This is the first year I am not holding an Open House. It is the first year that I am not standing on the earth of my birth place. Tonight I will be standing out in another part of the country where the energies feel very different to me. I will be holding ritual alone; communing with my Beloved Dead, The Ancestors, and The Mighty Ones and formally introducing myself to the Spirits of the land I now call home.
Death? What does it mean?
The end of physical life
Is mute, mute as the silent
Tongues of burnt, di inferi
Who dwell below. Incapable
Of audibly speaking
The prudent warning, beware, beware.
The Alder shrieks.
The memorizing flame
Of the midnight fire.
Sadness, sorrow, the tears fall
From me like the blackest veil, I’m in a fascination
The veil will catch and glow in the fire.
Such delicate weave burns
Making its own offering. It will not cease,
But float round the Circle
Whispering the wisdom and the secrets,
Gathering in the silent darkness,
The sacred space
Greeting its lost kindred in the shadow,
Samhain brought her here
And welcomed her this night.
Summoning the spirits of Ancestors
Like the High Priestess and calling in,
The Quarters. The Elements.
Fearlessly, all night
I have been drifting, in, out, in, out.
The air grows heavy as Mjölnir.
Our world, the Otherworld
Two realms seamlessly fuse
Together, tonight as one.
I am too tired to move or dance.
My physical body
Drained of energy like a corpse in the grave. I am but an oracle
This night, my eyes the lenses
Of complex design, my jeweled adorned ears
Remarkably attuned and keenly accurate.
Does not my abilities dumbfound you? And my voice
From my words I am a strange personality
Of energy listening and gazing and speaking, spirit of Spirit
I think I am drifting,
I think I may depart –
The thread of the thinning veil burns, and I, Sister, I
Am a simple vibration
Attended by the Ancestors,
By moroii, by yūrei,
By whatever these strong vibrations are.
Not I, not I.
I dissolve, ego transcended –
This Samhain eve.