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Emakhet's Hall of Amenti
Monday, June 21, 2010
1) Honoring the Light both within and without...how can you increase the healing Light of your Circle.
2) Doing a Fire ceremony that honors the gift of Fire. Fire partakes of the Sun and is considered the Sun within the Earth.
3) How can you as an individual and your Circle increase in your vitality and what activities can you do together (drumming, chanting, dancing) that give of your vitality to Earth and other beings.
4) Making a Prayer Stick or Prayer Tree upon which you place specific prayers for those who need healing, for the return to peace where there is no peace, for abundance in areas of the world where there is now poverty and scarcity.
5) How to absorb the beneficent power and strength from the Earth and Sun into your minds, bodies, hearts and souls just as are the plants, animals and other beings now drawing power and strength during this time.
Once you've done this drawing upon the power and strength available, ask for you and your Circle to be filled with the light and enlightenment needed to grow spiritually.
6) Creating a Circle that sends healing love to others round the Earth.
Circling together, find a way consciously to send your blessings and your love in such a way that you see "what you are sending" as encircling the globe of Earth.
One of the most important things to remember about ceremony is that it is a way for humans to give back to Creation some of the energy and blessings that we are always receiving. Mother Earth constantly gives us two leggeds and other creatures a surface on which to place our feet. The Sun's warmth provides the heat necessary for all living beings to prosper. The relationship of Earth, Sun, and Moon is the matrix within which all living beings evolve during their sojourn here on Earth. All ceremonies bring an awareness of this Unity with the larger Web of Being and Becoming.
"As Above, so Below" and "As without, so within" reflect the understanding that ceremonies are most powerful when the intention and the purpose of the ceremony is to align ourselves with what is occurring within the larger Web, the greater Pattern.
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Saturday, January 17, 2009
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CEREMONY FOR POMONA 
POMONA COMMUNITY FARM
1/18/09
RITUAL OUTLINE
1.GROUND & CENTER/ PURIFICATION & CONSECRATION
2.ESTABLISH INTENTIONS
3.DEFINE RITUAL SPACE/ CALL CORNERS
4.INVOKE MALE AND FEMALE DIETIES
5.INVOKE FACETS OF NATURE SPIRITS AS GUIDES
6.RITUAL WORK
7.THE EXCHANGE/MAKING OFFERINGS
8.FRUIT & WINE
9. CLOSING THE CIRCLE 
10.FAREWELL TO THE GOD/GODDESS
11.TAKING DOWN CIRCLE 
12. FAREWELL TO ATTENDEES
*ALTAR- WHITE SAGE, CHALICE OF WATER, CHALICE OF WINE, BASKET OF FRUIT, FLOWERS, NOVEENA CANDLE WITH GODDESS IMAGE (IDEALLY POMONA HERSELF, ANY WOMAN WITH FRUIT OR FLOWERS)
1.GROUNDING AND CENTERING
TIME IS TAKEN TO SETTLE.
ATTENDEES ENTER CIRCLE AND SIT DOWN ON EARTH.
SAGE IS LIT AND EACH BEING IN CIRCLE IS SMUDGED.
LET US TAKE A FEW MOMENTS OF SILENCE FOR SOME DEEP BREATHS.
IMAGINE THE EXCHANGE OF CO2 AND O2 BETWEEN THE HUMANS AND PLANTS AROUND US. AS WE BREATHE OUT RELEASE THE TOXIC SUBSTANCES WITHIN INTO THE AIR.HEAR THE PLANTS AROUND RECIEVE OUR EXHALATION AS THEIR NOURISHMENT.
AS WE BREATHE IN WE TAKE IN THE ELEMENTS WHICH NURTURE US FROM THE SURROUNDING LEAVES.
REPEAT THIS PROCESS 
2.STATEMENT OF INTENTION
*TO HONOR THE ROMAN GODDESS POMONA AND HER CONSORT VERTUMNUS IN HER ASPECTS OF FRUITING AND BLOOMING. TO UNDERSTAND HER MYTHOLOGY IN RELATION TO OUR CONTEMPORARY WORLD AND THE POMONA COMMUNITY FARM
*TO OPEN SPACE FOR FURTHER CEREMONY @ THE POMONA COMMUNITY FARM
*TO EXPLORE THE IDEA OF 'ABUNDANCE' THAT SPROUTS, GROWS, DANGLES, WINDS AND VINES IT'S WAY TO US FROM THE FERTILE MOTHER EARTH.
*TO APPRECIATE EACH OTHER AND THE PATHS THAT HAVE LED US TO THIS POINT.
3.DEFINE RITUAL SPACE
TO THE EAST-AIR ELEMENT
(RAISE SAGE)
WE CALL UPON THE WINDS OF FLOWER POLLEN, THE AIR THAT WE BREATHE AND SHARE AS ONE WITH ALL BEINGS. 
MAY IT STAY CLEAN AND PURE. 
WE CALL UPON THE WINDS OF CHANGE TO STIR UP THIS GARDEN, 
SHAKING DEAD LEAVES FROM THE TREES
PREPARING THE SOIL FOR THE COMING YEAR;
MAY ABUNDANCE BE UPON US THROUGH ALL IT'S MOONS...
TO THE SOUTH-FIRE ELEMENT
(RAISE NOVEENA CANDLE)
WE CALL TO THE SPIRIT OF THE SUN AND IT'S GOLDEN RAYS OF LIGHT. 
TO THE FIREY STAR IN THE SKY WHICH LOOKS UPON ALL BEINGS ON EARTH AND ILLUMINATES ALL. MAY OUR HEART'S BE WARMED AND NURTURED BY THE ELEMENT OF FIRE. MAY IT GIVE US STRENGTH AND COURAGE TO HELP RETURN THIS EARTH TO THE GARDEN IT ONCE WAS.
TO THE WEST-WATER ELEMENT
(RAISE CHALICE OF WATER)
WE CALL TO THE LIFE GIVING WATERS THAT THE TREES DRINK UPON.
THE ARTESIAN WELLS BENEATH THE EARTH. THE CREEKS OF TOVENGAR NOW DAMNED. UNTIL YOU RUN FREE AGAIN WE KEEP YOU ALIVE IN OUR MEMORIES AND WE EAT THE FRUIT FROM TREES WHO'S ROOTS ARE BURIED SO DEEP THAT THEY DRINK FROM THEE. . TO THE RAINS THAT FALL SOFTLY ON OUR FIELDS, BE HERE WITH US TO BRING FERTILITY TO THIS LAND.
MAY THE WATER IN OUR BODIES BE AS PURE AS THEE
(DRINKS WATER)
TO THE NORTH-EARTH ELEMENT
ALLOW US TO BE AWARE NOW OF THE ROCKS AND THE SOLID WORLD. IT IS UPON THIS EARTH THAT WE TREAD. IT IS THESE MINERALS WHICH PROVIDE US FORM. IT IS OUR BODIES AND OUR GRAVE. HEAR OUR CALL! FERTILE SOIL AND STONE, GREAT SNOWY MOUNTAINS OF THE TONGVA: WE SEE YOU TOWER ABOVE US. GIVE US PERSPECTIVE ON HOW SMALL OUR COLLISIONS ARE. UPLIFT OF CONTINENTS, WE HARVEST THE FRUIT THAT GROWS AT YOUR FEET.MAY WHAT ROLLS OFF YOUR SURFACE FEED US.
