Monthly Archives: April 2013

An Optional Offering

My room mates were talking about the bardic night and what they were going to do. I listened quietly and felt so talentless and unable to offer anything to entertain everyone on this coming fun night. The next morning in path when we had our small group check-in I realised I may not be able to sing or dance or entertain but I had talents that could be offered in other ways and I was automatically dismissing them.

I woke the next morning after a dream that I was in Freyja’s bower and I had been holding an optional offering circle to talk about ‘scars, tattoos and other marks’ and in the dream it had gone really well. I got out of bed and went for a walk to allow myself to consider whether I really wanted to offer this or not. I received clear confirmation from my spirit guides and from other campers too with whom I shared my ideas. This was my first time offering something like this and although I was unsure how it would be received I decided to be brave and just offer what I could.

I have held regular sharing circles for women for the past 4-5 years now and have learnt how to hold a safe and strong container so anything can be revealed in complete confidentiality and safety. This session was regarding scars, tattoos and other marks which could include unseen scars, emotional scars and anything that people needed to speak about really. From my perspective the session went really well and just the holding of safe space for people to speak what may have previously been unspeakable is the beginning of healing and sometimes all that is needed. For each person to be seen and heard and acknowledged and loved and held and accepted and honoured in the group despite what had happened in their lives is often profound.

I’m glad I had the courage to offer what I could and to share really difficult things from my own life without any pretence that my life has been perfect or fits some perceived normality. I’ve already thought of some more offerings for next year…and perhaps I could also think more broadly about what I could offer to entertain on bardic night and maybe my own weird and wonderful flavour would be appreciated just as I truly enjoy all the others who offered themselves at camp through the various opportunities.

The Scribed Third Path

During our last night of ritual when Odin and Freyja were with us, we worked with hope and despair. We scryed for a third path, an alternate way to move off the oscillating pendulum. As we tranced, some of the messages were recorded by three scribes. Some were read out at the end of ritual. We humbly present all the written messages here. Everything could not be deciphered or understood by the scribes so if your message is not here, please do not feel it was intentionally omitted. As well, your message may have been inadvertently modified. If so, I would suggest considering both meanings. Fate works in interesting ways at times.

Hope lives in every little step
You must be free!
You are loved by us but you are not children.

The tower crumbles. The people fly free.
This is not without descention(?). This is not without sacrifice.
It will come soon.

King of cups.
Knave of cups.
The Sun.
Emotions are the chalice well.
Deeply touch emotions.
Then comes the sun.
Rise my new sun.
Your cup is complete and shines with the true beauty of you.

Treat each act as the tipping point.
Every action could be the tipping point.
Act as if it will change everything and it will.

There is the faraway stream.
The keyhole opening into clarity.
On the edges lie a crisp shell colour.
Passing with passion play with the fire and emerge clean.
Unite in love.

White stag come again.

A spiral may look like we are only moving inward.
Earth power.
Stone cracks, breaks and reforms.

The shadow across the earth is getting smaller.
It is this much. (there is an image)
We only have this time.

Play balance be fun and joyous.
The beauty with and without.
Threats and protects.
Blood and soot.
Life and death.
Call the living dream

It only takes one to bring light to many.

There is hope with our children – like little seedlings we must raise them right. Teach the children how to walk this earth so we do not make the same mistakes again.

Your ecstasy … we speak and we find her. 

An old fairy – she says you will be fine.

Go on the journey.

What is lost can be retrieved.

First heal ourselves.

Look after the green ones.

Water – we have to focus on the water first and we have to look after the animals in our own back yard.

From Odin: Words for the people – when we wish to heal the world, first we have to heal ourselves, and each other, in service … in whatever service is for you … the service that is joyful for you. We need to heal ourselves in joyful service.

Come see in my heart, come see in my bone.

The gate, the doorway.

All I see is Ravens

By the flow of travel, keep open lest you be unhappy and unsafe.

Raven eats the carrion, vortex is the heart.

The web weaver: We weave our own future, we call on our sybils, on our own fates, for we are the webweavers.

The camel by reversed. Loss of innocence, loss of hope of far trot dreaming, another future.

The lady of the gift. Dream a better world. Visualise it, empower it, be it.

Beauty is the point of light returning.

Maiden sunflower – other- bear- forest youth

Ecstasy and sacrifice flow with emotions, surrender to love.   

Strong good leader, wise, makes people rise up. They do good and save the earth.

For all, all, all is one. We are the blank rune.

The Eagle King.

Sisters of Seasons, cycles is love.

King of stones, wolf.

We come at a time of survival, We live in a time where communication can give as much truth as lies. We are going into a time where the gifts of the earth will be given to those who allow themselves to receive them.

Our voice, we speak.  Our arms need to be free to embrace this beauty. This stillness is a dance.

Odin said: Once we realize the wounds, we can hang? on the healing. Once we are open, something new can come in.

We are the black rider.

Through shadow we seek. And when we speak through our shadow we find joy, dance. We will live through endurance and we will find wisdom.

Blessed Be!

The Three Scribes

The Chariot Priestess: Power in Self, Power Together Day 4

The last day is always hard for me. This camp was especially difficult because of the connections I had made, knowing I wouldn’t see many of these wonderful faces for a long time. When we started drumming and chanting in the beginning of path, the rhythms and energy oscillated effortlessly, seamlessly, beautifully, like we had been playing together forever. We sang together – separate but one, joyfully and with sorrow.  When we ran Iron Pentacle for the last time together, we stood back to front in a line, so close we were almost touching. As we ran iron ore energy, my Pride was balanced by the Passion of those in front and behind, their Power balanced by my Self. And when we went back to Sex – our connection with the world at the top of our head – all our energy finally aligned in a row, strong, and I felt it whizzing back and forth through all of us, connecting us all. When we ran Pearl, we stood in a circle facing in, so our fingers were almost touching.I felt Liberty pass from the person on the left flow into my Wisdom in my right hand, their Law pass to my Knowledge. And my energy was passed to my friends beside me as well, so the energy we shared oscillated right and left and right and left, strengthening community, balancing each other, until it all came back to Love.

Two new pentacles were offered in path today as well. A pentacle for priestessing: Facilitator, Mentor, Teacher, Healer, Priestess , conceived by Margi and other EarthSong witches earlier this year. The second was gift from Freyja via Gede: Soverenty/Love, Life, Lust, Power, Beauty. This path has been a journey of pentacles and balance for me, of grounding and strengthening my core being.

At the end of path, we performed spontaneous ritual.  Not a word was spoken; we just started. Huddled together, arms supporting each other, we sang our souls, our pain, our pride, our wishes, our joy, our everything and nothing. We sang our community, our togetherness. Wordlessly we raised tremendous amounts of energy, like waves crashing from the sea, like magma bubbling up through the earth, like the ancestors’ call, like the scream from the mouth of the raven. We all just knew what to do.

Farewell, my fellow chariot priestesses, and all my love. It was an honour to travel the narrowing path with you.