Super Ireland: From Supernatural to Superstitions
The way our stories tell it, Ireland’s just a land of leprechauns frolicking among four-leafed clovers and fairy mounds, of starry nights filled with púcas and banshees. Well, not quite, but this stuff is not just the preserve of childrens books either.
Ireland’s myths, legends and superstitions are the legacy of a rich oral tradition. Recounting them and the places they happened is fascinating, and fun. Brit McGinnis picked the best to keep in mind on your own supernatural, superstitious, and just plain super trip to Ireland.
Make a wish in Glendalough. We just wish we were here
Wishing Well
If you’re one of those people who always makes a wish when blowing out your birthday candles, we have good news. Our ancestors, perhaps even before there were such birthday candles, developed wishing sites. Just perform a certain ritual and Poof! Whoosh! Wish granted. Your first stop should be the : if you can walk around it three times without thinking of a goat, you’ll earn yourself one wish. At , the deal is: hug a cross – make your wish.
Queen Maeve was the famous mythical Queen of Connacht, enemy (and former wife) of the King of Ulster, and is the star of the famous story Táin Bó Cúailnge, a.k.a.”The Cattle Raid of Cooley.” Her tomb at the summit of is bound with superstitions. They say if you bring a stone and leave it at the top of the mound, good luck will come from the Queen herself. Dare to take a stone from the mound, and bad luck will follow you all the way home…
Super Powers
You know that fabulous landscape of ours, the one that forces you to pull over on the side of the road and grab your camera to catch the shafts of sunlight breaking through the clouds onto the lake? Well, according to a few myths, it has plenty more tricks up its sleeve.
Fish mean knowledge here
Legendary Irish harpist Turlough O’Carolan (whom the O’Caralan Harp Festival is named after) fell asleep on a faerie mound and awoke with the gift of faerie music. Beats a sore neck, which is my sum experience of camping. Then there’s the famous tale (and tail!) of the Salmon of Knowledge, by the .
Don’t look too hard for it, though. Hero of Irish legend Finn mac Cool ate it hundreds of years ago and earned great knowledge in one fell swoop. While stumbling about in the wilderness, he came upon an old fisherman who had been fishing for the Salmon of Knowledge. When Finn offered to wash his dishes, the Salmon appeared on the fisherman’s hook. Finn cooked the Salmon for his new friend, but when hot fish oil splashed on his finger he instinctively stuck it in his mouth to cool the burn and instantly gained all the knowledge from the Salmon. Oops! The poet forgave him, just about, and Finn mac Cool grew up to be a famous warrior being responsible, among other things, for building the !
Blarney Castle – worth kissing
is probably our most well-known method of extracting superpowers from the land, in this case; ‘the gift of gab.’ The origin of the magic stone is unclear; it might have been given as a gift from a Celtic goddess to the builder of Blarney Castle, or it could be the deathbed pillow of St Columba.
Millions of people have puckered up to kiss the stone over the years, including Mick Jagger, Billy Connolly and Winston Churchill. It was featured in a 1904 short film called ‘The European Rest Cure,’ and was one of the stars of the 1949 musical ‘Top O’ the Morning.’ The stone continues to be one of Ireland’s most iconic attractions, and if you dare doubt the power of the ‘gift of gab’, consider this ‘proof’ offered by the Blarney blog:
Laurel and Hardy visited Blarney early in the Twentieth Century. It’s no surprise to us that they were amongst the few that successfully made the transition from silent movies to talkies. They did kiss the Stone.
Fairy dust…
A rare fairy caught on camera
Stealing from humans, conferring blessings, hiding in trees; we blame the ‘wee folk’ for a lot. That must explain the reverence for fairy mounds, which even today are never disturbed for fear of a fairy-shaped wrath. The same goes for hawthorn trees, seen as the gateways fairies use to get to the otherworld. Once an entire highway was diverted just to avoid striking down a hawthorn tree. The Glens of Antrim are particularly notable for their continued dedication to fairy fancies – with elderly gents still leaving the last inch of their pints for the fairies.
Púca
Púcas are the most mischievous creatures of our folklore, not least because they are changelings. Púcas take different forms for different parts of Ireland. Ask someone in if they’ve seen a mischievous old man hanging around. Maybe someone in has seen an unusually large eagle? But the púca’s favourite form is a dark horse with golden eyes. Don’t worry about this one, though – púcas are usually pretty friendly to humans!