(ALL EAT FRUIT)
TO THE ABOVE-THE STARS
WE CALL TO THE GREAT INFINITE ABOVE, SEAT OF THE STARS. MILKY WOMB OF MYSTERY, WE CALL YOUR GREAT LIGHT DOWN THROUGH OUR CROWNS AS A COLUMN THAT FLOWS THROUGH OUR BODY AND INTO THE EARTH....
TO THE BELOW-EARTH'S CENTER
MAY OUR ROOTS GROW DEEP INTO THE SOIL AND FEEL AWAYS CONNECTED TO IT'S SPINNING MAGNETIC CORE, REACHING UP THROUGH MAGMA, MANTLE AND CRUST. GREAT UNDERWORLD OF THE DEEP AND DARK, BE HERE WITH US AS WE DRAW THIS FORCE INTO OUR BODIES.
ALLOW THESE FORCES, FROM ABOVE AND BELOW, TO MEET IN ....
THE CENTER- OUR HEARTS
WHERE ALL DIRECTIONS INEVITABLY CONVERGE. FEEL YOUR HEARTBEAT AND THE LIFE OF THE ELEMENTS WITHIN YOURSELF.
SO MOTE IT BE!
4.INVOCATION OF NATURE SPIRITS
FIRST, GO AROUND CIRCLE AND ALLOW EACH PARTICIPANT TO THINK UPON AN ANIMAL OR PLANT THAT IS PART OF OUR LIFE COMMUNITY IN OUR AREA.
SHARE WHAT THIS PARTICULAR BEING CAN TEACH US AS A MEMBER OF OUR COMMUNITY AND WHAT IT REPRESENTS TO YOU PERSONALLY.
RESTATE INTENTION:
5.RITUAL WORK
READ STORY OF POMONA
POMONA AND VERTUMNUS
Once, when the kings of the Silvian House reigned over the Latin people, there lived a nymph whose name was Pomona. She never went near the springs, or lakes, or rivers, nor near the wild woods; she cared only for places where grew trees that were laden with fruits. She was no huntress; the only implement that she ever held in her hands was a pruning-hook or a spade.
She would loosen the earth round the roots of some of her trees; she would cut away growth that was too luxurious; sometimes she would make a cut in a tree and would graft into it a twig from another tree, and she would rejoice to see one tree bearing two kinds of fruit. Sometimes she would train a vine to grow along an elm-tree. But all day she worked where fruits grew, leading water to flow by the roots, or destroying insects that came upon the leaves of her trees.
In the spring-time she would see Flora, her sister-nymph, in the fields, giving color and fragrance to the flowers, giving sweetness to the honey in the combs, giving grace to the boys and girls who came about her. To Pomona Flora would give all that she had to give. But Pomona would never go to her or call Flora to come to her amongst her trees. And sometimes she would see Venus, the great lady who had so many worshippers, but she would not leave her trees to go to where Venus had her shrine.
Pomona grew up supple and robust; she grew sound and handsome as an apple upon one of her trees. She gave herself no adornments; all she ever wore was a brown dress; all she ever put upon her head was a wreath of leaves to keep the sun from burning her face.
Silvanus and Picus were the first of the demi-gods to see that Pomona was becoming more and more good-looking as the seasons went on. She was shy, they knew; but each thought what a fine sweetheart she would make, if he could get her to walk or talk with him. And each knew that she had lots to give a fine garden and fruits of every kind--apples and pears, grapes and cherries. Silvanus was the first to go see her: he went in his hunter's dress, with a spear in his hand, and the game he had just killed in a bag at his side. Pomona would not come near him. Then he chased her so that she had to slip from him behind tree after tree. She wearied him out and he went away. But he came to her at another season: this time he did not come from the hunting; he came from lands that he had cleared and that he had sheep grazing on. He came to her as a shepherd, and he sought to woo her mildly, but she would neither speak to him nor let him come near where she was.
Picus came the very day that Silvanus came as a shepherd--Picus the son of old Saturnus who was god of the grain-sown field. Picus was handsome; Picus wore a scarlet cloak; Picus could talk well to any woman. But when he came near her Pomona dashed water in his face from her stream. Then Picus saw Silvanus and thinking that he was Pomona's favoured suitor, began to abuse him. Silvanus caught hold of him, and beat him, and tore his scarlet cloak from his shoulders. Pomona fled from both of them, and after that she would let none of the male divinities come near where she was. She built a wall round where her trees grew; she would not go outside the gate, and she was very careful to let no one who might turn out to be a lover come within it.
Young Vertumnus saw her through the gate; he saw Pomona and he loved her more ardently than either Silvanus or Picus had loved her--Silvanus who was much older than he looked, and Picus who was always in love with some girl. He came to her gate, but she would not let him come in. Back he came in the garb of a reaper, carrying a basket of barley-ears as an offering to her. She bade him go away. Another time he came as a mower, with grass binding his brow. She left him outside the gate, nor would she speak to him at all. And then he came as a ploughman, big and burly, holding in his hand a goad which Pomona might think that he had just used to drive the oxen in the furrows. She left him before the gate, and although he shook it with his hands, he could not force it open. And then, that she might think of him as one who had an interest in trees and fruit and be kind to him on that account, he came bearing a ladder upon his shoulder as if he were ready to mount to where the apples were growing and gather them. But Pomona knew him for one of the male divinities, albeit for one of the youngest of them, and she would not let him come to where she tended her trees.
