Samhain (Ancestor Night) Ritual

UPDATE: The ritual has been completed, but it existed “at the center of space and time.” So, if you still want to contribute, feel free to do so. Thank you all for your participation :-).

Please refer to my previous diaries for explanations (intro, rituals, ritual outline, and ritual tools). If you have any questions on how something works, please post it in today’s pre-ritual post so as not to disturb the ceremony. I’ll be watching it for new comments :-).

Some of the things in italics are notes of what would be happening if we were doing this in person, done either by the High Druid/High Druidess or the congregation. You may “virtually” participate or just “watch,” depending on your comfort level.

Please post any responses within the ceremony to the appropriate comment, so that they thread properly. Thank you all for your consideration.

Keltrian Druid SigilWelcome to all. May the blessings of mind, body, and spirit be yours. (Anoints each celebrant on brow with tri-line /|\)

* * * Creation of sacred space * * *

(Caller pick up bell branch and moves to western edge of the ritual space) As it was in the days of Avalon, I call the seekers, mystics and dreamers of the past to join with us in this, our sacred rite. (Rings bells three times and moves to north)

As it is in the present, I call the seekers, mystics and dreamers of today to join with us in this, our sacred rite. (Rings bells three times and moves to east)

As it ever shall be, I call the seekers, mystics and dreamers of the future to join with us in this, our sacred rite. (Rings bells three times and completes the circle, then goes to the center.)

The Past, the Present, and the Future are joined – all times are now.

(Caller speaks at each direction, with the bell branch rung three times after each statement)

I draw the East to the center so it may join with the Otherworldly Tree.
I draw the South to the center so it may join with the Otherworldly Tree.
I draw the West to the center so it may join with the Otherworldly Tree.
I draw the North to the center so it may join with the Otherworldly Tree.

(Caller moves to the center. Note: Usneach is pron. OOS-nikh.) I walk to the center; I stand at Usneach. Here I plant the Otherworldly Tree. All places are here. We are at the center of time and space. (Rings Bell three times) So be it!

* * * Statement of purpose, and calling of the “spirits” * * *

We come to celebrate Samhain, season of death.

(If you wish to do your favorite grounding/centering meditation, do so now.)

Let the veil between the worlds be parted.

(Raises seashell.) O’ Manannan, Lord of the Headlands, Son of the Sea, guardian of the veil between our world and Avalon, I call to you. You who commands Wavesweeper; Manannan of the Red Beard, I beseech you let the mists between the worlds dissolve that the Old Ones may more easily commune with us. So be it!

(Takes up water cauldron.) Ancestors, Old Ones, mothers and fathers of our people, I reach across the veil with my words and call to you. You who have anchored our faith, you of times long ago, I call to you with the water. I call you with water that is the mighty oceans, with water that is the gentle rains. I call you with the water of this sacred vessel, and bid you enter into this water that we, your kin, may be blessed by our communion with you. So be it. (Anoints each celebrant on brow with water.) With this water, I give you the blessings of the ancestors.

(Takes up earth cauldron.) I call you, Nature Spirits: spirit of the wolf and of the deer, spirit of the dolphin and of the hawk. I call the spirits of vegetation: spirit of the oak and of the mistletoe, spirit of the wildflowers and the grasses of the field. I call, too, the mountains and the caves. I call the hidden ones: sprites and fairies, gnomes and dwarves. All spirits of this time, of the present, rooted on this earth with us, I call you to your element of earth, and bid you enter into this vessel of earth, that we, your brothers and sisters, may be blessed by our communion with you. So be it. (Anoints each celebrant on brow with earth.) With this earth, I give you the blessings of the nature spirits.

(Takes up incense cauldron.) O’ Gods, the preservers, the timekeepers: I send my voice across the waves to you. I beckon you from the ancient Sidhes and stone circles. I call you, Lord and Lady, Father and Mother to us all. Come, ride the air to this sacred place and become one with the air of this cauldron, that we, your children, may be blessed by our communion with you. So be it. (Wafts smoke at each celebrant’s brow with a feather.) With this air, I give you the blessings of the Gods.

