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Book III: W heel of the Year 195<br />
the Year came much later as an ex post facto justification, which didn’t originate with us, but<br />
probably with the Druids. I am not even sure that the obsession with Celtic authenticity—<br />
including using Irish instead of English names <strong>for</strong> the major festivals—didn’t originate in the<br />
U.S. sometime in the 1960s. I myself have always found this obsession with the Celts rather odd,<br />
not because I have only one-quarter Scots (<strong>and</strong> there<strong>for</strong>e Celtic) ancestry, but because the Celts<br />
were—<strong>and</strong> the Irish still are—great fighters, <strong>and</strong> there<strong>for</strong>e patriarchs. As an English poet, whose<br />
name I <strong>for</strong>get, put it in his description of the different people of the British Isles: “The Irishman<br />
doesn’t know what he wants, but is prepared to fight <strong>for</strong> it!” What we early Witches were trying<br />
to hark back to was pre-Celtic <strong>and</strong> generally pre-Indo-European Neolithic Earth Mother worship.<br />
Getting back to the major Sabbaths: what Gerald taught us about them implies that we<br />
should let the climate of the place in which we live dictate the dates of the major festivals,<br />
especially of the spring festival, rather than abide by what others have written about supposed<br />
old Celtic traditions.<br />
194. Turning of the W heel<br />
Deep in the black of night,<br />
Wrapped safely in the arms of the Mother<br />
I dream,<br />
And wish upon the coming of the child,<br />
So radiant <strong>and</strong> bright,<br />
That he warms the chill of Spring.<br />
As the veil lifts, <strong>and</strong> dawn breaks,<br />
I begin to wake, feeling my body stir.<br />
Great passion arises, <strong>and</strong> I dance<br />
With merriment <strong>and</strong> delight,<br />
For this is when the Great Rite will occur.<br />
I reach my outstretched arms<br />
Toward the warmth of the Father.<br />
Growing in his brilliance,<br />
I will sacrifice myself now<br />
Within the love of him <strong>and</strong> the Mother.<br />
As the light begins to fade,<br />
I begin my journey home,<br />
Back to where I once began,<br />
Wrapped safely in the arms of the Mother,<br />
Deep in the black of night<br />
I dream again.<br />
—Samina Oshun<br />
195. T he Turning of the W heel<br />
The Wheel turns as crows take flight<br />
Across the wintry Samhain night.<br />
In glowing flames the Yule log burns—<br />
Our Sun’s reborn as the Wheel turns.<br />
Imbolc chases night away<br />
As c<strong>and</strong>les change the dark to day.<br />
The Wheel turns—Ostara’s flowers<br />
Are blessed by April’s springtime showers.<br />
On Beltaine Eve the fires burn;<br />
Again we see the Wheel turn.<br />
Litha brings the longest day,<br />
When we can dance our cares away.<br />
The Wheel turns to Lammastide,<br />
The first fruits of our fields so wide.<br />
And when the harvest Lord is gone,<br />
The Wheel turns us to Mabon.<br />
What we have sown we now shall reap<br />
As Mother Earth returns to sleep.<br />
The Wheel turns as crows take flight<br />
Again across the Samhain night.<br />
The years go by, the seasons pass.<br />
Our lives leave shadows on the grass,<br />
As every day we learn to feel<br />
The constant Turning of the Wheel.<br />
—BellaDonna Oya, August 2002