One day Pomona saw outside her gate a bent and weary-looking old woman. She had on a head-dress that fell across her eyes, and she leaned upon a stick. Pomona, the kindliest of the nymphs, asked her to sit in the shade of one of her trees and rest herself and eat some of her fruit. The old woman came within. "How beautifully your garden is kept!" she said. "I have never been where trees grew so well, or where the fruits looked so bright and so refreshing. Do you live here all alone, my dear?" She ate the fruit that was given her and she looked at Pomona as she stood there in her brown dress and with the leaves about her head. "I have heard of you, my dear," she said. "Everything I heard about you made me think you were beautiful, but you are more beautiful than I thought." And saying this she kissed Pomona.
And as she went from tree to tree the old woman kept calling to her. Pomona came back and stood under an elm-tree near where the old woman sat. The elm-tree supported vines which were covered with bunches of grapes. "Look," said the old woman. "If that elm-tree stood unmated to the vine it would have no value except for its timber. And the vine that grows there! If there was no elm-tree for it to grow upon it would straggle along the ground, flat and unflourishing! So you see what good comes of mating two beings--the vine and the elm-tree. But you, my dear, refuse to be mated, refuse to be wedded, refuse even to know one who might be a sweetheart for you! Listen! Consent to having an old woman like me make a match for you!"
Pomona was so surprised to have someone talk to her in this strain that she sank down on the grass beside the old woman. "Be wise and choose Vertumnus! I know the lad well--I know him as well as I know myself! He is a lad who does not wander idly through the world. He has wide spaces to live in, and he dwells near at hand! He is not like the others who came to woo you--Picus, for instance, who went and fell in love with Canens, and who went on until he had an enchantress fall in love with him, and who, because he would not respond to her, has since been turned into a woodpecker. I'll say nothing about Silvanus! He has been in love with nearly all of the nymphs! Vertumnus is not like either of these divinities. You will be his first love, dear Pomona, and his last. And besides, he is interested in all that you are interested in--he deals in fruits, too! He was made to be yours, and you were made to be his, and I am here to tell you that!"
Even as these words were said the head-dress fell off the head of the one who spoke to Pomona. Bright and ardent were the eyes that she saw then. Pomona stood up and would have run away; but hands held her hands, gently, firmly. "You are Vertumnus," she said. She saw a face before her--a youth's face; the stick that the pretended old woman had leaned on fell away; the cloak fell off the figure. Pomona saw a youth who was tall and fine as one of her own trees. And until the evening star came they stayed amongst the trees, and when they parted Pomona had promised to wed her Vertumnus.
There they reigned over the orchards and lands. You can find their bodies in the elm and the grape.
5. INVOKE GODDESS/GOD DIETIES
INVOCATION OF THE GODDESS POMONA/ GOD VERTUMNUS
HAIL GODDESS POMONA! 
APPLE MOTHER OF THE FRUIT TREES !
CARRIER OF THE PRUNING SHEAR!
WE INVOKE THEE TO OUR CIRCLE!
WOOD NYMPH OF ROME!
GUARDIAN OF THE SACRED ORCHARD!
LADY OF THE FRUIT AND SEED!
WE BECKON THEE TO JOIN US!
WE HONOR YOU WITH OFFERINGS OF FRUITS AND INCENCE, WATERS OF THE EARTH AND FLAME OF THE SUN, BE HERE WITH US 
POMONA! 
GREAT GODDESS OF THE SWEET FLESHY WOMB ! 
BLESS THIS LAND WITH YOUR PRESENCE
SO OUR HARVESTS MAY FLOURISH THIS COMING YEAR...
GREAT GOD, VERTUMNUS!
CONSORT OF POMONA!
WE INVOKE THEE!
COME TO OUR CIRCLE AND BLESS US
YOU,WITH YOUR MYSTERIOUS DISGUISE
YOU, DRESSED AS AN OLD WOMAN,
LIKE A FRUIT RIPE WITH AGE 
SWEET AND NURTURING
YOU WHO WON THE HEART OF THE NYMPH
THAT NONE OTHER COULD WOO
GOD OF THE FIELD AND THE HARVEST
WE WELCOME YOUR PRESENCE UPON THIS LAND
BLESSED BE!
7. THE EXCHANGE/MAKING OFFERINGS
PASS FRUIT AROUND CIRCLE. EACH PERSON CHOOSE A PIECE OF FRUIT THAT THEY ARE DRAWN TO. STUDY THE FRUIT AND WHAT IT SYMBOLIZES TO US. COMPARE THE FRUIT TO A DISGUISE OF AN OLD WOMAN. WHAT DOES THE FORM OF FRUIT TEACH US? CREATE AN INTENTION OF WHAT THIS FRUIT MEANS TO US AND THEN PLACE UPON THE STATUE OF POMONA.
(**IF YOU DO NOT HAVE AN IMAGE OF POMONA, OFFER AT THE BASE OF A FRUIT TREE, ESPECIALLY APPLE, OR UPON AN ALTAR OR GARDEN**)
8.CAKES AND WINES
PASS CHALICE OF WINE AS A SYMBOL OF LIFEBLOOD OF THE BLOOD OF THE GODDESS. DELICIOUS FRUITS AND GAZE UPON THE TREES AND FLOWERS. REFLECT UPON THE DELICIOUSNESS OF THE FRUITS AND ENJOY THE GIFTS OF POMONA.
9.CLOSING THE CIRCLE
WALK IN COUNTER-CLOCKWISE CIRCLE AROUND CEREMONY SPACE WITH WHITE SAGE
10. THANKING THE GOD/GODDESS & ANIMAL/ANCESTORS
GIVE THANKS TO POMONA 
TO THE FRUIT WHICH REACHES OUR MOUTHS
MAY WE TAKE LESSON FROM HER STORY
AND TEND TO THE BRANCHES AND VINES
AS IF WE WERE LOVERS AND FRIENDS
GIVE THANKS TO VERTUMNUS
TO THE CHANGING SEASONS OF THE WORLD
TO THE CONTINUALLY REVOLVING HARVESTS
BE THEY ON THE BRANCH THE VINE THE STEM OR THE ROOT
IT IS THE FOOD OF YOUR WORLD THAT FEEDS US
OFFER EXTRA WATER, WINE AND FRUITS AND THANK POMONA AND VERTUMNUS. ASK TO STAY IF THEY WILL AND GO IF THEY MUST.
11. TAKING DOWN THE CIRCLE
GATHER ITEMS AND PUT OUT CANDLES, INCENSE.
12.FAREWELL TO ATTENDEES
GIVE LOVE AND INVITE FRIENDS FOR DINNER, STAY IF THEY WILL GO IF THEY MUST!
BLESSED BE!
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Wednesday, January 14, 2009

