Ostara Ritual

A bit belatedly, we celebrated Ostara last night.  However, the timing worked out excellently as it was also a penumbral eclipse of the moon in Libra. So with the equinox, the eclipse, and the Libra vibes, this Sabbat was about the balance SO HARD.

Three points of the triangle, three realms, three witches.
Tonight all are perfectly converge on this point that is our covenstead.
Two seasons balance on the equinox to create a third: the time in between.
The sun, the earth, the moon, alight to create eclipse’s shadow.
The triangle’s edge and the world beyond cleave to create this sacred space.
Two points intersect to make a third, two points merge to make new whole. Three times two to create one.

1. Midnight – north- earth/crystal – order:
Midnight! Still point of the spinning earth fixed upon your pole star.
The seasons circle by your design. Here is the fulcrum upon which the seasons balance!
O, come and be our Compass.

2. Sunset – west – water – chaos:
Sunset! Primordial waters of the sunset, flood into us from the ancient abyss.
The eye of the hurricane, you are the center of this sabbath of transformation.
O, come and be our Cauldron.

3. Sunrise – east – light – energy:
Sunrise! Gilded aurora of the dawn sun.
As you will, the celestial bodies clash, merge, and reconcile again.
This is the season of your increase as day overtakes the night.
O, come and be our, Blade.

4. Below – earth – matter:
Below! The earth’s warm depths into which all things descend and emerge.
Welcome us into the arms of our ancestors.
O, come and be our Altar.

5. Above – aether – void:
Above! the etheric void, the magic of the unknowable oblivion.
Seasonless expanse, lend us your perspective.
O, come and be our Veil.

6. Moonrise – around/center – air – consciousness:
Moonrise! Our circle’s edge, embracing all that is lit by your orb.
Border of the betwixt and between, the equinox is your delight.
O, come and be our spindle.

7. Within – center – the coven:
Within! We converge upon this crossroad.
We are the equinox and the eclipse when the sun, the moon, the earth, day and night, light and shadow, align.
O, come and be our Key.

SOME NOTES ON THE TEXT:
“Two points intersect to make a third, two points merge to make new whole.”
The opening prose was adapted from a ritual I wrote last year for another working group. That call used 8 points,so that ritual was about twos and mathematical squaring, 2 x 2 x 2, etc.
The Uncoven witches, on the other hand, have been playing around with a three point “triangle” rather than a circle. You can hear more about using 8-point calls and triangles to set up the circle in our Yule Ritual podcast! Anyway, to fit the theme of threes into a holiday all about balance which tends to be symbolized by two equal halves, I tried my best to use the number three to symbolize the blending of twos into a third overlapping space or twos merging into one.

“Three times two to create one.”
So with the previous ritual, the 8 points worked out perfectly from an arithmetic perspective: 2 cubed (2 x 2 x 2) equals 8. I hate numbers and suck at math, but even I knew that all 2s all night was not going to make any fucking sense for a triangle casting between three witches. Long story short, I divided up the directions and elements into two sets of three plus a bonus one at the end for a total of seven. My thinking was:

1st set of 3 – the lateral directions or triangle:
-Midnight
-Sunset
-Sunrise

2nd set of 3 – the vertical axis:
-Below
-Above
-Moonrise

Bonus point or the symbolic “sum” of the triangle and axis:
-Within

Midnight, Sunset, Sunrise
These guys are pretty analogous to the traditional 4 compass directions (north, west, south, east).

Sunset is effectively the same as traditional west since that is literally where the sun sets and both use the element of water.

Same for Sunrise in the east. Depending on your transition east can be the element of air or fire. I usually do fire in the south because I think of high noon, or south pointing to the equator and heat and I use air for east by process of elimination. For this invocation, I decided fire went best with Sunrise and the dawn goddess domains of beginning, light, and energy.

Midnight is north since that is the direction that the sun does not travel across (int he northern hemisphere). The element is similar to the traditional northern earth, but I made it a bit more specific with metal/crystal with Midnight/north earth being crystalline or inorganic and Below being organic, literal earth or soil.
As with my other rituals, I work counter-clockwise hence the north, west, east order.I chose names that were commonplace directions rather than compass points. A lot of people don’t know where due north without a compass, but most people know the general direction of the sun’s path around their home.

 

Below, Above, Moonrise
This set represents the vertical axis. If the triangle is a flat, 2 dimensional shape on the floor, this second set adds the third dimension of height and depth.

I’m still working on the order for these ones. I feel like they should correspond somehow with the first three somehow. Midnight and Below are both earthy– Midnight is metal/crystal, Below is organic earth or soil. On the other hand, I see Midnight and Above/Void as being crone energy as both directions are kind of witchy and mysterious. On the other hand, the order could be stacked by how it appears on the axis; right now it is not. Going in order would yield Below, Moonrise, Above bottom to top or Above, Moonrise, Below. Although as a grounding an centering, I do like bringing up energy from the ground, pulling down energy from above, and mixing it in the middle which would be the order that I used. So, yeah. Not quite hammered out yet.

