Rituals: Fireleaping, Purification in Balefire Smoke, Drumcircle, Greet the Dawn, Gather First Blossoms, Make Bell & Daisy Anklets, Greenwood Marriages, Finding Staves
EXCERPTS: "EIGHT
SABBATS" (J&S Farrar)
Fires were lit on hilltops to celebrate the return of life and fertility...a
feature of the festival was/is jumping over the fire...Bealtaine for ordinary
people was a festival of unashamed human sexuality and fertility.
Dancing around the maypole, hunting for nuts in the woods, "greenwood marriages",
and staying up all night to watch the May sun arise...Robin Hood, Maid
Marian, and Little John played a big part in May Day folklore..."washing
the face in May morning dew"...the Romans payed homage to their Lares,
or household gods...all homes, to be honest, possess objects which are
in effect Lares (Etruscan for "Lord"); ours includes a foot-high
Venus de Milo...High Priest wears a chaplet of oak-leaves, in his role
as Oak King...
The coven spread themselves around the circle area and start a soft, rhythmic
clapping. The High Priest picks up the green scarf, gathers it lengthwise
like a rope, and starts to move toward the High Priestess, making as though
to throw the scarf over her shoulders and pull her to him; but she backs
away from him, tantalizingly. She beckons and teases but always steps
back before he can capture her. She weaves in and out of the coven,
and the other women step in the High Priest's way to help her elude him.
After a while, say 2 or 3 laps, the Priestess allows herself to be captured...he
pulls her to him, they kiss and separate, and the High Priest hands the
scarf to another man...the last man hands the scarf back to the High Priest.
Once again he pursues the High Priestess, but this time the pace is much
slower, almost stately; her beckoning is more solemn, as though she is
tempting him into danger, and the others do not intervene. When he
catches and kisses her, the scarf falls from his hands, and the Priestess
steps back. The High Priest kneels before her, his head lowered and
his eyes closed; she calls two other women to her, they pick up the scarf
and drape it over him like a shroud. Then she calls two men to extinguish
the red altar-candles — the Bale Fires. "The Oak King is dead;
he has embraced the Great Mother and died of his love, so has it been,
year after year after year, since time began..." Rekindle the
Bale Fires. "Now is the time outside of time, here is the place
which is no place. Do not leave us, Oak King. Stay, that the
earth may be fruitful."
Bealtane is a traditional "mischief night"..."the year is swinging on it's
hinges, the doors to the Otherworld are open, anything can happen"...the
High Priestess...imposing bizarre little tasks or ordeals...it is the High
Priest's final privilege to impose a task or ordeal upon her...
EXCERPTS:
"THE SPIRAL DANCE" (Starhawk)
A Maypole, crowned with flowers and hung with multicolored ribbons, is
set up in an outdoor clearing. Fruits, flowers, round breads, cookies
and doughnuts are hung from bushes and tree branches. A fire is built
in the south, well within the boundaries of the circle...the marriage of
God and Goddess is celebrated with maypoles and bonfires...
"This is the time when sweet desire weds wild delight. The Maiden
of Spring and the Lord of the Waxing Year meet in the greening fields,
and rejoice together under the warm sun. The shaft of life is twined
in a spiral web and all nature is renewed. We meet in the time of
flowering, to dance the dance of life."
EXCERPTS: "THE
SABBATS" (Edain McCoy)
...an old Phoenician vegetation-god Baal,
who was demonized by the new religion... in Norway the balefires are called
Balder's Fires in honor of their sun god, old brooms were thrown on the
fire... Germanic and Dianic covens celebrate Bealtaine as a Night of the
Dead, they ask to join them and shake the chill of the Underworld off at
the fire, in much the same way Celts do at Samhuine...in
Slavic countries, young men travel from house to house just before sundown
to collect items to fuel the balefire...in Scotland the balefires were
required to be lit from another fire called the tein-eigin, or "need-fire:,
created with the friction of a wheel, to honor Taranis, god of the wheel.
It is traditional to take home a piece of the Bealtaine fire to bring summer
blessings into your home; but one must take the piece without asking--it
must not be given--because faeries are known to come to the celebration
asking for pieces of the fire, which if given freely would give the faeries
some power over the giver (also, the fae could not start their own fires,
and had to obtain them from human sources). Wear daisies or daisy-chains
to protect from the fae, or ring bells (which are rung at sunrise).