This precious rite was developed by Lady Isadora Forest, Priestess of Isis and great inspiration This and more of the Isis Magic Liturgy can be found at http://www.hermeticfellowship.org/Iseum/Rituals/OpeningOfTheWays.html
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The Opening of the Ways is meant as a meditation before your main practice Opening your inner qi flow and engaging in the life force energy that is Isis....I have performed this ritual with various results Some say they leave the ritual feeling very high and out of their bodies It is recomended to bring some sort of grounding food for after the ritual has been completed Turkey soup works wonders or chocolate chip cookies, which are always a comforting and sweet way to realign.
The Opening Of the Ways
About the Rite: This is the all-purpose opening ritual of the House of Isis. It can serve as an beginning of almost any other rite or it can be an entire working by itself. It is an excellent opening for personal work or communion with Isis. This version is slightly different from the versions given in Isis Magic in that it acknowledges Isis as Lady of the Otherworld when we open the Way which is symbolically beneath our feet. If you prefer, you can certainly use “Earth” at your feet as is given in the book.
Temple Arrangement & Ritual Tools: Nothing special needed.

ENTERING
The Priest/ess enters the temple, faces East, and gives the Sign of the Wings Of Isis.
Priest/ess:
I am a Daughter/Son of Isis. I am a Child of the Goddess. (Repeating until s/he feels it to be true.)