Púca disguised as statues in Powerscourt?
The Banshee
There are few sounds more feared than that of a Banshee. Hearing the wails of this woman at night meant someone in your family is going to die. The last banshee sighting was reported outside of in County Londonderry in the 1940s. That’s about 70 years ago, so we’re safe now, right? Right…?
So there you have it; enchanted sites, magical creatures, and even places that’ll help your deepest wishes come true. In Ireland, there’s enough magic in the air – it might just find you!
Up for more mystical adventures? Visit Ireland’s most haunted spots for a spooky good time, or take a tour highlighting Ireland’s most legend-worthy locations. Or come by Ireland at Halloween —we’ll not only share some barm brack , but a wicked good time as well!
We Irish are such fun-loving folk….
When I was there in ’95, I met an old woman who asked me “What do you hope to get from your trip?” “Plenty food, good times with friends and enough money to get by”, I answered. When I looked up, she was gone. There was NO ONE on the road. It WAS a fantastic trip !!
On the Hill of Tara, it was a full moon, midnight and I DID hear the music of the Fey. When I thought to myself, “No, I can’t go,” the music stopped…
Was in Dublin years ago and the eerie sounds of the night had me restless.
Dublin is my favorite city. I have followed my Irish roots back to the Kings of Connacht…
I’ve kissed the cross many a time in Glendalough, Co Wicklow. And don’t get me started about the ‘SPOOKY’ things that happened to me in Powerscourt. Also I remember very weird stories involving The Forge, just off Church hill, Enniskerry
I was on the back roads of Connemara in 2001, when I passed a woman all in white flowing homespun, with knee-length flowing blond hair. In California, we don’t pick up hitchhikers, but I reconsidered as I drove, and turned back, maybe a mile down the road, since she was literally in the middle of nowhere. But when I went back, she was gone. I’d seen no other cars, and there were no roads turning off, no houses. I still talk about the day I passed a White Queen in the wilds of Connemara – what would it have been like if I’d picked her up?.
I grew up in a landscape filled with ancient monuments all with stories attached. Originally myth offered an answer to “who made the world” while legends explained how our people had learned how to live together.
These essentially spiritual narratives, based on the science of nature with natrual forces personified, were turned to folklore and folktale by the Christians and to fairy-tale by the later colonial powers.
Sligo Myths and Legends Events tries to redress this sad process. We collect local story from the older folk, publish them and run workshops about them. We also work with placenames, names of mountains, lakes and rivers. If interested why not join us. Michael Roberts, Ph D. Cultural Anthropologist.
Back in 2007 I took a trip for the first time from the states with my older brother and sister to Ireland to explore our ancestrial home and to enjoy the beauty of the Emerald Isle. We took several tours, but one in particular will stay with me forever since I had a very spooky supernatural experience at Glendalough just off one of the many trails there around the lower lake. My siblings decided to take the upper trail and took the lower one where the 2 paths met, and I continued on enjoying the solitude and beauty. I wondered around the place to where I found a bubbly little brook. I treaded down the enbankment of the creek and sat on moss cover boulder. It was beautiful and sooo peaceful. Up ahead I could see a waterall and the tree lined banks of the brook. After sitting for a while just enjoying the beauty and peace, I could see the leaves in the trees start to shimmer and shake with a soft breeze blowing throw them. I felt entirely alone, but a part of nature at the same time. Soon this soft breeze progressed down the creek to reach me and it was like it was alive… when the breeze touched me I felt awash in a great wave of peace and I got instant goosebumps on my skin all over!! It was so magical, like the forest was speaking to me. I think it did! Soon I had to leave my spot to meet the others down the trail, but as I did I noticed in the grass and moss beside me on the ground were these little greenish golden apples. I struck me as odd because there were no apples trees around me anywhere. I come from the state of Washington and we know apple trees here
So I just found it odd and continued on. Once we came back to the states my brother did some research on St.Kevin and I could not believed what I learned. Here is what the article said about one of his miracles performed at Glendalough:
“A young man living near the monastery was struck with epilepsy. One day, it was revealed that he would be cured of his malady by eating an apple from the monastery. Unfortunately, the monastery had no apple trees. When Kevin learned of this, he commanded a grove of willows to produce apples, which they did. The young man was cured, and the willows produced apples for over four centuries.”
Is that weird or what? What do you think? I was excited and shocked to learn this all at the same time. I will never forget it.