* * * Calling the Lord and Lady * * *

Wherefore have we come to the Grove on this night?
We celebrate Samhain, season of endings.
And why do we celebrate?
We prepare for the transformation: death to rebirth as reflected this season.
And whom do we honor upon this feast?
We honor Dagda, The Good God. We honor Morrigan, Battle Goddess of Chaos and Death.
And why have we chosen these deities to honor on this occasion?
We honor The Dagda for he embodies a return to order. We honor The Morrigan for she embodies death and chaos.
And what does this time mean to the People?
We celebrate the Gods within us, Morrigan as the Crone, Dagda as the wise Grandfather. We set places for our ancestors at our tables. We make goals for the new year.
Then let us call the Lord and Lady of this feast.

(Symbolically transfers Dagda from the incense cauldron into the altar candle flame.) O’ Dagda, All Father, provider, o’ ye keeper of the cauldron of bounty, I call you forth from those gathered here and bid you to join the fire of your spirit with this flame, that your countenance may shine upon us during this, your rite. So be it.

(Does the same for Morrigan with remaining altar candle.) O’ Morrigan, Goddess of Battle, Dark Mother of chaos, endings, and rebirth, I call you forth from those gathered here and bid you to join the fire of your spirit with this flame, that your countenance may shine upon us during this, your rite. So be it.

(Take candles to center fire cauldron / firepit.) O’ Dagda, O’ Morrigan, With the flame of your spirit, we kindle the sacred fire. (kindle the Grove fire with candles.)

We also invite the gods of those attending this ritual to join us, and welcome all benevolent divinities — named and unnamed — who choose to attend.

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Offerings and divinations (4.00 / 16)

Those who have brought gifts or tokens for the Gods may place them in the offertory, others please direct your energies into it. (Here you may post things you are offering to the Lord and Lady, such as a poem dedicated to the divine, or an offer of a sacrifice.)

(Takes sickle and branch from altar and holds over “offertory.”) O’ Dagda, O’ Morrigan, be strengthened by the energies of these gifts we send to you. So be it. (Touches sickle to branch, then the offertory is placed in the sacred fire. Since we don’t have a fire here, we can consider the offerings to have been sent to the Divine through the fires of electricity.)

Let us now see what messages the Gods have for us. (Any who wish to divine for messages may post such results as they choose to share here.)

by Morgan on Mon Oct 31st, 2005 at 16:56:17 PDT

I make a gift… (4.00 / 12)

of cedar for Lord Woden and amber resin for Lady Freya and sweet sandalwood for the other deities who have joined us this night.

“When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.” — Hunter S. Thompson

by rune on Mon Oct 31st, 2005 at 18:30:28 PDT

Pomegranate and apple juice (4.00 / 12)

for the Lord and the Lady.

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by Andy Ternay on Mon Oct 31st, 2005 at 18:35:47 PDT

A divination (4.00 / 15)

Comments are welcome.

A past-present-future Tarot spread
for the period between now and Imbolc
for the Street Prophets community.

Cards (Thoth deck):

X, Fortune, reversed
3 Disks (Works, Mars in Capricorn)
Knight of Disks, reversed

A fourth card drawn,
for clarity/support/amelioration:
10 Cups (Satiety, Mars in Cancer), reversed.

Interpretation:

In difficult circumstances, cleave to the work, not your feelings about it or its outcome.

Discussion:

I had secretly hoped for an unambiguous and cheerful blessing for this new and supportive community. But it is the dark season of the year, and this is a blog about politics and religion. We are not shielded from larger issues, and neither is this reading.

The Works card, the 3 of Disks, is expert effort applied to our material world. We’re in the game, wielding and wheeling all the elements (in this case, the alchemical elements of sulfur, mercury, and salt). There’s nothing wrong with our intent or our skill.

We are, however, surrounded by heaviness and obstacles. To the left, in the past, the Wheel of Fortune, topsy-turvy, with the ponderous presence of Typhon the Destroyer on the wheel approaching the peak. He is in his ascendancy. He will fall soon, but not yet. (The temptation to apply this to corruption in the Administration is very strong. I’ll leave further musings to you.)

To the right, in the future, the heaviness of the Knight of Disks, also reversed. An abundant harvest, a sturdy mounted figure with a flail ready to thresh… but not yet. (“Sows, and he shall not reap.”) Ill-aspected, this card can also be hyper-materialism and anti-intellectualism. (Remind anyone of our complaints about the traditional media?)