PURIFICATION & CONSECRATION
Priest/ess performs the purification and consecration learned as a Votary. When this is complete, s/he returns to center of temple, facing East, and makes the Sign of the Wings of Isis.
Priest/ess:
Isis is all things and all things are Isis.

THE OPENING
Standing in the West, facing East, the Priest/ess raises her/his arms in the Sign of the Wings Of Isis.
Priest/ess:
Open, O Heaven! Open, O Earth! Open, O East! Open, O West! Open, O South! Open, O North! The gates of Thy temple shall be flung wide for Thee, Goddess Isis!
S/he moves to the center of the temple; visualizes her/his aura as a glowing egg completely surrounding the body. S/he gives the Sign of Opening the Shrine.
Priest/ess:
Let the shrine of the East be opened unto Isis, only Isis. (Vibrating) ISET NEF.
S/he visualizes the Eastern part of her/his aura becoming as a glowing net—complete, yet open to the Goddess. Next s/he turns to the South and repeats the entire procedure.
Priest/ess:
(Facing South) Let the shrine of the South be opened unto Isis, only Isis. (Vibrating) ISET ASH.

(Facing West) Let the shrine of the West be opened unto Isis, only Isis. (Vibrating) ISET MU.

(Facing North) Let the shrine of the North be opened unto Isis, only Isis. (Vibrating) ISET TA.
Facing East once more, s/he extends her/his arms above her/his head, gives the Sign of the Opening of the Shrine.
Priest/ess:
Let the shrine of Heaven be opened unto Isis, only Isis. (Vibrating) ISET BA.
S/he repeats the Sign below her/himself.
Priest/ess:
Let the shrine of the Otherworld be opened unto Isis, only Isis. (Vibrating) ISET KA.
S/he repeats the opening motion, starting from the heart and moving outward.
Priest/ess:
Let the shrine of my Heart be opened unto Isis, only Isis. (Vibrating) ISET IB.
Let the Priest/ess visualize doors opening in her/his heart—chains falling away, shells breaking open.

INVOCATION
Priest/ess continues to face East and makes the Sign of the Wings of Isis.
Priest/ess:
I have opened the ways for Thee, Goddess Isis.
S/he turns her/his arms inward to the cup posture and invokes:
Priest/ess:
Come, therefore, Winged One and fill this vessel, Thy Priest/ess. Grace me, Isis, with Thy presence. Enter into Thy House and be with Thy daughter/son. O come Beloved One, Great of Magic, Beautiful of Wings, Bright of Face. Open my eyes to Thine everywhere-presence. Awaken my heart to the voice of Thy beating wings. Make bare my soul to the beauty of Thy Words of Power.
pastedGraphic_2.pdfI arise on wings of aspiration to Thee, O Isis. Come, descend from above, arise from below, expand from within—and fill me, Goddess. From the rising bud of the lotus, to the mighty branch of the sycamore, to the Moon and Sun which are Thine eyes, to the Stars which entwine Thy hair, all the Universe is Thine, Isis—as am I.
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As s/he visualizes the Light of Isis filling the cup s/he is making with her/his arms. When s/he feels it is full enough, s/he slowly lowers her/his arms, letting the Light pour into her/his aura. Now is the time to commune with the Goddess or perform other work.

CLOSING
Facing East and giving the Sign of the Closing of the Shrine, the Priest/ess visualizes her/his aura as solid again. S/he begins at the heart and moves in reverse order.
Priest/ess:
Let the shrine of my Heart be closed.
Let the shrine of the Otherworld be closed.
Let the shrine of Heaven be closed.
Let the shrine of the North be closed.
Let the shrine of the West be closed.
Let the shrine of the South be closed.
Let the shrine of the East be closed.
Priest/ess thanks the Goddess, makes the Sign of the Wings of Isis, then quits the temple.
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The Art of Dreaming
guided visualization and archetypal symbolism

Astrology
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Body Awareness
the body as a temple, egyptian neters
The Fire Element
candle magick- transformation through flame

The Earth Element
osiris the gardener, plant cultivation and agriculture

The Holy Shrine
creating altars for any environment

The Dieties
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The Language of the Goddess
poetry and prose, word/sound/power

Perfumes and Oils
scents of ancient times
The Water Element
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Goddess in Form
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Giving Blessings
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Passion Plays
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Closing of the Ways

MAY ALL WHO ARE DRAWN TO THIS CIRCLE BE WITH THE INTENTION OF THE HIGHEST GOOD! HARM NONE! MAY ALL WITH GOOD INTENT BE WELCOMED AND BLESSED!
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Friday, January 9, 2009
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This site is as a new seed begins....full of potential and yearning to bear life... And so first, an intention must be set. This site is intended as a resource for the discovery of the deep mysteries of magick. It is intended to inform about the essence of diety. Diety is not some being living in the clouds far away. It lies within. There is nothing that is not Divine, no single being that does not contain the great seed of creative light. So, this is intended as a signpost to the seeker, that they can more closely discover and plant their own seeds of inner wisdom throughout the world's web...
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Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Communion With the Spirit World.