Primrose will call faeries to you.
The Romans celebrated Floralia to honor Flora, Goddess of Flowers; and
also Bacchanalia, to honor Bacchus, the God of Wine and Frolic. The
Germanic tradition calls this holiday Walpurgisnacht, taking its name from
a christianized Teutonic Earth-Mother Goddess named Walburga who was thought
to marry the God on this night and become impregnated with her son/lover
of Yule.
Shiela-na-Gig in Ireland, Festival of Pan in Greece.
The Great Rite...is often enacted on this Sabbat. The hunting of
summer animals is now permitted, the hunting of winter animals (such as
deer) forbidden. The fields are reclaimed now from the faeries known
as the pu'ka, who claimed them at Samhuine...You
can purify anything over the Bealtaine balefire smoke... The Language of
Flowers was heavily used by the Cult of Flora in Rome, and was revived
in the Victorian era... Bealtaine is a joyous, lusty, carefree Sabbat;
parties of all kinds, for pagans and non-pagans, should be part of the
observance.
EXCERPTS: "MAYDAY"
(Gwydion Cinhil Kirontin)
May Day ushers in the fifth month of the modern calendar year...May is
named in honor of the goddess Maia, originally a Greek mountain-nymph,
but later identified as the most beautiful of the Seven Sisters (the Pleiades).
By Zeus, she is also the mother of Hermes (who was also called Thoth and
Ogma), the god of magic. Maia's parents were Atlas and Pleione, a
sea nymph. Other names include: Cetsamhain, Walpurgisnacht, and Roodmas
-- this last name from an attempt of the Christian church to shift the
common folks allegiance from the Maypole, a pagan phallic symbol of life,
to the cross).
EXCERPT FROM
"THE MAGICIAN'S COMPANION" (Bill Whitcomb)
The April 30th holiday is also celebrated by worker's groups, communists,
and anarchists...
"God is dead. Tonight,
we come here to celebrate his life, to contemplate his passing, and to
defy the forces that destroyed Him. The sun weakens, the winter
closes in, the night is cold, and many of the things we have loved
have been destroyed or lost. Now is the time to remember those dead
and lost things, and then to release them, to fling them back out
into the void forever! It's downhill from here, folks, and we
can either sit and shiver and fade with the sun, or we can dance and eat
and laugh and sing and LIVE! And I for one will live.
Who am I? You know who I am, but I am the Man In Black.
"And I challenge you:
Rage! Laugh! Eat! Drink! Dance! Forget!
DATE:
Samhuine can be celebrated at three different points. These are:
October 31st/November 1st, the traditional date -- 15 degrees Scorpio,
the astrological beginning of the eleventh month -- and the full moon of
Scorpio, commonly the time of celebration for pagans.
OTHER NAMES:
HISTORY:
"For the old pastoralists, whose herd-raising was backed by only primitive
agriculture or none at all, keeping whole herds fed through the winter
was simply not possible, so only the minimum breeding stock was kept alive,
and the rest were slaughtered and salted -- the only way, then, of preserving
meat (hence, no doubt, the traditional use of salt in magickal ritual as
a 'disinfectant' against psychic or spiritual evil). Samhuine was
the time when the killing and preserving was done, and it is not hard to
imagine what a nervously critical time it was. Had the right breeding
stock been selected, or enough? Would the coming winter be long and
hard, and if so would the stored meat feed the tribe through it?
Crops, too, had to be gathered in by October 31, and anything still unharvested
was abandoned because of the Pu'ca -- a nocturnal, shapechanging
faerie who delighted in tormenting humans. The Pu'ca were
believed to contaminate all that was left in the fields after Samhuine.
Human sacrifice was likely a part of ancient celebrations, usually the
ritual killings of criminals, sometimes that of kings, often death by fire.