In this environment, what do we need to remember or do? The answer is in the fourth card.

Work. Breathe. And don’t let your feelings overwhelm you.

We care so much, and the emotional realm is abundantly present. Our cups of feeling are fiercely (Mars), abundantly filled to overflowing… or to bursting. We can acknowledge these feelings, but we can’t hang on to them. To me, this is a reminder to do my mindfulness practices. Keep it flowing.

In the story arc of the small cards, the 10 of Cups represents the exhaustion of feeling, to be followed by the clarity of the next suit, Swords.

May the balance and clarity of the blade’s edge, the sword of wisdom, be ours in the months to come.

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by Makeda on Mon Oct 31st, 2005 at 18:37:19 PDT

Thanks and dedication of merit (4.00 / 11)

To the holy Dagda, guardian of the Cauldron Un-Dry,
and to the holy Morrigan, dark Mother,
I give thanks.

And in my tradition, we say:

May the benefit of this act, and all acts,
be dedicated to the complete liberation
and supreme enlightenment
of all beings, everywhere,
pervading space and time,
so mote it be!

May the benefits of practice, ours and others,
come to fruition, ultimately and immediately,
and we remain in the state of presence.

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by Makeda on Mon Oct 31st, 2005 at 19:01:33 PDT

Hau Tunkasina Wakantanka (4.00 / 14)

To this circle I am especially glad to hear invited the Nature Spirits.  Though my primary spiritual practice is the way of YHWH Elohim through the path of Yeshua, and though I do not know the ways of my great-grandmother Sarah’s people the Baxoje, I do also honor from childhood the ways of the Dakota, Nakota, and Lakota, into whose families I have been adopted and whose ancestors I am grateful to honor as my own.

Seeing the natural kinship of these Nature Spirits to the spirits of the Sacred Pipe way, Wambli the eagle, Iktome the spider, Mato the bear, and so many others, I make this offering of tobacco, customarily offered to the six directions:  the four of the compass, skyward to Tunkasina Wakantanka, the Grandfather, the Great Mystery, and earthward to our Grandmother the Earth.

Hau mitakuye oyasin

Jesus built a ship to sing a song to/It sails the rivers and it sails the tide

by Progressive Witness on Mon Oct 31st, 2005 at 18:39:54 PDT

I offer my life for the Name (none / 1)

For the Giver of Wisdom, the Teacher of Laws, the One-Who-Watches, the One-Who-Sanctifies, I ask that my life be bent to Your will.  I freely give myself up to serve You, and ask only in return that I be given the strength to live a life that is holy and true to You.

Oh, G-d, I believe – help Thou mine unbelief!

Millions wailing, one cracking Hitler jokes – Mel Brooks’ view of his life.

by Matthew Krell on Tue Nov 1st, 2005 at 21:51:47 PDT

Remembering (4.00 / 15)

Tonight we celebrate Samhain, Oiche na Sprideanna, Spirit Night, the Night of Remembering. On this night we honor the spirits of our ancestors; ancestors of our bodies, ancestors of our spirits. On this night, with the veil thin between the worlds, we welcome them home.

(Takes up cup) I am Morgan, also called Lorena, daughter of Roberta, daughter of Virginia, daughter of Dolly, daughter of Molly, daughter of Mary, daughter of Elizabeth, daughter of Hannah, daughter of a woman unknown. (Drinks and passes cup. Each person recites their lineage: men through the male line, women through the female.)

We offer the cup of fellowship to the ancestors. They are dead but not gone. We are all one people, and tonight we drink together once more.

We are not the first. We will not be the last.

We are not the river’s source, nor are we it’s end.

Tonight we turn and look upstream and honor our source, before turning again and plunging once more into life.

Tonight we remember our ancestors, gone but remembered. That which is remembered is still alive. Those we remember are with us still.

We speak their names and remember.

(You can do this in the same comment as the lineage, or just do one or the other, as you will. In person, each person remembering approaches the Altar, lights their candle, speaks the persons name, and says anything else they feel moved to. When they are done they should say, “We remember you.” and place their candle on the altar. If you wish to light a candle at home you may do so. If you’d like to share an image, please link to in rather than embed it with an “img” tag. This subthread is for those who have crossed in the past year.)

by Morgan on Mon Oct 31st, 2005 at 16:57:22 PDT

I light a candle for my mother Margaret (4.00 / 15)

and my father Neuman, and for my brother-in-law Bill, recently passed over.