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Samhain. 31st October - 2nd November
 
Ritual no. 11
 
ORACLE OF THE GODDESS BRIGHID
 
 
 
Priestess: (Invocation) Triple Goddess Brighid, Maiden Bride, Great Queen, Enchantress, we would awaken our souls to commune with the World of Spirits. For we know that inevitably we journey to that land where dwell those who have passed though the Veil to the Great Unknown. Draw us to Thy Haven of everlasting joy and goodness.
Oracle: The division between these two worlds is only in your mind. In verity you travel to other spheres while your body sleeps. It is only at dawn and at twilight, at Beltaine and Samhain, that the veil is drawn aside for those who seek greater consciousness. All spheres form part of one mighty spiral of Time travelling through Space. Consciousness expands with size. The Magi learn the art of ascending and descending the spiral not by a journey round the sun through repeated rebirth, but through entering the very hub of the Cosmic Spirit. There, centered in all-pervading Deity, they may experience all spheres at will.
It is I Who bestow on newly arrived souls the waters of baptism which bring Vision and inspiration. It is My fiery Wheel that enflames creative artists, all those who would transform this world for greater good. And at last with a touch of my serpent wand I draw the soul away from material existence through the Dolmen Gateway to the world beyond the grave.
The Magi of the College of Wisdom, which exists in all lands, learn to transmute their outer selves, in changing form appearing. Thus they can adapt to many spheres of being, and so gain experience from past cycles of time, and learn also from knowledge of the future. Through metamorphosis they relive their evolutionary journey through amoeba, fish, reptile, animal, human, and know themselves as the Winged Sidhe. The good they make part of themselves: the evil they reject. By union with their true Selves such pilgrim souls touch Divine Essence. From henceforth the Gods and Goddesses may manifest through them, individually, originally, so no personality is lost.
At the Beginning of any work, the Magi face the Deity with adoration. But to accomplish the task they must turn their back on the Divinity, Who then enlightens them from behind through spiritual inflow. Hence great works are accomplished. But when these are well done, the Magi turn again to the Deity, giving thanks, and return Crown and Wand to She who gave them. So shall the Swan Children return with humility to daily existence, knowing that at dawn and dusk, spring and autumn, they may draw the earth and the World of Spirits into harmony.
At the gates.  Priestess wears copper snake crown, indigo cloak with serpent design in gold, purple and green.  She bears snake entwined wand.  Priest wears indigo headdress and cloak with dragon design in orange, crimson and blue.  He bears long staff.  Companions wear copper head circlets and many coloured cloaks with Gaelic designs.  They carry gifts of cakes and honey.
Priest: Companions, we are assembled on this holy Samhain Eve to make communion with Spirits from other Spheres. At this time the veil between the psychic realms and ours is lifted. The Dolmen Gateways to the Sidhe Mounds of the Faery people are open. Let us follow the custom of our ancestors who offered food to their beloved families and friends in the Spirit World, and offerings to the Deities and faeries.
Priestess: The period of Samhain, the 31st October to November 2nd, was used by the Magi of the Gaelic College of Wisdom for initiating candidates into their Mysteries. The chosen Candidate was conducted by the Hierophant through the Dolmen Gateway into the inner chamber of a tumulus. The Sacred Triad of Elders Invoked the Presence of the Morrigan, Goddess of the Mysteries. The Candidate was then placed on a sarcophagus and the Maga Hierophant induced in him or her a cataleptic trance. In this death-like state the body was left for three days, guarded by a hound at the foot of the sarcophagus. While the Magi prayed, the soul of the Candidate was guided by a Spirit Guide into the very body of the earth, there to undergo a succession of ordeals.
Priest: If successful, the Candidate was then brought back to the surface of the earth and from thence ascended to the spheres of the Moon, Sun and Stars. The successful Candidate spent the winter with the Magi in their College, learning to use wisely the knowledge and powers acquired during the Initiation. On February the first, when pronounced acceptable, the new Maga or Magi was presented to the rejoicing people at the Dolmen Gate, wearing a copper crown or priestly headdress, and holding wand or staff. At this Festival of the Bride of Spring, Brighid, the new member of the College would give a Blessing to all beings, with upraised wand or staff.
Priestess: Let us make procession to the high altar.
Music. Procession. High altar is draped in white with 9 unlighted candles, bowl of water and burning incense.  Feast on table.  Gong nearby.  Companions leave gifts on table. 
Priestess: (offers incense and raises wand) I invoke the Goddess, Brighid, Daughter of Dana, Goddess of poetry, healing and all wells and springs. (Priestess anoints each brow with water saying:) May you receive true vision and inspiration.
Priestess: Harken to the words of Brighid when She appeared to the old woman Main Ni Ruaridh Donn, who hailed Her as St. Bridget of the Mantle, who, it is told, gave her mantle to the infant Jesus: "I am older than Brighid of the Mantle, Mary, and it is you that should know that. I put songs and music on the wind before ever the bells of the chapel were rung in the West or heard in the East. And I have been a breath in your heart. And the day shall dawn that will see Me coming into the hearts of men and women like a flame upon the dry grass, like a flame of wind in a great wood. For the time of change is at hand, Main Ni Ruaridh Donn - though not for you, old withered leaf in the dry branch, though for you too, when you come to Us and see all things in the Pools of Life yonder".
Priestess: (offers incense and lifts wand) I invoke the Dark Goddess, the Morrigan. I hail Thee, Macha the Crow, Queen of Winter, old withered leaf on the dry branch!
Priest: (offers incense and lifts staff) I invoke Manannan Mac Lir, God of the Ocean. Hark to the words of Murdo Mac Ian telling of Manannan coming to him in the Hebrides: "When He comes in at the door He is always the same, a tall Man with the great beauty on Him, His hands hidden in the white cloak. He wears a bright cold curling flame under the soles of His feet, and a crest like a bird's on His head, like white canna blowing in the wind. When He touched me I saw his arms were like water, and I saw the seaweed floating among the bones of His hand. And when He came to me again He said to me: "Murdo, you have got a clean heart. And you will have three times eighty years of youth and joy before you have your long sleep. And that is a true word. It will be when the wild geese fly North again!" And He rose and went away. I watched Him go into the sea, and I heard Him hurling great stones and dashing them. "These are the kingdoms of the world", I heard Him crying in the mist.
Priestess: And when the wild geese flew forth that year, the soul of Murdo Mac Ian went with them. He went where Manannan promised he should go. Be sure the promise is now joy and peace to him to whom it was made.
Priest: That we may learn of the other world where we all must go at life's end, may a Mystery be presented.
Gong is struck twice.
MYSTERY OF THE CHILDREN OF LIR
Actors: Charwoman in a black shawl holds long brush. Philosopher, Writer and Occultist with knife wear black cloaks. King Lir and Queen Aoife in royal attire. Daughter and sons of Lir in white. Sidhe in red, green, blue and yellow.
