Quiet Dreams: A Recollection

Clurichaun. It was my online nick some twenty*coughcoughcough* years ago. Usually I was known as Clur, though. I was big into role-playing games and learned of the clurichauns through a game and novels that accompanied it. I fell in love with the spirit (no pun intended) of the creatures as it was presented. However, it was also at the height of my alcohol consumption as well. Out of control depression, mania, and anxiety mixed with some less than savory company nearly led me to being an alcoholic. I drank a lot. For a long time this marred the recollections of the good nature I associated with the clurichauns. However, after so long, I have returned to a fondness for them and what they represent: Good cheer, hospitality, earnestness, loyalty, helpfulness. The list goes can continue, but it also depends on the kind of clurichaun you get.

As with any faerie, especially the “house” variety, they can, on the whole, be a tremendous boon in your life. But, should they be insulted or slighted, if you are not a gracious host, things can get very bad quite quickly. Generally, the clurichauns live in the cellars of pubs and ale houses. They taste all of the establishments wares, alcohol especially, to make certain that is is good and worthy to sell. Should they become ill-disposed due to a poor host, then they will glut themselves and leave the spigots open, allowing everything to go to waste. It could be ruinous for an inhospitable host to offend them as well as devilishly hard to escape them. Pile everything on a cart and leave town? No Problem! Except, they will hide on the cart and travel with you. They are your dearest compatriot or most fiendish adversary.

There is, as is usually the case, a moral point to be made. Going back through Irish history and myth, hospitality is a much treasured reputation to maintain. A person was compelled to spend lavishly on their guests. A poor host with ill manners would be ostracized within a community. The only way they would be welcome socially is when personal honor demands that they be acknowledged, which was often the case. Bricriu the satirist was known for being a plague upon the people of Ulster, but was included regardless. One way of looking at this is to compare him to Loki: Both could be heroic, but also unfathomable jackasses as well. The cultural and societal conditions found in the Brehon Laws are fascinating. For example, there were a number of causes of grief a woman could claim as grounds for divorce, especially if he couldn’t, well, you know, sow the seeds as it were. However, if a woman knowingly wed a man considered “weaponless”, they were bound by law until hatred comes (the Celts were really, really interested in sex).

Well, it’s getting late and I have a lot to do tomorrow at work, so I will stop here (and probably stay on Twitter too long). If you would like to hear more salacious tales of the Irish mythological past, let me know. I’ll probably do it anyway, because I haven’t delved into the topic in so long and I have a yearning for it, but it would still be nice to hear from y’all.

I hope to see you again, and thanks for stopping by. Remember that kindness is free, so give it out greatly, but also remember to keep a bit for yourself, okay? Take care, darlings.

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  1. Im fascinated by mythology! I believe hospitality was really important in israel too. At least in biblical times it was. The whole love thy neighbor thing. They took it seriously.

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  2. Sorry I didn’t mean to imply that I thought Israelis believd faeries would reak havoc if they weren’t hospitable. I just meant that the Irish and the Jews had that in common; the importance of hospitality. I guess I jumped horses in mid stream. (Mythology to Hospitality) Sorry about that. I do that a lot.

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