May Dark Ritual

For this ritual we started with Twisting Yew’s LBRP

In this River

We find you

Washing Clothes

Of the fated.

On this field

We see your Crows

Flying over the

Dead mutilated.

In this Sky

Are heard the wails of your Bean Sidhe

Greeting the newly departed.

Out of this fire

We the survivors

Walk now Life initiated.

Welcome

Tonight under this moon dark

We of Twisting Yew gather to honor You,

The Great Queen

The Goddess of Sovereignty

The Goddess of Prophecy

The Goddess of Magick

The Morrigan!

Before you now are those of Twisting Yew

We bring libations ( pour whiskey into the cup.)

We bring our sacrifices (people approach and offer sacrifices.)

We recognize the work you do for us, for and others.

Thank You. ( Allow time for acceptance or spontaneous happenings.)

Through this River

We wade.

Thank you for your blessing. Hail and farewell.

Through this Field

We march.

We thank you for your blessing. Hail and farewell.

Through this sky

We fly.

We thank you for your blessing. Hail and farewell.

Through this Fire

We burn.

We thank you for your blessing. Hail and farewell.


May your roots never rot, May your growing never stop.

Written by Kaylus the Grey

A Justice Spell


When I originally wrote this two years ago, I was picturing The
Morrigan. Today in the middle of writing a ritual for Ostara this
weekend, She made Her presence known. So I share will share this today.
This is to be spoken over your ingredients, after your work is
assembled, or at anytime during your work that your find it appropriate
to say. Enjoy!


Give me justice
Or give me war
The Great Destroyer I stand before
Petition in hand
This injury be from me free
If justice can not be scored
I look to Me
I look to war
Return to the offender
Their damage
Eye for an eye
Blood for blood
Turn around the ignorance
Mirror back the intolerance

May your roots never rot, and your growing never stop.
Written by Kaylus the Grey

Ritual for Ostara

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 landscape beneath our paths, the revealer of knowledge, the guide to the Gods. We honor you and welcome your energy into our daily life.

 

  Today we gather to acknowledge the changing of the seasons.This is the time we say goodbye to the still of a snow covered forest in the deep night.  This is the time we remember the beauty of the Sun bouncing off of the snow-covered ground, and the pristine awe of virgin snow. The first cranes have returned, skunks have been spotted, the ice is thinning, the snows are receding. We have survived another Winter and all the harshness.  

 

 To The Morrigan, We honor your lessons of Sovereignty that allows us a better chance of survival during the Winter. Their harshness is of winter and therefore familiar, allowing us a template in which we are able to guide our journey. Thank you.  

(Pour honey or mead into the cup for The Morrigan)

 

Hail Thor!

Your Hammer mighty Mjolnir has broken up the rime crusted ice! We honor you and your protection, thank you.

(Set offerings of Beer and Meat for Thor.)

 

Ostara! Ostara! Hear us, the ice is thinning, the animals are awakening. Return, Return and bring the Spring, Bring the greens!  We offer you these colored eggs for your enjoyment.

( Set down a basket of colored eggs as an offering.)

 

The Gods have been honored. Ostara has been asked to continue her blessing of life. Now is the time focus on your roots and how you will grow them in the seasons ahead to show your appreciation of the Gods and their blessings in your life. In your hands are your root seeds. They may be financial plans, family plans, spiritual plans, hopes or long-held dreams. Whatever they may be, own them, own yourself. Take those first steps down the path of the seeds becoming roots. Roots strong enough to weather the harshest winter, strong enough the stand against the hurricane. Roots deep enough to touch your Ancestors. See your journey, see your goal. Now grow! Once you feel that your seed root is infused with your journey, your goal, you may plant them.

 

As the last seed is planted it is time to leave this sacred time but never the sacred space.

 

To the Gods, thank you for sharing this time and space with us. Leave if you must but know that you are welcome always to stay.

 

To West

To South

To East

And

To North,

Thank you for sharing this time and space with us. Leave if you must but know that you are welcome always to stay.

 

Written by Kaylus the Grey