I’m also not set on the names. I shoved “Moonrise” in there because I knew we’d be doing the ritual when the actual moonrise was happening and that it would look rad. Plus, why let the sun have all the fun when we usually work at night? However, this leaves Above and Below the odd ones out as they are directions, not times. So perhaps they will get more poetic astronomical titles like Nadir and Zenith if that doesn’t feel too pretentious.

 

Within
“Within” came from my 8-point grounding, but I think for the purposes of this 7-point call, it will probably also due for a name change. In the 7-point system this seventh point represents the sum of the other six and signifies the witches together and the magic space and a self-contained entity. Another kind to fuss with in future rituals.

 

“Welcome us into the arms of our ancestors. “
A small tweak, but one that I like, this line was changed from “the arms of the Underworld” to “ancestors.”

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our ritual sky was the moonrise in the east, a thunderless lightning storm in the west and Orion above

8-point Circle Call – Abridged

And a more condensed version of An 8 Point Circle Call for ritual adaptation. I’ve used this format as the bones for specific rituals, adding in thematic elements as needed.

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North! Still point of the spinning earth,
fixed upon your pole star.
We feel your magnetic pull in our bones
in the architecture of our Minds.
O, come and be our Compass.

West!  Primordial waters of the sunset
Flood into us from the ancient abyss.
We feel your waves crash and ebb in the beating of our hearts,
in the turbulent sea of our emotions.
O, Come and be our Cauldron.

South! Roaring  blaze of undiluted force,
zenith of the noontide sun.
We feel your heat in our blood
in the smoldering potential our Will.
O come and be our, Blade.

East! Gilded aurora of the new day,
bursting forth from the dawn’s horizon.
We sense your stirring with every nerve
in the vital hum of our Bodies.
O, come and be our Spindle.

Below!  the earth’s warm depths,
into which all things descend and emerge.
We feel your weight in the pit of stomachs,
in the ravenous rumblings  of our Instincts.
O, come and be our Altar.

Above! the etheric void,
the magic of the unknowable oblivion.
We sense your limitlessness in our dreams,
in the infinite expanse of our unconscious.
O, come and be our Veil.

Without! Our circle’s edge,
embracing all that is lit by your orb.
We hear your echo in our breath,
in the temple of our Souls.
O, come and be our Mirror.

Within!
Converge upon this crossroad.
We hear you speak our true names
into the center of ourselves.
O, come and be our Key.

An 8-point Circle Call

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North! Come with your starry owl,
with your great she-bear, still point of the spinning earth,
fixed upon your pole star.
We feel your pull in our bones,
In the architecture of our Minds.
Guide us to walk surefootedly towards truth.
Direct us with logic and justice
So the we may sense and shape the structure that underlies all things.
Teach us your wisdom and unwavering focus this night.
Join our circle and guard our Northern gate.
O, come and be our Compass.

West! Come on your winding serpent
with your vipers of the primordial waters.
Flood into us from the ancient abyss.
We feel your waves crash and ebb in time with the beating of our hearts,
in the turbulent sea of our emotions.
Flow into our subconscious.
Wash over us with dissolution and healing
so we may be released and remade by your waters.
Share with us your depth and regeneration this night.
Join our circle and guard our Western  gate.
O, Come and be our Cauldron.

South! Come with your red raven
with your scarlet fox, creatures of cunning,
Roaring from the fiery blaze of undiluted force.
We feel your heat in our blood
In the smoldering potential our Will.
Ignite our imaginations.
Fill us courage and passion
so that we may act with fearlessness and arte.
Pierce us with your energy and strength this night.
Join our circle and guard our Southern gate.
O come and be our, Blade.

East! Come with your golden doe,
with your dove’s egg gilded like the aurora
bursting forth from the dawn’s horizon.
We sense your stirring with every nerve,
in the vital hum of our Bodies.
Awake in us the creative spark.
Weave the tapestry of magic and wyrd
so that we may embrace the path before us.
Bless us with hope and potential for all possibilities this night.
Join our circle and guard our Eastern gate.
O, come and be our Spindle.

Below! Come with your centaur
with your stag and horse, creatures of hoof and horn
emerging from the earth’s warm depths.
We feel your weight in the pit of stomachs,
In the ravenous rumblings of our Instincts.
Intoxicate our senses.
Nourish us with soil, seed, and stone
So that we may be grounded.
Share with us wild Nature and ancestral roots this night.
Join our circle and guard our gate Below.
O, come and be our Altar.