We remember you.

barn’s burnt down…now i can see the moon. -masahide

by marjo on Mon Oct 31st, 2005 at 17:12:27 PDT

In memory (4.00 / 14)

I am Andrew, son of Andrew, grandson of Andrew and great grandson of unknown.

Tonight I remember and honor my covenmate Running Elk who was my dear friend Jim.  You taught me a lot about being a man and walking through fear and pain. I am blessed you were a part of my life.

We remember you.

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by Andy Ternay on Mon Oct 31st, 2005 at 17:53:25 PDT

Remembering my friend Ken (4.00 / 15)

Who passed suddenly this last winter. He is missed.
We remember you.

by mik on Mon Oct 31st, 2005 at 18:32:09 PDT

Remembering (4.00 / 14)

Rosa Parks.

by Elizabeth D on Mon Oct 31st, 2005 at 18:55:26 PDT

Remembering (4.00 / 7)

All the soldiers of our country that have died in the last year in Iraq and elsewhere…

All those who lost their lives due to Valerie Plame’s outing…

All those who have died from global warmed storms this last year…

My mother Rita, who died Nov 7th, 1980.

Blessed be to all of these, my sisters and brothers,

so mote it be!

Choo Choo Q. ~Lifting the Chalice and the Blade in Consecration of the Great Mother and Her Hunter Consort.~

by Quotefiend on Mon Oct 31st, 2005 at 21:29:26 PDT

I am Matityahu ben Matisyahu, (none / 1)

ben Getzel, ben Bernard, ben adam lo dabri, l’dor Eliezer, ben Aharon, l’dor Levi, ben Ya’akov, ben Yitzhak, ben Avraham, ben Terah.

Trans: I am Matthew, son of Mitchell, son of George, son of Bernard, son of a man unknown, of the generations of Eliezer, son of Aaron, of the generations of Levi, son of Jacob, son of Isaac, son of Abraham, son of Terah.

Millions wailing, one cracking Hitler jokes – Mel Brooks’ view of his life.

by Matthew Krell on Tue Nov 1st, 2005 at 21:47:51 PDT

More Remembering (4.00 / 15)

This subthread is for remembering those who crossed more than a year ago; same process as above. Again, realspace candles are optional. The ritual is fully underway now, so I’ll keep looking in and then post the closing when it looks like everyone’s done. Blessed Samhain.

by Morgan on Mon Oct 31st, 2005 at 17:16:11 PDT

remembering (4.00 / 14)

my grandparents,
who taught me about diversity, change, and tolerance
who taught me about love and service – giving and recieving
who taught me about strong faith and asking questions
through their lives and differences.

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by its simple IF you ignore the complexity on Mon Oct 31st, 2005 at 17:31:56 PDT

Two candles. (4.00 / 14)

I am Ellen, daughter of Barbara, daughter of Anne, daughter of a woman unknown.

I light one candle
for my friend and mentor Carrie,
fearless, talented, innovative, and loving.

And, though it has been more years,
I light another candle
for my mother Barbara
and my father Charles son of Charles.
I yearn to let you know
that I am grateful for your gifts
and your love.
I hope you take some joy in my joy
and that peace and liberation are yours.

We remember you.

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by Makeda on Mon Oct 31st, 2005 at 17:41:32 PDT

remember (4.00 / 14)

my uncles George and Bob.
my aunt Marion.
my friends Dave and Jolie.
I will remember them.

God has many names

by leftofcenter on Mon Oct 31st, 2005 at 17:44:45 PDT

Remembering (4.00 / 14)

I am Sally, daughter of Evelyn, daughter of Sarah, daughter of those that walked this path before me. I light candles in remembrance of those that touched my heart and soul.

Ray and Flo – grandparents that taught me humility and joy in simple things.

Sarah – grandmother that walked in serenity always.

Bob – Uncle by marriage – father in my heart, teacher and friend in my soul forever.

Rolf – my son by marriage, my son of the heart

Mark and Roberta – parents by marriage and parents in my heart

Bea and Marjorie and Dorothy – Mother by marriage, mother and aunts of my heart…women of joy and intelligence and courage.

