Creating Circles and Ceremonies: Rituals for All ... - reading...
Creating Circles and Ceremonies: Rituals for All ... - reading...
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234 <strong>Creating</strong> <strong>Circles</strong> & <strong>Ceremonies</strong><br />
Chant: We are one with our Mother, we are one with the Earth<br />
We are one with each other by our lives, by our birth!<br />
(As the following Guardians make their appearance, the Green Man stays in background,<br />
moving always widdershins so as to be opposite them in the Circle. He then comes <strong>for</strong>ward<br />
<strong>and</strong> leads audience in the following chants.)<br />
VIII. The Guardian of the North<br />
(A shadowy figure appears, draped shapelessly in black, <strong>and</strong> holding a Unicorn medicine<br />
skull in front of its face)<br />
Halt, strangers! None pass here save by leave of me! I am the Guardian of the Northern<br />
Gate, <strong>and</strong> I could shatter your works with earthquakes <strong>and</strong> bury you beneath avalanches!<br />
But I will give you one chance—you may pass unharmed if you can answer my riddle:<br />
What is the fruit of birth? (Audience response: “Death!”)<br />
So, death you say? That is correct. But you are fools to enter here. Who are you <strong>and</strong><br />
why come you this way? (Audience response.) Well, you may pass, but you’ll be sorry.<br />
Yet, I will grant you a boon—a pentacle of the Earth that you might retain your materiality.<br />
It is a symbol of your inner magickal heritage. (Passes pentacle paten into Circle.)<br />
Go now upon your quest; so mote it be!<br />
Chant: Down, down, down, down,<br />
Decomposing, recomposing…<br />
IX. The Guardian of the West<br />
(A shadowy figure appears, draped shapelessly in black, <strong>and</strong> holding a seadragon medicine<br />
skull in front of its face.)<br />
Halt, strangers! None pass here save by leave of me! I am the Guardian of the Western<br />
Gate, <strong>and</strong> I could drown you in the watery deeps <strong>and</strong> the waves would wash over your bones!<br />
But I will give you one chance—you may pass unharmed if you can answer my riddle:<br />
What is as old as the sea? (Audience response: “Death!”)<br />
So, death you say? That is correct. But you are fools to enter here. Who are you <strong>and</strong><br />
why come you this way? (Audience response.) Well, you may pass, but you’ll be sorry.<br />
Yet, I will grant you a boon—a chalice of Water that you might retain your emotions. It is<br />
a symbol of your inner magickal heritage. (Passes chalice into Circle.)<br />
Go now upon your quest; so mote it be!<br />
Chant: Down, down, down, down,<br />
Decomposing, recomposing…<br />
X. The Guardian of the South<br />
(A shadowy figure appears, draped shapelessly in black, <strong>and</strong> holding a seadragon medicine<br />
skull in front of its face.)<br />
Halt, strangers! None pass here save by leave of me! I am the Guardian of the Southern<br />
Gate, <strong>and</strong> I could blast you with lightning <strong>and</strong> consume you with unquenchable flames!<br />
But I will give you one chance—you may pass unharmed if you can answer my riddle:<br />
What is the flower of sacrifice? (Audience response: “Death!”)<br />
So. That is correct. But you are fools to enter here. Who are you <strong>and</strong> why come you this<br />
way? (Audience response.)<br />
Well, you may pass, but you’ll be sorry. Let me grant you a boon—a sword of Fire that you<br />
might retain your power. It is a symbol of your inner magickal heritage. (Passes sword into circle.)<br />
Go now upon your quest; so mote it be!<br />
Chant: Down, down, down, down,<br />
Decomposing, recomposing…
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