FOLKLORE:
"It was believed that at Samhuine was the turn of the year -- the old dying,
the new being born -- and that the night belonged to neither past
nor present, to neither this world or the Otherworld. Thus, they
believed that the "Veil between worlds" was very thin. The portals
of entry for the sidhe-mounds were open, and on this night any human
or faerie could pass those portals without even knowing it. Since
the Celts believed that the dead went to the Faerie Underworld to await
reincarnation (in the Black Cauldron of the Goddess on the Isle of Glass,
also known as Avalon), it was also believed that the spirits of dead friends
sought the warmth of the Samhuine fire and the company of friends and family.
This was their last chance to do so, since at the end of the night the
great Horned Lord Arawn (Gwynn ap Nudd, the Horned Serpent of Faerie) would
ride through the land and collect the dead souls, taking them to the Cauldron.
"It was also believed that the faeries roamed on this night, and few dared
travel alone, or at all. The faeries were believed to come to people's
houses to test their generosity, begging for food. Those who refused
were teased and pranked and sometimes even beaten.
RITUALS:
Remembrance (black
candles, names in the BoD)
Burning the past
Great Rite / Sacrifice of the God
-- meditation, music, and incense w/Shannon & Brenda; binding &
joining; eating mushrooms and the sacrifice upon the altar... Incenses
-- sage, dragonsblood, mugwort, wormwood...
Music --
Dead Can Dance, Mazzy Star... Ritual Tea -- mugwort, catnip,
valerian, wormwood
CELEBRATION:
Incenses
-- sage, dragonsblood, sandalwood
Man in Black
-- someone's role for the night, dress in black, wear faceless mask, arrange
things
Fool --
someone's role for the night, keep people jolly, hold Fool's Wand
Feasting
-- colcannon, barbecue
Drinking
-- Absinthe Cocktails, Chocolate Vienna Tequila drink, Apple Cider (Hot
Sex?)
Costumes
-- Make hooded masks this year?
Dancing & Drums, NO GRAVITY, no sobriety or seriousness
Divination -- tarot, runes
Promiscuity --
risque movies, strip poker, pornos, general lewdness??? who knows...
CYCLE
POINT: The Young
God has died and become the Winter King, Lord of Dreams. The Crone
has buried him and the funeral has passed, and now is the wake, the time
for joy and remembrance.
Samhuine is a traditional "mischief night"..."the year is swinging on it's
hinges, the doors to the Otherworld are open, anything can happen" ...
the High Priest imposing bizarre little tasks or ordeals... it is the High
Priestess's final privilege to impose a task or ordeal upon him...
There are three dates on
which Samhuine can be traditionally celebrated. The first (and most
likely oldest) is the cultural
celebration on the first evening of November. Since the Celts
reckoned a day to be over when the sun set, everything after
sunset was part of the next day, and therefore, the first evening of
the month of "Samhuine" was what we call October 31st. As a cultural
date, I generally see this as a time to acknowledge social customs and
partake in popular rituals, as well as to have fun with friends and family.
The second date on which
Samhuine can be traditionally celebrated is the night of the full moon
of Scorpio — that is, the full moon that occurs when the sun is within
the 30 degree-span of the ecliptic that marks off Scorpio, which is roughly
October 23 to November 21. This Lunar Samhuine is commonly the one
celebrated by New Age Wiccans and other neo-pagan types,
due to their close affiliation with the moon and its ways and cycles;
they see it simultaneously as an Esbat (a simple full-moon
celebration) and a Sabbat (one of eight major annual celebrations of
the pageant of God and Goddess).
The third date is the night
of 15 degrees Scorpio, meaning the night wherein the sun is in the middle
of the Scorpio portion of the ecliptic. This is commonly the celebration
observed by western mysticks, such as Hermetics, and often the positions
and
aspects of the moon, Mars, Pluto, and some o fthe other planets are
noted and meditated upon. Incidentally, Beltane (May 1,
also known as Cetsamhuine, or "opposite November") is similarly observed
at 15 degrees Taurus, which is Scorpio's opposite.
The date on which we are celebrating, November 7th, is close to both the Lunar Samhuine (full moon on the 5th, I think, and the Full Moon Time is three days before and after) and the Hermetic Samhuine (on the 4th).
