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Book II: Rites & <strong>Rituals</strong> 157<br />
Each spirit-man in turn opened his h<strong>and</strong> to show a stone he has previously selected to<br />
Sean, saying,“I have found sacredness in this world. It exists.”<br />
He then tosses the stone outside of the Circle into the darkness saying, “I now charge<br />
you to find sacredness in this world.”<br />
Jeff presented antlers to Sean, <strong>and</strong> Sean drove the fire all night.<br />
LaSara’s Coming of A ge<br />
by Marylyn Motherbear Scott<br />
She was born a child of Faerie, raised on the l<strong>and</strong>. She spent her early years toddling around<br />
on the high hills of Triple Tree Holt, Greenfield Ranch. Homeschooled from start to finish, her<br />
teachers were the trees <strong>and</strong> grasses <strong>and</strong> the dark earth, the starry night sky, the moon through<br />
her cycles, the sun as it rose <strong>and</strong> sat on the near hill, the animals wild <strong>and</strong> domestic, insects <strong>and</strong><br />
birds, birth <strong>and</strong> death. Now she was crossing another line into a scary place known as adulthood,<br />
<strong>and</strong> I wanted to honor this lovely young woman I am privileged to call daughter.<br />
Turning age 18 in America is a juncture unlike any of the models in primitive culture. It<br />
was not a passage connected with a particular body change, like “first blood”: It was a sociopolitical<br />
<strong>and</strong> cultural event. At agen 17 she was still my legal responsibility, she could not<br />
vote, <strong>and</strong> sexually was still considered “jail bait.” Suddenly at 18, she was legally responsible<br />
<strong>for</strong> herself, could vote, <strong>and</strong> the sexual approaches of men more than a few years older than<br />
her no longer put them at legal risk. That’s what I mean: sca-a-ary!<br />
Of course the primary intent of the rite was to celebrate LaSara. On another level, I<br />
wanted to manifest continued protection on the part of the whole community. (In this way,<br />
we see that a rite is not only <strong>for</strong> the one whose passage is being acknowledged, but also a<br />
passage <strong>for</strong> the whole family, the community, etc.) I also wanted the community to acknowledge<br />
that LaSara had co-created herself as woman out of child within this circle, <strong>and</strong> that on<br />
some level she would always continue to be our child.<br />
It was Beltane at Annfwn, 1989. Although there were rituals upon rituals that long,<br />
warm weekend, still, a large Circle <strong>for</strong>med. LaSara stepped into it, with long red hair like<br />
flames licking off her head <strong>and</strong> a radiance that surrounded her crown chakra—a powerful <strong>and</strong><br />
lovely Faerie goddess. From the center, she spoke her heart. Then stories of her childhood<br />
came <strong>for</strong>th to honor her, telling of the gifts that she had brought to the tribe simply by being.<br />
As we approached the time <strong>for</strong> her to be birthed into her new relationship with the<br />
world, I invited the respective animal totems of all who were in the Circle to attend <strong>and</strong> bring<br />
a gift of their medicine. “<strong>All</strong> My Relations”—this was the protection. And each came <strong>for</strong>th,<br />
some with story, song, poem, or dance, <strong>and</strong> some bearing magical tools <strong>and</strong> trinkets. Her<br />
gratitude <strong>and</strong> humility shone into the heart of the Circle.<br />
I gave great consideration to the next round, <strong>and</strong> whether it was okay <strong>for</strong> men <strong>and</strong><br />
children to be part of the birthing. I decided that the circle of our lives <strong>and</strong> each of its<br />
passages was co-created by the whole. And I decided that there was a necessity <strong>for</strong> communal<br />
healing, so that men would take conscious responsibility <strong>for</strong> what they birthed, that<br />
children would grow up conscious <strong>and</strong> aware of what they were becoming, <strong>and</strong> that women<br />
would accept help <strong>and</strong> healing when offered.<br />
The Circle re-<strong>for</strong>med, each facing the back of the person be<strong>for</strong>e them. LaSara removed her<br />
clothes (we are all born naked) <strong>and</strong> laid herself down. The whole circle “gave birth” to LaSara as<br />
she made her way upon the Earth <strong>and</strong> through the open legs of each man, woman, <strong>and</strong> child. The<br />
labored moaning that day made its own music, a song that became a story that is told <strong>and</strong> retold.<br />
Return again, return again, return to the l<strong>and</strong> of your soul. Return to what you are, return<br />
to who you are, return to where you are born <strong>and</strong> reborn again. A radiant goddess was born <strong>and</strong><br />
reborn that day out of the overarching womb of the grown-up world, ready to take her place.