druids, who, with the diviners or (O)vates, and the Bards, formed the priesthood of the Celtic world. It is likely that they formalised the roles that had previously fallen to the community shamans, although, as the witch covens demonstrate, it is likely that other people held roles that also required regular interaction with the supernatural.

According to Caesar, the centre for Druid learning was Britain, perhaps focussed on Anglesey in Wales. Training to become a Druid was arduous and could last several decades. Emphasis was placed on memory rather than writing since this was considered the best way to develop the brain; entire tracts of history and lore had to be learnt by rote. Work was undertaken in groves, woodland clearings, and the association between Druids and trees may reflect the origin of their name, thought to mean ‘knowledge of the oak’.

Whilst there are references to female Druids, most sources tell of women’s role in divination. Perhaps the most renowned was Veledā, the seer with so much power that, over time, she became akin to a Goddess. To divine the future, Veledā may have watched the flow of water across the surface of specially made ‘spoons’. These have been discovered across the Celtic world and comprise a flat surface, often etched into four quarters, with a hole for the water to drain. It is likely that the flow of water across the quarters would have meant something to the observer.

Many Celtic women were buried with mirrors in their graves and whilst this might seem a suitable accoutrement for the fairer sex (one Roman historian records how he had to berate his mistress for painting herself like a Celtic hussy), it is likely that they had a deeper meaning. Mirrors are used in shamanic practice to induce trance and, rather like the modern crystal balls, if they are used to focus concentration, shapes begin to appear on their surface. This may be why many mirrors had phosphenes (the shapes of trance) engraved on their surface, emphasising their role in accessing the wisdom of the otherworld.

Other methods of divination were not so benign and there are records of women cutting open the body of a sacrificial victim and discerning the future within the entrails. Siculus, another Roman historian, records only that the seers performed the sacrifice (without stating whether they were woman) but helpfully notes that the convulsions of the limbs and spurting of blood were considered significant. At other times, women merely slit the throats of captives and drained the blood into cauldrons. It is revealing that cauldrons were often deposited into lakes and bogs and perhaps there was a circularity about draining the liquid of a person before placing the entire assemblage into water.

Whether witches or Druids, it is clear that Iron Age women were no wilting wallflowers and that they were intimately involved in the spiritual life of the tribe.