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160 <strong>Creating</strong> <strong>Circles</strong> & <strong>Ceremonies</strong><br />
custom of burying the dead be<strong>for</strong>e the next sunrise, without embalming or coffin, <strong>and</strong> not too<br />
deep. According to this custom, they would be dressed in their favorite clothes, accompanied by<br />
a few favorite items as grave goods. A winding sheet would enshroud the body. A sapling fruit<br />
tree (generally apple) would be planted upon the grave, <strong>and</strong> as the tree grew, its questing roots<br />
would draw sustenance from the decaying corpse, recycling what was once human into a thriving<br />
memorial tree. And eventually that tree would put <strong>for</strong>th its fruit to be eaten by the people,<br />
<strong>and</strong> the cycle of life would come full circle. (See song by Oscar Brown, Jr., “A Tree <strong>and</strong> Me.”)<br />
As an extension of this custom, a couple desiring a child would make love on the fresh<br />
grave on the nights following the interment, ritually inviting the spirit of the beloved dead to<br />
incarnate into the new life being conceived. The child, if there was one, would be given the<br />
name of the departed, <strong>and</strong> the afterbirth would be planted beneath the grave-tree, which<br />
would then become the child’s own sacred totem tree. Apple trees normally live about as<br />
long as humans, so the fate of the child <strong>and</strong> his/her tree would be intertwined.<br />
In addition to rites <strong>and</strong> practices involving the disposition of the body, there are two<br />
other very important ceremonies of passing that are as much <strong>for</strong> the living as the dead. These<br />
are wakes <strong>and</strong> funerals.<br />
Wakes are best held as soon after the death as possible. <strong>All</strong> those who knew the deceased<br />
are invited to a big party in their honor. In <strong>for</strong>mer times, the corpse would also be present on<br />
a bier. Whiskey <strong>and</strong> other intoxicants would be passed liberally around the circle, as people<br />
took turns telling increasingly outrageous stories of their departed friend, laughing, singing<br />
songs, <strong>and</strong> generally having enough fun <strong>and</strong> making enough noise to “wake the dead.” Conducted<br />
ritually, a wake is very similar to a bardic.<br />
Funerals are generally more <strong>for</strong>mal affairs. These days, they are usually held in churches<br />
or funeral parlors, which are set up with the coffin or urn on a plat<strong>for</strong>m or altar at the front of<br />
the room, <strong>and</strong> seating arranged as if <strong>for</strong> a lecture presentation. There will likely be a prescribed<br />
order of service, starting with a eulogy (“good word”) presented by the deceased’s<br />
closest kin. One at a time, selected people may be invited <strong>for</strong>ward to tell their stories, as in<br />
the wake. And according to the deceased’s spiritual beliefs, selected inspirational hymns of<br />
passage to the afterlife will be sung (our current favorite of these is “Into the West,” sung by<br />
Annie Lennox at the end of the movie, “The Return of the King”).<br />
And finally, an ancestor altar should be established in the west side of the family’s temple<br />
room, with images <strong>and</strong> mementos—including ashes—of the deceased.<br />
181. Ritual of my Death<br />
This is the Ritual of my Death.<br />
It is a feast of Joy,<br />
For I will dance among the stars.<br />
Do not grieve my passing,<br />
For we shall meet again,<br />
And dance again, <strong>and</strong> love again,<br />
For such is the Law <strong>and</strong> the Promise.<br />
For now, let me take leave<br />
And hold me no longer,<br />
For I must be free...<br />
I am the voice of the Beloved.<br />
Find me within the Universe...<br />
Remember me with as many names<br />
As there are stars in the sky...<br />
—Frank Cordeiro<br />
182. A Tree Has Been Cut Down<br />
The giant trees st<strong>and</strong> in a circle<br />
Silently communing with the One<br />
Who lies felled on the <strong>for</strong>est floor.<br />
“One of us has been cut down”.<br />
The <strong>for</strong>m but not the Being within the <strong>for</strong>m.<br />
Your freedom is our loss, beloved friend.<br />
No longer do you st<strong>and</strong> with us on the Earth path,<br />
Your precious, beautiful, human <strong>for</strong>m destroyed<br />
But You, Immortal Soul, dancing freely now,<br />
Moving as lightning, or wind, or winged Spirit,<br />
Communing with us in our earth-body sleep.<br />
Farewell, dear friend.<br />
As you depart <strong>for</strong> that unknown country,<br />
We can remember<br />
The Oneness of all Being.<br />
—Ralph Metzner, June 2003