Soldiers that have died in Iraq and Aghanistan – for each that dies part of our humanities cries.

Citizens of Iraq and Afghanistan that have died – more of our humanity was lost with each life lost.

May the Goddess continue to hold them in her arms and heart on this journey between the worlds.

So Mote It Be

by SallyCat on Mon Oct 31st, 2005 at 17:52:18 PDT

For those who passed long ago… (4.00 / 14)

I am Andrew, son of Andrew, Grandson of Andrew, Great-Grandson of Unknown…

I remember my Grandparents Mary and Andy and my Grandmother K. I wish you had been able to meet your Great-Granddaughter.

I remember my Uncle Charley.

I remember my wife’s Grandpa.

I remember Clay; I wish you had not ended your life my friend. You were to young.

For all of our soldiers, for all of the Iraqis.

We Remember You.

Blessed Be.

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by Andy Ternay on Mon Oct 31st, 2005 at 18:00:57 PDT

Remembering (4.00 / 14)

Grandparents Betty and Donald Buell, and Emily and John Durack.

Leaders Paul and Sheila Wellstone.

Friends Henry, Waldo, Sam, Jack, Terry, and Walt.

by Elizabeth D on Mon Oct 31st, 2005 at 18:04:30 PDT

We remember you. (4.00 / 16)

I remember those who have died for their faith, be they Christians in the arena, or Jews in the camps, or pagans suffering persecution.

I remember those who have died from the evils of human greed and incompetence, in the “Gulf States” of both the Middle East and the United States.

I remember Nana and Dida, my maternal grandparents, who built the house I call home.

by Morgan on Mon Oct 31st, 2005 at 18:11:43 PDT

Remembering (4.00 / 14)

I am Kelly, daughter of Vivian, daughter of Alice, daughter of Florence, daughter of a woman unknown to me. Carried in my memory are:

My mother Vivian, gone far too young.  Your granddaughter remembers you.

My father Edward, also gone far too young.  You would have loved your granddaughter.

Alice, the only grandparent I really remember. Your great-granddaughter is named for you.

My godmother Roberta, best friend of my mother. Friends for 50 years, they died within 9 months of each other.

Nancy, Carroll, Kathleen and Robert, siblings of my father.

We remember you.

by brillig on Mon Oct 31st, 2005 at 18:19:26 PDT

We remember you… (4.00 / 14)

I am Rune, also know as Patricia, daughter of Judith, daughter of Delmarea, daughter of a woman unknown…

Tonight I remember my paternal grandmother, Magaret, my little brother Patrick, and my friend Jamie. Fauve, Vincent, Joffrey and Griffin I miss you always, furballs.

“When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.” — Hunter S. Thompson

by rune on Mon Oct 31st, 2005 at 18:40:30 PDT

Four Candles (4.00 / 14)

Because I choose to blog under a pseudonym, I do not directly name the living.  But I am Progressive Witness, son of Ta Chanunpa Ska, son of Clyde, son of Byron, son of Samuel, son of Charles, son of John.

Tonight I remember Charles and Martha my ancestors, dedicated and active Wesleyan abolitionists who were driven from Ohio to Iowa for their beliefs.  In spirit and politics, I always try to be attentive to their example.

I also remember my great-grandparents Byron and Sarah, who experienced much trouble when he rescued her from the racism that so often plagued her in her white family.  Their love inspires me.

We remember you.

Jesus built a ship to sing a song to/It sails the rivers and it sails the tide

by Progressive Witness on Mon Oct 31st, 2005 at 18:41:41 PDT

For Those Who Served With Honor (4.00 / 15)

I am Roland, also called Peter, son of Thomas, son of Thomas, son of Edward, son of Thomas, son of a man unknown to me.

Tonight, I remember my father, Thomas Richard Flanagan, who crossed over in March of 2003. I remember my father, who died in a VA hospital bed for lack of adequate preventative care. I remember my father, who trusted and believed in the man he voted for as President, whose heart broke as he watched the mistake of his generation — the one that eventually killed him (Diabetes II, most likely due to chemical warfare side effects) — repeated as he lay on his deathbed. Tonight, I remember my father as he was, in his prime a titan among men, who despite our differences always respected my ways, who taught me honor, loyalty, courage, who taught me to love liberty and justice.

