Midsummer Ritual

 Hail North, the keeper of the dark, the land of the deep thicket, creeping vines, and the land of the Dwarves. Awaken this day to the wanderers of Twisting Yew,  We honor you and welcome your energy into our ritual.

 

 Hail East, the keeper of whispers, the bearer of messages, the land of the mist, the talking leaves, the howling Night, and the land of the Fae. Awaken this day to the wanderers of Twisting Yew, and those of us who are Guardians of the Roots. We honor you and welcome your energy into our ritual.

  Hail South, the keeper of flames, the land smoldering ash, burning truth, building creativity, land of the Salamanders. Awaken this day to the wanderers Twisting Yew, and to those of us who are Guardians of the Roots. We honor you and welcome your energy into our ritual.

 Hail West, the keeper of the ponds, the land of the Underworld, land of emotions, land of the Nymphs. Awaken this day to the wanderers Twisting Yew. We honor you and welcome your energy into our ritual.

 Hail Twisting Yew, the fuel for our internal fires, the revealer of knowledge, the guide to the Gods. We honor you and welcome your energy into our daily life.

  The Quarters are called sacred space is brought forth to this land once more. Mind your thoughts, your feelings, and your emotions, for today we call to the most ancient, the most prolific in myth, the most wise, the most common transcultural Deities. Today we call Dragons! Creatures of fire, immense emotions, and endless wisdom.

  O’ Great Adroka, Queen of the Stars and Moon, and knowledge long forgotten.
O’ Shinning Pearl One, hear our prayers, and add your blessings to our Fires! We honor you and welcome you!

 O’ Great Maruk, Lord of the Sun, Fields, and knowledge not yet known. O’ Mighty Dark One, hear our prayers, and add your blessings to our fires! We honor and welcome you!

  In your presence we are not alone. In your presence we accept all of our self, the light, the dark, it is us. It is you. Without one we become unbalanced, stagnant. As we walk through these Midsummer Fires we are at this one moment whole. Any separation we might have felt, any denial we might have had is no longer stopping us. We now see our shadow mask illuminated by the long daylight hours, by the Sacred Fires,  By Adroka, By Maruk. ( As the participants pass through the fires, they may add herbs for offerings, or offerings of pain, hurt, or non-beneficial trait to be assimilated and no longer separate. Each participant is to take a white and a black stone/bead from the bowls next to each fire as representation in this physical world of this moment of balance. )

  In the midst of Summer you have grown tall, strong and abundant plants, flowers, trees, and roots. Now is the time to start to see what can be harvested soon and what needs some work before it will ready to harvest. Take the time to look at your garden. (soft drumming for a few minutes. Drumming gets louder and picks up beat until a full drum circle has emerged.)

 In honor of you Adroka, and Maruk we drum and we dance!
(​When the celebration reaches its peak, a Guardian shall lead the participants back to circle form, as the drumming recedes.)
   Drink from the horn! Eat from the plates! Know now that you have honored Dragons and lived to tell about it. Now take your experience and leave your fear but still keep your caution.
Once again we thank you O’ Great Adroka and O’ Mighty Maruk. Stay if you will, Go if you must!

 Hail North, the keeper of the dark, the land of the deep thicket, creeping vines, and the land of the Dwarves. Thank you for sharing your grounding energy in our ritual.

 Hail East, the keeper of whispers, the bearer of messages, the land of the mist, the talking leaves, the howling Night, and the land of the Fae. We thank you for sharing your moving energy into our ritual.

 Hail South, the keeper of flames, the land smoldering ash, burning truth, building creativity, land of the Salamanders. We thank you for sharing your searing energy in our ritual.

 Hail West, the keeper of the ponds, the land of the Underworld, land of emotions, land of the Nymphs. We thank you for sharing your cyclic energy into our ritual.
To Twisting Yew, Teacher, Wander, stripper of false. We thank you and for sharing your blessings upon our ritual.


Written by Kaylus the Grey

Imbolc Ritual

 

Hail North, the keeper of the dark, the land of the deep thicket, creeping vines, and the land of the Dwarves. Awaken this day to the tribe of Twisting Yew, and those of us who are Guardians of the Roots. We honor you and welcome your grounding energy into our ritual.

Hail East, the keeper of whispers, the bearer of messages, the land of the mist, the talking leaves, the howling Night, and the land of the Fae. Awaken this day to the tribe of Twisting Yew, and those of us who are Guardians of the Roots. We honor you and welcome your moving energy into our ritual.

 Hail South, the keeper of flames, the land smoldering ash, burning truth, building creativity, land of the Salamanders. Awaken this day to the tribe of Twisting Yew, and to those of us who are Guardians of the Roots. We honor you and welcome your searing energy into our ritual.

Hail West, the keeper of the ponds, the land of the Underworld, land of emotions, land of the Nymphs. Awaken this day to the tribe of Twisting Yew, and to those of us who are Guardians of the Roots. We honor you and welcome your cyclic energy into our ritual.

To Twisting Yew, Teacher, Wander, stripper of false, Awaken us to your call, to Your path. We honor you and welcome your blessings upon our ritual.  

 Today there is a mid winter thaw, Imbolc is on the horizon. The thaw is enough to show the bones of Winter’s carcasses. Thawed enough to reveal the ground and it’s muddies promise of growth. Imbolc is the time of great promise, the time of healing and letting go. A time for planting, a time for the future harvest to be born into the womb of the Earth.

   This is a time within the Twisting Yew where the past and the future meet. Here is where

You make your choice for the coming season. Will you choose to hold the pain and keep looking back? Will you hold the lessons and the scars to plant the future? Only you will know which choice is yours to walk this season. Only you will plant your harvest.

 

As you have made your choice we take this remaining time with the Twisting Yew to honor the spirit of the season. In days past this was a time to Charm the Plough.

 

Lay the planting tools out.

 

Hail Freyr! Lord of the Fields! This is time of the year to lay your sword down and bless the seeds

Hail Freya! Maiden of the Spring! This is the time of the year for your shifting into Falcon and see where to best sow the seeds.

We Honor you Vanic Twins for your gifts, for your blessings upon us with our sacrifices.

Drizzle some over the tools

Pour some beer over the tools

Sprinkle some grain over the tools

Put some honey in a bowl

Pour some beer into a horn/cup

Place some grain on a plate

 

Blessed Nerthus. Mother and Body beneath our feet. Forever we honor you and your abundance. Bless this Plough, Bless these tools that will soon embrace You, so that we shall share in your abundance this coming year. You who open the Earth to us we offer this milk

The first milk of the season. Drink deeply, Drink passionately  of our sacrifice.

 

Pour the milk into the ground.

At this time participants may bring their personal tools to be blessed, add their own sacrifices and offerings etc…

 

Thank You, Freyr

Thank You, Freyja

Thank You, Nerthus

Go if you must

Stay if you Will

 

Hail North, the keeper of the dark, the land of the deep thicket, creeping vines, and the land of the Dwarves. Thank you for sharing your grounding energy in our ritual.

Hail East, the keeper of whispers, the bearer of messages, the land of the mist, the talking leaves, the howling Night, and the land of the Fae. We thank you for sharing your moving energy into our ritual.

 Hail South, the keeper of flames, the land smoldering ash, burning truth, building creativity, land of the Salamanders. We thank you for sharing your searing energy in our ritual.

 Hail West, the keeper of the ponds, the land of the Underworld, land of emotions, land of the Nymphs. We thank you for sharing your cyclic energy into our ritual.

To Twisting Yew, Teacher, Wander, stripper of false. We thank you and for sharing your blessings upon our ritual.  

Written by Kaylus the Grey