Charwoman: (sweeps floor angrily) It's bad enough with the hunting gentry mucking up the house with cigar ends and empty whiskey glasses but these occultists are worse again! There is me, jaded, on my bended knee scrubbing off fresh white paint on my nice polished floor and the place stinking to high heaven with some sticky stuff and my hands black with charcoal - here the gentlemen come - I'd best make myself scarce. (Exit, muttering imprecations)
Enter Philosopher, Writer and Occultist.
Philosopher: As Imperator of the Gaelic Elders of the Order of the Golden Dawn, I have summoned our Triad for an important purpose. How can we, representing Philosophy, the Arts and Occultism, bring to light the Ancient Wisdom, which the Magi thought fit to conceal beneath the incoherent fables of Celtic myth? Yet this we must do if our Celtic renaissance is to take place.
Writer: I admit the difficulty. The conscious art of Greece is so lucid and harmonious both in thought and expression, that it has inspired thinkers and artists throughout three thousand years. The Celtic Magi have successfully succeeded in burying their secrets beneath a welter of turbulent and irrational legends. The Gods and Goddesses are disguised as their namesakes, mortal Kings and Queens who are only too human. It is also a problem that we can't read Gaelic.
Occultist: We can summon forth the Powers to do our will!
Philosopher: How? We only employ the Qabalistic and Egyptian magical conjurations. Their use might well infuriate our Gaelic Spirits, if they are as nationally minded as their earthly offspring!
Occultist: I am determined to discover the Three Secrets of the Gaelic again: the Cosmic Spiral, the Dolmen Gateway to the Spheres, and Metamorphosis.
Philosopher: What? Would you change us to swans?
Occultist: To dare, to do and to take the consequences, that is my way. (searches floor) Where is my triangle? Oh well. The time is now. We must do without.(produces knife and makes invoking pentagram) I invoke the Goddess of the Occult, the Morrigan! May She bring to Light that which has been concealed.
Enter Charwoman: (She knocks three times on floor with brush handle.) I am The Morrigan! I come not at your summoning, but at My Will. What you wish to undertake is not impossible, but for you it could be so. For to succeed in your quest, you must give the Gaelic Deities Acknowledgment of Their Divinity. But this you dare not do, because of your respect and fear is still with your Patriarchal creed. But if you fail, you may yet be able to hand on the torch to your children.
Morrigan: (stands to one side and lifts brush. Enter Lir.) With the Eye of Vision behold the Mystery of the Children of Lir. (Music. Tchaikovsky's "Swan Lake" is relevant) Behold King Lir, grief stricken. His four beautiful children, the twins Fionnuala and her brother Aodh, and Fiachra and Conn, noble sons, have been bewitched by their Stepmother. They have been transmuted into swan-like Sidhe. Though they live, to their father they are as dead.
Lir: Alas! Ever since my first wife, Aobh, mother of my beloved children died, I have known unceasing sorrow. To sustain my wife's memory, I made a second marriage with her sister. But my new Queen, Aoife, is an evil Enchantress! With a stroke of her serpent wand on their heads, light as a feather, she has said a dreadful spell upon them. She has transformed their very being. They are lost to me.
Enter his children, entranced, smiling.
Fionnuala: Come, my brothers, let us call upon the Sidhe of Fire and Earth, Water and Air, to join our Dance.
Enter Sidhe. They dance.
Fionnuala: Slowly we come to birth from the eggs lovingly warmed by the fire of our Mother. We make our first ungainly steps upon the earth. We gain confidence and move to the water's edge. Come, let us float upon the still waters of the lake, in line after our Mother! (Dancers wheel around as if on lake.) We wonder at our perfect reflections, double and yet one in tranquil beauty. The waters become troubled and we raise our wings and soar into the sky! We form a triangle as we approach the sun. But there are storms and we find safety on a tree covered island. We discuss love. (Dancers form pairs) And we call other souls to join us!
Fionnuala: (to Lir) The old become young again if they join our dance. There is an island far away, around which the sea-horses of Manannan glisten, flowing on their white course against its shining shore. Come with us, father, on our swans' wings!
Aodh: There is a mighty tree there with blossom and singing birds. Colours of every hue gleam through the soft fields ranged around their music, Come with us, father, on our swans' wings!
Conn: Be as Manannan, father, who is immortal. He rides with us in his golden three-spoked wheel, gliding over ocean into the sky, shrouded in magic mist. Come with us, father, on our swans' wings!
Lir: Bewitched children, do you despise our noble guests, who await you at the banquet? Will you not partake, as once you did, of the Boar's head and good ale?
Fionnuala: Not for us such fare. The Boar is our friend in Tir-na-nOg. There the Wild Hunt is unknown.
Lir: Princes seek your hand in marriage, Fionnuala. Will you not laugh with them, as once you did, and make your choice?
Fionnuala: On Manannan's Wheel I have travelled thrice three hundred years into the future, and have wept at the desolation I found there. This fine place was in ruins, and the noble princes rested beneath grassy tumuli. For me now they are as walking shadows in the land of the living dead.
Lir: Aodh, Fiachra, Conn, become men again! Hunt with us and make brave warfare with our heroes against our kingdom's enemies!
Aodh: Once I gloried in my sword of light. But in Tir-na-nOg there is no warfare. Without sorrow, without grief, without death, without any sickness is the Many Coloured land. I shall kill no more, neither man nor beast. Rather shall I seek the Divine in all things.
Fiachra: On Manannan's Wheel I travelled thrice three hundred years into the past, and I felt bitter grief to see kingdoms fall and the death of heroes and the keening of women. I saw no good come of it. I shall fight no more. The lovely sounds of music and noble poetry shall heal our souls.
Conn: In Tir-na-nOg there is neither 'mine' nor 'thine'. There dwell a matchless people without sin, without cruelty. Though the plain of Eire is fair to see, it is desolate once you know the Great Plain. I shall learn to create a better realm on this earth through the art of magic.
Lir: My heart is broken. I see my children lost in insubstantial visions. Who can break this spell?
Enter Queen Aoife: (with snake wand) Only she who made it! I honour Your fidelity to the old ways, Great King. But whatever the suffering it brings, the transformation of the human soul shall come to those who seek it. You may not protect your children against their will. The Children of Light shall bear wings. Know that I am in verity The Morrigan, concealed in human form! And you in your true self are the God Lir of the all-containing Sea of Space... My power wanes as mid-Winter gives place to Spring.
Music: Sibelius. "Swan of Tuanela" is suitable.
Aodh, Fiachra and Conn slowly sink to the ground in trance.
Morrigan: (to Fionnuala) Fionnuala, My sister, show forth your true Self! Return to the earth as the White Bride of Spring, the Goddess Brighid! (Morrigan hands Fionnuala her serpent wand) Restore the winged souls of our children to this fair land. There they shall bring wisdom, joy and enchantment to the world of the living dead. So shall there be a fine harvest. But know that as Samhain draws nigh they shall once again yearn for Tir-na-nOg, and I shall return. They shall fly through the night to their starry Heaven.
She leaves. Brighid touches the three sleepers on head with wand. Slowly they awaken and stand.
Brighid: Return, O Winged Triad, return to earth!
"The sacred sign upon the Holy Mountain
Shines in white fire.
From the Heaven of Heavens descend on earth!
On earth, enchantress, Mother, to our home
In Thee we press,
Thrilled by Thy fiery breath and wrapt in some 

