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CloudCatcher 2019 – Evening Ritual – Day 1

Outside. Standing. Ecstasy means to stand outside of oneself. I stand outside of the hall I have stood inside every CloudCatcher WitchCamp, acknowledging the sovereignty of this place, this land, these People, the Yugambeh, this Earth… grounding, opening my senses like the animal I am to the cold chill in the wind and beholding this beloved community honouring and naming our relationships to the sacred elements of life. Earth is Sacred. Air is Sacred. Fire is Sacred. Water is Sacred. Spirit is Sacred…

I stand forward with my kin of colour. We have decided to honour and invite our Ancestors of Blood and Craft by beginning with those of our ancestors that passed our colour to us. My beloved begins naming his mother’s mother’s mothers from Chile and whispering words of power into the listening wind… we blend our voices together, I call to my father’s ancestors who pray in the rice fields and make music in the mountains, whose lives are devotion, whose societies are intricately woven into everyday sacred knowing. I hear the words of my friends, we are calling through time, through spiralling space, to all those who allowed us to be, who fought for themselves and for us… I hear words from Indigenous languages belonging to this continent and I shiver with the potency of those vibrations.

I am standing at a gate. We have broken into three groups. One group of people is with Namtar, a child of Erishkigal: these are the people who feel themselves to already be in the Underworld. They walked straight into the hall, into the Underworld. Another group upstairs in the dining room above, the Upperworld, gone with Ninshubur, the beloved companion and holy servant of Inanna, Queen of Heaven and Earth. These are the people who are as far away as humans can be from the Deep Below, who might need to be counselled in good wisdom to descend, to understand the mystery. I stand on the stairs, on the steps, at the gate with Neti, Lord of the Portals. A priestess I know is enacting the role of Neti at the door to the hall; another door, another place. She is hooded and I feel the world begin to close in. In the voice of Neti, the priestess asks us, What is this last thing you would give up, sacrifice, to move into the Underworld? 

I realise that for me it is the always holding the edge, always being an edge-keeper, a hedge-rider; one foot here and one foot there. I realise that I haven’t lately allowed myself to fully immerse in one state. Instead of liminal suspension, why not depth, why not everything, why not the Underworld?

The priestess, and Neti, suddenly grip my wrist, they take me to the door. I walk through. Now everything will change, again.