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