Among many other things in his life, my father was in SAC during the Cuban Missile Crisis. Like his father before him (I am Sally, daughter of Evelyn, daughter of Sarah, daughter of those that walked this path before me. I light candles in remembrance of those that touched my heart and soul.who served in WW II), he did not tell stories of the trials he faced or the dangers of the uniform, but merely of mad escapades among strongfriends, the beauty of the sky at supersonic speeds. It was the self-effacing humor of the true hero. The remainder of his life, he devoted to more mundane concerns, job, husband, father. He was not perfect. He was human. He was also great, and that is epitaph enough and more for any man.

Tonight, I remember all who have died as my father did, out of loyalty, for the follies of others, but always with love of their neighbors and their country in mind. I remember the innocent who died, caught in the crossfire and not knowing why. I remember those ‘enemies’ who fought as my father did, as those like him did, with honor and for those they love. May the better world we build remember them all, that such follies never happen again.

We remember you.

(/) Roland X
Love is a phoenix

by Roland X on Mon Oct 31st, 2005 at 18:42:31 PDT

remembering (4.00 / 13)

I am Summer, daughter of Janice, daughter of Arelia, daughter of Nancy, daughter of Emely, daughter of a woman whose name has passed into shadow.

I remember my father Bill, dead five years now, who has been as close to me recently as he has ever been. I’m still discovering him, still coming to new understandings with him, and even now we are working out the peace that eluded us during his life.

I remember Bill and Ottie, grandparents whose presence in my life was a sacred gift.
   

by Summer F on Mon Oct 31st, 2005 at 19:03:24 PDT

remembering (4.00 / 10)

I am Kathleen, born of Helen, daughter of Elizabeth, daughter of Thelma, daughter of a woman unknown to me.

I light a candle for my mother, Helen, whose love and laughter I carry in my heart always.

I light a candle for my father, with the hope that time will heal old wounds long past reconciling.

I light a candle for the women and men of our line who have gone before, in the hope that my daughter will live with the knowledge of their strength and wisdom.

Blessed be….

by samoashark on Mon Oct 31st, 2005 at 19:13:54 PDT

I remember you (none / 1)

Getzel Krell
Shaina Pevsner Krell
Reed Carter
Mildred Harrington Carter
Kevin Hall
Shaul Wellstone
Shaina Wellstone
Avraham Pevsner
Malka Felsenfeld Krell
The Six Million

And those who have none to say Kaddish for them.

I remember you.

Millions wailing, one cracking Hitler jokes – Mel Brooks’ view of his life.

by Matthew Krell on Tue Nov 1st, 2005 at 21:55:24 PDT

I am Michael (4.00 / 14)

son of Babe, son of Christopher, son of a man unknown.
I drink from the cup of fellowship to the ancestors.
I offer a single red rose for my offering.
I light a candle for my grandmother.
I remember Marie.

God has many names

by leftofcenter on Mon Oct 31st, 2005 at 17:37:46 PDT

remembering (4.00 / 15)

my dad, Harry
1920-1954

by under the bodhi tree on Mon Oct 31st, 2005 at 17:40:03 PDT

I am Catherine (4.00 / 14)

daughter of RoseMarie, daughter of Helen, daughter of Victoria, daughter of a woman unknown.

I light candles for my mother,
and my father,
and for my brother’s daughter, who was just beginning to find her own path.

I thank each of you for your lessons.

by bwren on Mon Oct 31st, 2005 at 17:55:34 PDT

I am Sara, (4.00 / 8)

daughter of Margaret, daughter of Rae, daughter of Viola, daughter of Sally, daughter of Julia, daughter of Betsy, daughter of woman unknown.

I offer frankincense.

I light a candle in remembrance of my father, Lt. Col. Robert Reed who served his country by flying combat in WWII, Korea, and the Cold War.  He had many gifts — but a special one was the way he also encouraged others to find their own gifts.  

I remember and honor my ancestors who suffered tribulations.  I send Love back through the lines of blood and ask for healing through the generations.

I give thanks to Ki-Mo-Wah-n, the Spirit of the Rain, who claimed me while I was fasting, named me, and who has been kind to me always.

Blessings and thanks.

