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Showing posts with label Druids. Show all posts
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Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Ritual of Essence and Ashes




I am not sure why I am sharing this Ritual with you tonight.

As one grows elder the flows of Summerland grow faster for some of us.

This is a Ritual of remembrance and connectivity. It can be used anywhere True Friends gather for any special occasion.

What you need:

1) A clay or metal bowl, a iron cauldron works well. That can handle a small fire.

2) A group of small small clean dry twigs that will burn well and basket or container to hold them. Have one for each person attending including your self. Four nice ones a little less than half the diameter of the bow, these are the Cardinal Points or Watch Tower Guardians. And one for you the host.

3) Also some small twigs broke up as Fire Tender. A few pieces of paper, one for every one there with there name on it. And a large piece with what or why the occasion is happening, the date and where.

4) Of course matches to start a fire.

5) Small wood or metal spoon

6) Small jars bottles, one for each person there.


The Start:

As Host pick a nice or if possible Nemeton location for fire bowl.

The Ritual will be in two parts.

Part one: as soon as all guest have arrived and before main occasion event.

Gather all guest arount the fire bowl. As you talk about friends, good times and good memories add (in this order the event paper, names papers. I like to read the names as I add them to bowl. Then the small twigs as tender. Have every one take a twig from the basket. Put the four Cardinal twigs in and address watch tower guardians as you do.

Set bowl to fire and take your own twig, kiss it, in old we did blood but few follow those ways.

Add it to the fire and have each person do the same.

Have the event or party or what even.

Just before things are ready to break up bring all guest back to fire bowl now burned down to ash.

Give each a small jar or bottle. Take your own and spoon it a bit of ash and close it. Let each guest do the same (if they wish). Do not have bottles labeled, let each that keeps theirs do it as they wish.

With everone is spooning the ash, it is a good time to thank them for coming, being good friends and staying in your heart and mind for ever along with what event was about.

Well that is it what or how you all use the ash is up to you.

TDK

© of Text by George King July 2014.

Tuesday, February 5, 2013



The Biting of Pots

Oh how I hate the biting of pots as first my morning draws.

Consciousness holding on, only the barest of its tiny clawing paws

Head is pounding and water dripping from sore eyes.

Damn to think its not from a long night of riding oh so sweet thighs.

Oh how I hate the biting of pots.

Yet this is an honorable task that must be done by one kin.

As we have no slaves or bonded servants here at our very humble little Druid's inn.

Now loudly the pots speak ,to remind of tasty blessings, that last night were within.

And of the strange pleasures they offer of a secret Smithy’s Zen.

As one caresses their slick and sometimes shiny metal skin.

Still I know that even after a long night of soak.

That burn in food from cooking over the fire will be harder than an Oak.

Yet now at last this biting task by me must be done.

Before the blessing of clan's next meal is begun.

So now I bite into this wet and dripping  task.

Till each metal friend is clean and shining as if made of glass.


Our's  may be but a clan of very few.

Unless the Familiars and the Fae count as true.

Then there are the wild things from across the shallow woods.

That come to the inn each night to beg a crust of its sweet goods.

Even small and ever old, the clan does its best to run a good and honest inn.

Were the old Gods and Goddesses are always welcomed to descend.

And lift a horn with our Ancient Druids that are still their only true kin.

And when Night gives to Sun the biting of pots will surely start again.

The Druid King

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

New Moon Night. Written in Black and Silver Moon Shine




Way off in the late of Night.

When the New Moon's Darkness shines so Bright.

There appears far away, a small and flickering Light.

Are there wild Druids in the deep woods Tonight?

Perhaps with the Fae they have come to dance and Delight.

It is said the old ones live in the trees and only come out on the Blackest Night.

Others swear they have seen them dancing and doing spell with the Witches in the Moon's full Light.

All I know is my hearth wishes I was young again dancing in the woods wild and sky clan. Till Sun brings back its Bright.

Love of Dark Love of Light be my Goddess and kiss me in the Astral this very night.

The Druid King

Copyright January 16, 2013 George King