Cerridwen and the Cauldron of Mystery

Cerridwen and the Cauldron of Mystery

Cerridwen and the Cauldron of MysteryCerridwen 1

Cerridwen is the Mother, Magician and Crone from Welsh mythology and can be closely connected to the witch that is present at Samhain.  “Cerridwen’s themes are fertility, creativity, harvest, inspiration, knowledge and luck. Her symbols are the cauldron, pigs and grain. The Welsh mother Goddess, Cerridwen also embodies all lunar attributes and the energy of the harvest, specifically grains. In Celtic mythology, Cerriwin owned a cauldron of inexhaustible elixir that endowed creativity and knowledge. At the halfway point of the year, Her inspiration comes along as motivation to ‘keep on keepin’ on.’ Her symbol is a pig, an animal that often represents good fortune and riches, including spiritual enrichment. (Patricia Telesco, “365 Goddess: a daily guide to the magic and inspiration of the goddess”.)


Before reading this channelled piece of writing, please sit in a quiet place. When you read these words they activate deep in your psyche re remembering of deep cell memory. Stories hold the key to our subconscious world and they bypass our conscious in order to go deeper within our psyche. This has a more lasting effect and also helps us uncover truth within ourselves. You the reader are the main character in this story. These sacred stories send you into a deep meditative state that connect you to the Divine within yourself and unlock deep mysteries within.

We Begin

I am woken in the midst of the night with a yearning so deep that I quickly put on my clothes to go outside and walk.  The Moon is new and there is no light in the night sky, and there is no sound just a few rustle of the trees as the night breeze flurries through them.  I hear her whisper in my ear.

‘Draw Near ‘

My legs are moving as if drawn by an unknown force moving briskly into the dark woods, despite my anticipation I cannot resist the magnetism pulling me deeper and deeper.  I near an entrance to a cave that is hidden by undergrowth.  As if guided by an invisible force without hesitation, I clear the entrance and enter the cave.  There is an all-encompassing darkness and I use my torch to see ahead I go further and further into the depths, it smells damp and uninviting.  Yet although my heart is beating like a consistent drum I continue, as if possessed by the spirits of my forgotten self.

I clamber deeper and deeper my arms aching and my legs grazed and bruised from brushing up against the rocks, and losing my step and slipping on the damp stone. I can’t understand my own bewildered state, as I continue despite the pain and the fear. The battery on my phone is used up with the torch and now I’m in complete darkness. I clamber about and I become fearful, my breath becomes thick and heavy.  I gasp as I am now in a state of such anxiety that I feel that I going to die in this cave and no-one will find me.  I start to sob and wail, my cries echo in the cave and reflect back in their hysteric state.  As I am deep in my frenzy I see a faint light coming closer and I stop my wailing, curious and yet terrified. I see a figure hooded in black holding a lantern.  I feel a hand grasp mine and as I look closer.  The hands is bony and pale.  I am pulled through the cave briskly until the narrowness of the rocks start to widen and we enter a room. It is a round room, with a fire burning and candles in little crevices.  There are shelves full of books and bottles, jars full of herbs of all kinds.  The room is warm and inviting, I start to feel at ease and my breathing is calmer and deeper.  The figure that has led me here, stands in front of me and removes her hood.

She stands before me an old woman, her skin pale like the silvery moon, her skin as weathered as the books on her shelves.  Her grey hair long and wild around her face.  Her eyes are as black as the night and as deep as the mysteries of the Universe. She cackles at my astonished face;Cerridwen 3

‘Well look at what the cat‘s dragged in!!!’ She exclaimed through her amusement

‘Well now you’re here come closer so I can take a good look at you’. She pulled me near the fire and inspects me with her unwavering eyes.

‘Come dear daughter Priestess of Cerridwen’. She exclaims to me as she pulls over a little stool for me to sit and she pulls one for her as we sit opposite one another.

I am surprised at the name she has pronounced but say nothing.

‘I know what you’re thinking, what do I mean? ‘She again comes closer.

‘You are my daughter, daughter of the Moon and the Star, full of Mystery and Magic dear one.  I am Cerridwen and I hold the key to all creation through my cauldron. ‘  She beckons to me to come over to the Cauldron placed over the fire.

Can you see I look into the cauldron it is bubbling away and I can see nothing but some liquid boiling over the fire? I look back at Cerridwen and she smiles.

