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238 Creating Circles & Ceremonies into your shadow and cast it into the cauldron! (All do this and go forward at random to let their crepe paper fall into the cauldron.) It is done, and bravely! Therefore, I grant you passage from this place. Mark well the way, my children, for you will walk this path again! And that you pass safely the hungry ghosts and demons who feed on mortal flesh, I give you this gift: new shadows and true faces! (Black satin ribbons with tiny mirrors sewn on) Go, now, for the moment of your respite from here may pass sooner than you wish! But will you stay and feast, my sister? We have much to talk about! Lady: Alas, my work is unfinished until winter lays its cloak upon the land. So I will accompany my children to our home in the great world above. (They embrace.) Come, Pan, give me your arm. Perhaps we can find a bite to eat and some time for a game…of chess. (Pan grins and winks at the seekers. The Lady smiles and winks at the Queen and Green Man. All exit and join in the Circle.) (Enter the Wise Woman/Wizard) Wise Woman/Wizard: Well met now! You have completed your quest to meet the Lady and you got more than you bargained for, perhaps. Still, they do say: All’s well that ends well. As you leave the Circle and return to the world, remember these lessons you have learned this night and use them wisely as you seek the balance in your lives and for the Earth. The Circle is opened with these words: All from air, into air Let the misty curtains part. All is ended, all is done, What has been must now be gone What is done by ancient Art Must merry meet and merry part— And merry meet again! Wiccan Rite for Fall Equinox The place of meeting should be decorated by wreaths and wrappings of grape or blackberry vines, as well as mushrooms and possibly a barley sheaf and some quince, if they are available. If there will be singing, music, and rhyme before the rite, it should concern drinking, celebrations, and good times. If there is dancing, the Priestess and Priest should see that it is fast, bright, and cheerful. Pork, mushrooms, roast apples, and wine aplenty are traditional. The Great Circle shall be cast in the usual manner. To begin the rite, the Priestess stands before the mirror, facing it with her athame held out in salute. She invokes: Lady of the Willows, Mother of the Sacred Child, grant to the witches of thy Craft an understanding of thy mysteries. She drops her arms after the salute. The Priest comes beside her and also looks into the mirror, saluting with his athame and saying: Thou son of the Goddess, half-divine and yet half-human, whose shape did ever change into any manner of beast, whose body is as barley and wine and whose soul is as the bright sun, grant unto these witches thy strength, thy passion, thy joy, and the visions and prophecy which are thine. They turn about and the Priest begins preparation for the dance as the Priestess proclaims with cheer: Oh sweet upon the mountain the dancing and the singing, the madding, rushing flight. Oh sweet to sink to Earth outworn to be one with the Godling, to know all of his powers, to know all of his ecstasy. It is for this we dance; to know the freedom and the magick of the horned son of the Lady.

Book III: W heel of the Year 239 The dance shall be accompanied entirely by drums, starting with a strong rhythm and becoming yet faster. In addition to the drums, the Priest or one chosen by him should read and chant the following, over and over again, in time to the dancing: Oh witches come, oh come! Sing ye, Horned One. Sing to the timbrel, the deep-voiced timbrel. Joyfully praise Him, He who brings joy. Holy, all holy music is calling. To the hills, to the hills fly oh witches, swift of foot, on, oh joyful, be fleet! The music shall last for a long while. If there be drummers, the rhythm will end suddenly at a sign from the Priest. If it is recorded, the finish will, of course, come of its own accord. All shall drop to positions of rest. The Priestess shall stand before the altar facing north, her arms outstretched, and call: Mete us out joy, strength and magick, oh knightliest one! If any of the magical catalyst* is available, she should throw a small handful of it into the incense brazier. Next should follow the rite of cakes and wine. Finally, the Great Circle shall be opened. *Magical Catalyst: Mix less than an ounce of saltpeter with an equal amount of chamomile and powdered incense. Mix well, and place in a bowl at the base of the altar. 218. Second Harvest The sun makes His descent From the heavens and all that is above, To caress the face of the One he loves; To lay upon Her hills and mounds— Earth! in all her green and growing splendor! He enters Her valleys and caves, Awakening Her inner fire. Now all that is to be, held safe, within Her Body, Alive within the space of Her Breath, Fed by the running of Her Streams and Hidden Wells, Within the horizon full of stars, The moon lifts a reflective face Speaking the name of the Beloved. Listen well for that name. What you will Is what you gain. —Marylyn Motherbear Scott, 9/17/2002 219. T he Strength of the Magick In this time of the Falling Leaves, The Magician unweaves her warp and her weft. Meticulous and nimble, her fingers untie the knots in her web. She honors it all, alone, she silently grieves. Carefully pruning the tree of her birth, She ponders new life that will grow. She cuts and she trims, she gathers her wood, To place in the stove of her soul. Rolling and turning the threads of her weave... Her fingers touch life, they touch death. Sifting and turning, this web that’s been made, She separates wheat from the chaff. Serenely she chooses what’s to be saved. She lets fall the dirt of her dead. Out in her garden, she digs a deep hole. She buries the flesh of her pain. Into her pestle fall hardened old ways, Thru grinding, she softens her soul. Kneading and turning, she bakes us a bread Made from the bones of her past. She stands in her kitchen, alone in the night, Smelling the spices of life. She takes out her blade, she carves out a slice. The rest she leaves for me and you. —Mz Imani, 1996 220. Mabon God/Goddess Invocations Hail Dionysus, God of vineyards! Lord of laughter, wit and wine, Lord of the Dance who lifts our burdens, Walk with us between the worlds. * * * Cosmic Womb of all Creation, Queen of Harvest, Queen of Heaven, Ever changing yet remaining, Walk with us between the worlds. —Sanura & Diane DesRochers