So mote it be.

by Rain on Mon Oct 31st, 2005 at 21:31:50 PDT

Still open (4.00 / 6)

I’ve decided to leave this open for the night, and post the closing in the morning. So feel free to add rememberances, offerings, or whatever.

May you all have a safe and enlightening night :-).

by Morgan on Mon Oct 31st, 2005 at 23:20:35 PDT

Completing the Remembering (4.00 / 7)

Ancestors going back into the darkness, forgotten by history, your lives unrecorded. You who are unknown to us but who made us ourselves. You are not forgotten. We remember you.

As we look toward the horizon, let us pause and reflect upon how the past intertwines with the future, in a never ending spiral.

(Bowl of Raisins is taken from the altar.) Morrigan, Battle Goddess of Chaos and Death, we remember thee through the raisin. (The bowl is passed sunwise and each celebrant takes one and eats.)

(Bowl of granola is taken from the altar.) Dagda, The Good God, we remember thee through the bounty of your cauldron that sustains us through these dark times. (The bowl is passed sunwise and each celebrant takes one and eats.)

(High Druid removes chalices of water & mead from altar, High Druidess picks up sickle and branch from altar, holds above chalices.) Dagda, Morrigan, we have given to you our adoration and praise. Now we ask that you give to us your blessings. Dagda, bring to us your bounty. Morrigan, bring to us your transformation. So be it. (Branch is touched to sickle blade.)

Behold – The waters of bounty and transformation! (A small amount of each chalice is poured onto ground or, if indoors, into a libation bowl. Chalices are passed sunwise for all to drink.)

by Morgan on Tue Nov 1st, 2005 at 07:04:38 PDT

Closing (4.00 / 7)

We have received the blessings of the Gods. Our closing draws near. Let us now dismiss those whom we have called.

(Hold cauldron of water above altarplate.) We thank thee, Ancestors for your presence at this rite. Through our communion you are strengthened as are we. Now has come the time to close this rite, so depart across the veil if you must, or stay if you will. In love we bid you farewell. So be it.

(Hold cauldron of earth above altarplate.) We thank thee, Spirits of Nature, for your presence at this rite. Through our communion you are strengthened as are we. Now has come the time to close this rite, so depart across the veil if you must, or stay if you will. In love we bid you farewell. So be it.

Dagda, we thank you for your blessings. The time has come to return to the air with your brethren. I bid you, let your spirit return to the cauldron of sky. So be it. (Flame is touched to the incense in the cauldron, then the candle snuffed out.)

Morrigan, we thank you for your blessings. The time has come to return to the air with your brethren. I bid you, let your spirit return to the cauldron of sky. So be it. (Flame is touched to the incense in the cauldron, then the candle snuffed out.)

(Hold cauldron of air above altarplate.) We thank thee, Gods and Goddesses, for your presence at this rite. Through our communion you are strengthened as are we. Now has come the time to close this rite, so depart across the veil if you must, or stay if you will. In love we bid you farewell. So be it.

(Raise seashell.) O’ Manannan, Mac Lir, Lord of the Headlands, Keeper of the Veil, I give you thanks for parting the Veil during this rite so that the spirits of the Ancestors, the Nature Spirits, and the Gods could pass more freely between the worlds. But now is the time for this ritual to end, so, if you must, allow the veil to thicken again. So be it.

We have received the blessings of Dagda and Morrigan. Let us return now to the world strengthened by our knowledge. Let us return to the world refreshed by our communion with the ancestors and nature spirits. Let time and space resume their normal course.

It is done. Walk with wisdom.

by Morgan on Tue Nov 1st, 2005 at 07:07:49 PDT

My apologies (none / 1)

I did not intend to constantly invoke Ha-Shem, but I tried to enter into the spirit of the service, leaving me naked before the Ein Sof – a step I was not prepared to take, and I had to quickly retreat into a more familiar spiritual surrounding.

Millions wailing, one cracking Hitler jokes – Mel Brooks’ view of his life.

by Matthew Krell on Tue Nov 1st, 2005 at 21:57:26 PDT

Absolutely no offense taken (none / 1)

It was my intention to make this ritual open to anyone, and your contributions only added to it’s richness. No apologies are necessary, but they are accepted if you still feel it appropriate to offer them.

Thank you for joining us.

by Morgan on Tue Nov 1st, 2005 at 22:02:41 PDT

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