Flower of Death, Death Battle goddess….
Musing on the imagery of the vegetalised hand, the thought struck that it perhaps represented belladonna, deadly nightshade. Nowadays this plant is rarely seen and most would not recognise it – most often it is confused with the more colourful enchanter’s nightshade. Belladonna became a ‘witches plant’ in the medieval period. It is a powerful and dangerous medicine, a cardiac excitant causing death quite effortlessly and at lower concentrates, a hallucinogen fond of initiating demonic visions. The flower is a veined purple cream bell held on rich green stems and leaves that resemble its relative, the potato. The plant’s most impressive, and most dangerous feature is its fruits: large, unbelievably shiny, purple-black berries that just scream to be put between the lips and bitten down on to release the exotic juices….. Two or three may easily be enough to invite extreme disorientation, frenzy, fearful visions and eventually a boiling, revved-up catastrophic heart failure and death.
Is she, even, a spirit of belladonna?
Free-floating eye no longer attached to the body or the physical world, a vision eye, a third eye, like Odin’s offered for endless wisdom to the Well of Mimir, able to see into all worlds, all realms. ( there are other coin designs with these floating eyes- druid’s eyes squinting through the cracks in the world to spirit dimensions of past or future…)
The intoxicant grape, symbol of the tyrant civilisation of the Romans, of their ability to trade luxury for freedom, trumped by the wild, rich berries of death. Such bombastic, overt comparisons are common in Celtic coin art. The imagery turned, interpreted, subverted….
(from an original drawing by Julian Barnes)
So here we have a raven death goddess priestess supplanting the sedate and graceful Classical Victory, the noble symbol of the laurel of the victors ( bay laurel of solar Apollo, not cherry laurel, though both have powerful psychoactive smoke), translated into another, native, Northern plant of the gods……
Belladonna, mandrake, henbane especially were all widely used. Externally, safer to use as local anaesthetic and analgesic; internally as powerful sedatives and painkillers. Likely also to have been admixtures in visionary drinks. Henbane and hemp have been found within Neolithic clay vessels – henbane being a slightly more psychoactive, than deadly, member of the Nightshade Family. In fact, the flower hand resembles henbane even a little more than belladonna – especially the seed capsules ……
I first saw the flower-hand as a bindweed, a convolvulus. This too, is an appropriate image. It fits in with the extended sinuous arm and the concept of binding ( both together in harmony amongst allies and trapped and imprisoned for the enemies of the tribe)….. But I like belladonna, bringer of frenzy and death……..
Nowadays we feel uncomfortable with ambiguity of meaning. For the Celts ambiguity was at the heart of their visual and poetic arts. The more layers of meaning, the more powerful and spiritually empowered the image becomes. (Not that the meanings would have been random: as far as can be known from later sources, there were complex layers of associations and related imagery. Some would have been know to all, some only understood by initiates.)
Identifying actual plant species, bird species, and so on, is very difficult from small-scale art, especially when each culture often has visual clues that clearly represent the subject without necessarily presenting naturalistic imagery that could be recognised by someone outside that culture. We will look at some other plant imagery elsewhere. It really would take an expert in each field: botanist, ornithologist, etc. to look at the images with a non-literal, knowledgeable eye to pick up clues that other might ignore or misinterpret.
Without ambiguity there are no jokes…
Did the Celts go in for coins on the eyes of the dead?
This image is quite a thunderbird… okay I know that’s the wrong continent… but it feels like that to me…
No jokes and no understanding of reality either…. As far as I know coins were not used in this way. It was a Greek and Roman tradition ( though to say ‘Roman tradition ‘ ignores most of the evidence that they appropriated most of their cultural attributes from those they subjugated…) specifically to pay the Ferryman across the Styx. I do not think that many Celtic coins of significance have been found along with burials. They were used among the living as bonds of obligation and with the spirits as buried offerings and as markers or protectors of boundaries…
There is certainly the ‘storm’ imagery present here: another layer of meaning. Riders on the storm, death birds, vulture goddesses, carrion eaters, dark clouds of war , wrath of the gods etc…..
Having read this last night before bed I had a couple of very strong dreams… both about birth… not sure how relevant they are but nevertheless they are what came…
The first – I was in the British Museum… and had just come through one time portal and needed to go upstairs to find the next… but somehow I got dragged off course and ended up in a shop selling bits for cars… a man started out trying to help me get back but then got too involved and kept me… very strong fatherly love came through… (my father had a shop along with the garage he ran as a business… in it were many car parts… but also my parents birth myth for me was that they had chosen me from a shop… )
The second – I was a passenger in a car being driven VERY fast back against the flow of traffic… there was a single lane and several cars all going very very fast but one was also going backwards… it overturned… we were able to safely drive around it despite all the cars coming towards us… (I had recently read this – http://blog.beliefnet.com/dreamgates/2012/01/4075.html – but have clearly changed the metaphor…)… when I woke from this one I knew that although in time in this universe it had come after the first dream… in another reality it had preceded it…
The Death goddess is a mirror for the Birth Goddess, the War goddess is also the Protector of the People. But deeper than dream is the well of the ancestors, closer to the precipice of madness, and of the sublime vertigo of Truth…..