238 <strong>Creating</strong> <strong>Circles</strong> & <strong>Ceremonies</strong><br />

into your shadow <strong>and</strong> cast it into the cauldron! (<strong>All</strong> do this <strong>and</strong> go <strong>for</strong>ward at r<strong>and</strong>om to<br />

let their crepe paper fall into the cauldron.) It is done, <strong>and</strong> bravely! There<strong>for</strong>e, I grant you<br />

passage from this place. Mark well the way, my children, <strong>for</strong> you will walk this path again!<br />

And that you pass safely the hungry ghosts <strong>and</strong> demons who feed on mortal flesh, I give<br />

you this gift: new shadows <strong>and</strong> true faces! (Black satin ribbons with tiny mirrors sewn on)<br />

Go, now, <strong>for</strong> the moment of your respite from here may pass sooner than you wish! But<br />

will you stay <strong>and</strong> feast, my sister? We have much to talk about!<br />

Lady: Alas, my work is unfinished until winter lays its cloak upon the l<strong>and</strong>. So I will accompany<br />

my children to our home in the great world above. (They embrace.) Come, Pan, give<br />

me your arm. Perhaps we can find a bite to eat <strong>and</strong> some time <strong>for</strong> a game…of chess.<br />

(Pan grins <strong>and</strong> winks at the seekers. The Lady smiles <strong>and</strong> winks at the Queen <strong>and</strong> Green<br />

Man. <strong>All</strong> exit <strong>and</strong> join in the Circle.)<br />

(Enter the Wise Woman/Wizard)<br />

Wise Woman/Wizard: Well met now! You have completed your quest to meet the Lady<br />

<strong>and</strong> you got more than you bargained <strong>for</strong>, perhaps. Still, they do say: <strong>All</strong>’s well that ends<br />

well. As you leave the Circle <strong>and</strong> return to the world, remember these lessons you have<br />

learned this night <strong>and</strong> use them wisely as you seek the balance in your<br />

lives <strong>and</strong> <strong>for</strong> the Earth. The Circle is opened with these words:<br />

<strong>All</strong> from air, into air<br />

Let the misty curtains part.<br />

<strong>All</strong> is ended, all is done,<br />

What has been must now be gone<br />

What is done by ancient Art<br />

Must merry meet <strong>and</strong> merry part—<br />

And merry meet again!<br />

Wiccan Rite <strong>for</strong> Fall Equinox<br />

The place of meeting should be decorated by wreaths <strong>and</strong> wrappings of grape or<br />

blackberry vines, as well as mushrooms <strong>and</strong> possibly a barley sheaf <strong>and</strong> some quince, if they<br />

are available. If there will be singing, music, <strong>and</strong> rhyme be<strong>for</strong>e the rite, it should concern drinking,<br />

celebrations, <strong>and</strong> good times. If there is dancing, the Priestess <strong>and</strong> Priest should see that it<br />

is fast, bright, <strong>and</strong> cheerful. Pork, mushrooms, roast apples, <strong>and</strong> wine aplenty are traditional.<br />

The Great Circle shall be cast in the usual manner. To begin the rite, the Priestess st<strong>and</strong>s<br />

be<strong>for</strong>e the mirror, facing it with her athame held out in salute. She invokes:<br />

Lady of the Willows, Mother of the Sacred Child, grant to the witches of thy Craft an<br />

underst<strong>and</strong>ing of thy mysteries.<br />

She drops her arms after the salute. The Priest comes beside her <strong>and</strong> also looks into the<br />

mirror, saluting with his athame <strong>and</strong> saying:<br />

Thou son of the Goddess, half-divine <strong>and</strong> yet half-human, whose shape did ever change<br />

into any manner of beast, whose body is as barley <strong>and</strong> wine <strong>and</strong> whose soul is as the<br />

bright sun, grant unto these witches thy strength, thy passion, thy joy, <strong>and</strong> the visions<br />

<strong>and</strong> prophecy which are thine.<br />

They turn about <strong>and</strong> the Priest begins preparation <strong>for</strong> the dance as the Priestess proclaims<br />

with cheer:<br />

Oh sweet upon the mountain the dancing <strong>and</strong> the singing, the madding, rushing flight.<br />

Oh sweet to sink to Earth outworn to be one with the Godling, to know all of his powers,<br />

to know all of his ecstasy. It is <strong>for</strong> this we dance; to know the freedom <strong>and</strong> the magick of<br />

the horned son of the Lady.

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