Full Moon Ritual
You will need: a broom
“With this broom, tool of my will, I
cleanse and purify and prepare this space. Within this circle I banish
all fear, ill will and misfortune, this circle will be a sacred place for
gods and men. As I do will, so mote it be”.
“O’ Creature of earth, thou firm
salt of law, thou sharp salt of truth, be purified and sanctified as a
tool of my will. O’ Creature of water, gentle and open be purified and
sanctified as a tool of my will. Be one, the salt seawater of our Mother's
womb, to bless and purify all that partake of this rite. So mote it be”.
“I purify you by the firm salt of law and the sweet
waters of birth. Blessed be”.
Cast your Circle
“Thrice about the circle is cast. Let
no negativity remain within, but save that, which is in accord in this
rite. Let all be welcome that would share the blessings of this ritual.
So mote it be”.
Calling your Quarters
In the East
“Lords and Ladies of the Watchtower
of the East, thou gentle sprites and airy sylphs, soaring eagle and sweet
butterfly, Eurus master of the Eastern wind, be with us in laughter and
in thought, bring us the bracing dawn wind and memories of fragrant Spring.
I do summon, stir and call you upon thee- Come! Be welcome in this our
rite. So mote it be”.
In the South
“Lords and Ladies of the Watchtower
of the South, thou leaping salamanders and fiery ones, lion in passion
and dragon in power. Phoenix arising pure as whole from the flame, Notus,
master of the South wind, be with us in passion and in truth, bring us
the warmth of the hearthfire and the summer sun, and the clear sight of
noonday. I do summon, stir and call you upon thee- Come! Be welcome in
this our rite. So mote it be”.
In the West
“Lords and Ladies of the Watchtower
of the West, thou deep-dwelling undines and swift-flowing naiads, loving
dolphin and hidden eel, Zephyrs master of the Western wind, be with us
in feeling and vision, in the evening tide's mystery and the upwelling
autumn dreams. I do summon, stir and call you upon thee- Come! Be welcome
in this our rite. So mote it be”.
In the North
“Lords and Ladies of the Watchtower
of the North, thou Gnomes of the within the earth and oreads of the mountain
forest, bear slow and sure and bull of great strength, and tunneling worms
whose work insures life. Boers master of the north wind and ruler of all
winds, here at the dwelling place of the gods be with us in solid strength
and permanence, giving us sure knowledge of nature's ever-renewed cycles,
the safe womb of night and the slow movement of winter. I do summon, stir
and call you upon thee, Come! Be welcome here in this our rite. So mote
it be”.
Close your circle