Tenderness.
The homeward swans uncertain o'er their nest 

Wheel in the dome,
Fraught with dim dreams of some enraptured rest, 

Another Home."
My brothers, Sage, Bard, Magus, from henceforth your nights shall be as day, and your winters shall be eternal summer. For you there is no death. You are transformed.
Lir is embraced by his children. Gong is struck once.
End of Mystery
Priestess: Companions, the holy time is come for us to commune with those who visit us with goodwill from the World of Spirits.
Communion
Messages are shared. Loving radiations are sent forth and received.
Priest: Let us offer our gifts! Cakes and honey are offered to loved guests on the altar. Feast is enjoyed.
Priestess and Priest give thanks to deities
Priest: May all our loved visitors from other spheres and ourselves depart with the Divine Blessing.


Sources: “The Winged Destiny”, Fiona MacLeod, (William Sharp), William Heinemann, London, 1913. “Song and Its Fountains”, AE (Aeon, the pen name of George William Russell), Macmillan Publishing Co., New York, 1932. “A Celtic Miscellany", Kenneth Hurlstone Jackson, Routledge & Kegan Paul Ltd., London, 1967. “A Social History of Ancient Ireland”, P. W. Joyce, Longman, Green & Co., London, 1903. “The Book of Irish Poetry”, edited and with an introduction by Alfred Percival Graves, Every Irishman’s Library series, The Talbot Press, Dublin, 1914.“Legendary Fictions of the Irish Celts”, Patrick Kennedy, Macmillan, London and New York, 1966. “Myths and Legends of the Celtic Race", T. W. (Thomas William) Rolleston, George G. Harrap and Company, Ltd., London, 1911 edition. “Lebor Gabala Erenn”, trans. R. A. Stewart Macalister, Irish Texts Society, Dublin, multi-volume set, originally published between 1938-1941.

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