For the old pastoralists, whose herd-raising was backed by only primitive agriculture or none at all, keeping whole herds fed through the winter was simply not possible, so only the minimum breeding stock was kept alive, and the rest were slaughtered and salted -- the only way, then, of preserving meat (thus the traditional use of salt in magickal ritual as a 'disinfectant' against psychic or spiritual evil). Samhuine was the time when the killing and preserving was done, and it is not hard to imagine what a nervously critical time it was. Had the right breeding stock been selected, or enough? Would the coming winter be long and hard, and if so would the stored meat feed the tribe through it? Crops, too, had to be gathered in by October 31, and anything still unharvested was abandoned because of the Pu'ca -- a nocturnal, shapechanging faerie who delighted in tormenting humans. The Pu'ca were believed to contaminate all that was left in the fields after Samhuine, and it was thought to be a dangerous time to travel. Human sacrifice was likely a part of some ancient celebrations, usually the ritual killings of criminals but sometimes that of kings... often death by fire.
Samhuine is also the time when folklore says that the "veil between worlds" is thinnest. The gates and mounds that lead into the land of Faerie (a land the Celts equated with the land of the dead) are flung wide open and unguarded as the fae folk have all spilt out into the world to dance and play and prank. The "fetch" or astral self is also said to be far more tenuously attached to the physical at this time, and astral travel can be nearly effortless, especially with the right teas and incenses, such as mugwort and wormwood. Since Faerie is the land of the dead, this is the one night of the year on which those who have died in the past year are able to return to the mortal world; on Lughnasadh in early August, people would visit cairns and cemetaries to honor and appease the dead so that they would return with friendly thoughts. Then at the end of the night, as on every Samhuine, the Horned King (a manifestation of the God) would lead the Wild Hunt through the land, collecting the souls of the dead and pulling them away to the great Black Cauldron of the Goddess Ceridwen to be reincarnated. The Cauldron was an early prototype of the Holy Grail, and lay hidden in an ancient castle in the middle of an orchard on the Isle of Glass (which was also known as Avalon).
Personally, what Samhuine means to me is this: a time filled with the energy of death and change (Key 13 in the Tarot), in which to cut away the useless deadwood which has accumulated over the past year, and to defy the creeping atmosphere of despair that pervades as winter/reality sets in — at whatever point of the year that might occur. I find myself surrounded by ghosts... Brenda Gross, now Sam... the girls who've dated me then disappeared, The Group in general.
I've said before that I believe
everyone lives in their own personal reality, or paradigm, and the only
way we can relate to others is by interpreting signals they send us from
across the abyss, and using those interpretations to construct representations
of those people in our realities. The more accurate and complete
the information is, the closer we are to truly knowing them,
though that total knowledge of another is an ideal that can never be
achieved in life as it is (as far as I can tell). But it is possible
for perceptions to be inaccurate, and, especially as time progresses, these
inaccuracies can grow larger and larger, just as an
error of a few degrees is hardly noticeable until the line is extended
for a few meters. What I'm trying to say here is that, in
many relationships, we create inaccurate representations (or "icons")
of those around us, and that when it becomes obvious that the icon we have
created does not really represent the person we are seeking to know, it
is time to destroy that icon. The
problem is, doing so is exactly the same, in our personal reality,
as murdering someone we have come to care for — but if it is
not done, then only delusion and problems can result, or even madness.
However difficult, if we are to function in the
consensual reality — and that is the challenge — we must destroy these
ghosts that swarm around us, these spirits we have
created that do not exist.
Samhuine is the time I have
chosen to set aside for this, because it is a time to howl defiance in
the face of despair, and these hundreds of killings I have performed over
the years threaten much anguish and despair. It is my assertion that
no amount of pain and loss can ever conquer me, my raging oath that I will
continue to stand and take joy in existence, even if all I know is
destroyed or lost. It is a time to meet with the living, with
friends and acquaintances, to forget solemn and sorrowful concerns
and take pleasure in music and food and drink and company. God
is dead. But the funeral was at Lughnasadh — and this is
the wake, the final rage against the dying of the light.
That's about all I can say, I guess, and so I'll leave you with a poem from Dylan Thomas:
Apollo, Ra, Hyperion, Baal, Balder, Mithras, Jesus
Rituals: Kiss, fast all day & feast
the next, give hand-made gifts, tell stories, pass spiced teas and ginger-root,
abandon celibacy, hang bells, celebrate friends and family, spread hope
and joy