‘You see nothing but broil!’ she laughs in amusement and then turns to me.

‘That’s because you do not look with this,’ and she point to my forehead. ‘This is your third eye is it not?  It is where you see beyond the veils of illusion’.  She beckons me to look again in the cauldron before us.

This time I focus my third eye and as I become more focussed, I see that the cauldron no longer has any liquid boiling, yet it is full of the galaxies swirling in motion to some creative force. I look up at Cerridwen and she smiles her black eyes are luminous and she as if in a trance starts to talk;

‘Long ago the Crone was revered and understood for the power she possessed, people came to me as Cerridwen to help them with their ailments and prayed to me to help them with my wisdom and strength.  Yet as time went by and patriarchy took its hold. I was banished, anyone who called me or followed my path was killed and tortured.  I was driven from the villages shamed and beaten, my magic was labelled as dark and evil.   Something to be feared and banished not to be trusted.  Elderly women were devalued of their mysticism and wisdom.  They no longer could access their inner cauldron or mystery and creativity, as they feared the very thing that gave them power.  Instead they were taught that they needed to be meek and mild, civilized and contained.   It became the norm that women possessing any kind of power were seen as threat, so women started to hide their power and over time they forgot that they had any power at all. ‘

Cerridwen 2She walks over to me and holds me by the shoulder, looking into my eyes she proclaims;

‘You are the daughter of creation itself, you have the power to create worlds, yet you shy away from your power.  You are My Daughter, as the season changes from spring to winter as do the phases of womanhood from maiden, lover, mother to crone.  You not only experience these phases through your lifetime. Each stage bringing its own power and glory, you also experience them within yourself with the changes of the seasons and the Moon, as she waxes and wanes.  So tell me Daughter how can you not be connected to Creation itself? ‘

‘You stand before me as if broken and powerless to your own fear, what is it that’s you are afraid of? Is it not the power that grows within you that you can no longer deny? Break the chains of captivity that have held you back for so long.  Those chains can no longer hold you, for your power is stronger than the chain that bind you and you know this.  Yet you pretend that you are bound still.  Look me in the eye and tell me this is not so.  ‘

I lowered my eyes in shame and she cups my face and gazes into my eyes lovingly.

‘Do not allow guilt and shame to form further binds dear Daughter, now is the time to rise. Sever all that no longer serves you.  Forgive and let go of the past, forgive yourself and love yourself as I love you. ‘

With these words she embraces me so tightly that I melt into her, allowing her love to hold me through my pain, my changes those transitions and the unknown mysteries that lie ahead.

‘Know that I am with you always holding you through the unknown, you need to trust in me.  So you trust me dearest? ‘

I nod and snuggled into her further as she strokes my hair.

‘Then so it is.’

With these words I enter a swirling as if held in the cauldron moving with the Universe. Held deep in the womb of the Mother, allowing the forces of her will to carry me.  I am no longer afraid of my own power, the re- remembering has begun.

Cerridwen’s Ritual

This ritual would be best done on the New Moon 30th /31st Oct night as this is when the veil between the worlds is thinnest. Halloween, Day of the Dead or All Souls Day,  we are able to meet with our ancestors more easily as we honour those that have sacrificed much for us.  Those who have left their sacred messages in the symbolic language of intuition, initiation and DNA.

You will need some incense that is made from herbs such as frankincense, myrrh, sage, or any herbs that is grown in the land you reside, from the Earth.

After reading this sacred story ask Cerridwen to guide you in your inner journeying and go into meditation to journey within. Cerridwen is the Celtic Hag Goddess who reigns over mysteries of life, death, and transformation. In her cauldron of changes she concocts the brew of inspiration.  Those who taste it at least once understand the secrets of creation, past, present and future. They will be transformed and reborn as eternally wise beings, Cerridwen guards the most precious of secrets. Recognition of the hag as the inner shadow is the path to Cerridwen’s Cauldron of Inspiration. Crone

© Layla

Art by Unknown artists and  Rosea Balator






  1. Layla, such a powerful vision of who we truly are compared to who we pretend to be in our daily lives. I’ve wondered if it was even possible to bring those two people in me together to behave as one. This caused me to know, understand and feel deeply that I can. Thank you, blessed one. You are truly my soul sister.

    • You are truly welcome dearest sister, and thank you for receiving fully with your heart.
      Love Always Layla X


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