Above! Come with your riddling sphinx,
With your jackals and bats, creatures of mystery
From the etheric void.
We sense your limitlessness in our dreams,
In the infinite expanse of our Unconscious.
Silence our trivial preoccupations.
Enchant us with  the magic of the unknowable oblivion
So that we may be unfettered.
Share with us your transcendence and divinity this night.
Join our circle and guard our gate Above.
O, come and be our Veil.

Without! Come with your white hare,
With your silver hind and hart glowing moonlight,
Embracing all that is lit by your orb.
We hear your echo in our breath,
In the temple of our Souls.
Soothe our turbulent spirits.
Fill us with intuition and revelation
So that we may be priestesses in your hive.
Illuminate with us with your consciousness and shining purpose this night.
Join our circle and guard our gate Around.
O, come and be our Mirror.

Within! Come with your three faces
with three forms, three names:
Lady of  Bone, Woman of Blood, Witch of Shadow.
Moon in the heavens, Huntress in the Woods, Crone among the shades.
Converge upon this crossroad.
We hear you speak our true names
Into the center of our Selves
So that we may be complete.
Unite us with your presence this night.
Join us in the Center of our circle.
O, come and be our Key.

 

 

Lughnasadh

IN MY NECK OF THE WOODS, THE LUGHNASADH SEASON IS NOT VERY HARVEST-LIKE.  
It’s taken me years of trial and error to develop a celebration actually related to my climate and geography.  Once I finally figured that out, designing a meaningful sabbat was much more intuitive and meaningful.

Lughnasadh was straight up my least observed holiday.  I just didn’t get it.  I almost always forgot it was even coming up unlike other sabbats where I was either giddy with anticipation all month or at the very least having peculiar urges to act out the season’s rituals (thanks for the OCD Imbolc cleaning frenzy, Brigid!).

During August in North Texas everyone’s grass is scorched and dead and the soil is like dry cement.  Everything outside is too hot to touch.  Swimming pools feel like hot bathwater.  At all hours, the summer hums with cicadas rattling in crescendos like ocean waves.  People stay cloistered indoors, trying to seal in the air conditioning against the lascivious, hot breath of the daytime sun pressing palpably s against doors and windows.

The crisp, yellow ground is more barren at this time than it is in winter.  Winter isn’t really a thing here; it’s mostly like fall with less leaves.  We don’t experience killing frosts, instead we have drought and relentless sun that bakes delicate vegetation and hardens the ground like clay in a kiln.  The landscape burns and seemingly dies, only to spring back to life again in the fall when temperatures and rain fall just a bit.
Texas summer basically like other regions’ winter, just with fire instead of ice.
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sky, haze, dead grass,
& a sliver of shade

As such, I’ve come to celebrate Lughnasadh more like Yule or Imbolc are in colder climates.  In those regions, the winter days get REALLY short and bitterly cold. The celebration is like, “That sucked but we made it! Let’s be thankful nice weather is coming back again!”  

Similarly, Lughnasadh  has a “We’re almost there, summer’s almost over and fall is coming!” kind of vibe for me.  It’s about a bit of humbleness in recognition that ordeals are part of the cycle to make way for future enjoyment rather than Lughnasadh being about reveling in a present harvest.

So, the ancient, athletic, manly Lugh stuff is out. Too hot! And feasting on hearty autumn fare is not very refreshing in the oppressive heat.  Nevertheless, traditional basil beer bread is a staple for me, spiked with Shiner beer and a heavy-handed serving of cooling basil.  If the garden patch is especially scorched, spring’s basil preserved in olive oil is just as good or better.

Seasonal fruits like blueberries, figs, and hatch chiles are the primary late summer crops.  Eating figs always makes me feel like I’m doing something decadent and ancient!  Peaches and pears will only be ripe after another month of soaking up the sun. They blush on their southwestern faces like merry cherubs. The rest of us nurse our sunburns, heat rashes, poison ivy, and chigger bites.

 

“I am the things that are, that will be, and that have been.
No mortal has yet been able to lift the veil that covers Me.”

– Inscription on the temple of Neith at Sais. Proclus (412–485 AD).

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The Egyptian goddess Neith’s day is Aug 7th, so I am including her in the sabbat this year.

Also spelled Nit, Net, or Neit, Neith is a goddess of hunting, war, weaving, and the primordial waters of creation.  Her symbols include a shield with crossed two arrows or a weaving shuttle as pictured to the left in both her catouche and her headdress.

Her vibe of physical endurance and the interplay of harsh action and force on the one hand with the restraint of planning (weaving) and dormant vitality (primordial waters) on the other speaks to me during this season.

Further reading:
Neith’s Day, Pagan Book of Hours
Neith. Crystalinks

Related posts:
Lughnasadh Beer Bread