My name is Raven. As I sit upon my Ravenstone I ponder in my thoughts.
Some consider me a bird of ill omen others a mediator between life and
death. I am both the symbol of the sun, and the symbol of a moonless
The Scottish Highlanders, a brave and fearsome people, once
associated me with the second sight and prophecy. My image flew on the
banners of the pagan Danes and Viking ships as tokens of luck on their
voyages. I am, however, a contradiction in terms; I am thought of a as
trickster and a thief, a representation of death and doom.
conversely others think I represent magic, creation, healing, wisdom,
and protection. I am especially revered by the creative type as I was a
favouite bird of the god Lludd, the Celtic god of artists and artisans.
I symbolize the void - the mystery of that which is not yet known.