by Talamh Eala on Thu Jul 16, 2009 2:35 pm
The gifts, they come, held by those donning robes and brought with the intentions as their bringer's blessed them, so to make strong the potency of what's to come...
Mighty Oaks, Elms, and Weeping Willows, sigh gently whispering their life's breath to the stream;
Come! Behold the ancient rites brought forth by the God and Goddess children; For our love to endure its infinite ascension among these creatures!
Two legged, four legged, winged and water-born. Those in the otherworld through the veil prepare to lend their blessings and gratuities while the rituals are given to the Earth and her Inhabitants on this May's Eve.
Crackling and heat energy devise ways to make this balefire grow until it touches the stars in this moonlit forest,
While the night birds gaze wide-eyed in anticipation and the wild four leggeds seek out a hidden place to prey eyes upon this glorious eve's conveyance to the Mother and Father All
Now they murmur, dream stated, taking their place in a circle form in the tree's grove; the grove having seen many a magical impact of blessings stamped into it's forest bed
The murmurs grow, chant now, chanting, chanting,
Hands held throughout their circle tingle, and flow with magic-love
Whilst their speaker states blessings, peace, intentions to the Forest's ears,
And to the All Mother and All Father
Bright blue, purple, green and white energy magic bursts forth, surrounding the folk: person, animal, fae and tree alike
Filling each with the love and energy; in its purest
Silence around the balefire now, eyes stare, heads turn, noses sniff the wind cautiously and trees rustle gently
Old and Strong, still prevailing when sought out
The ancient ritual Beltaine, when all come together, energies intent, to become this magic found on May's Eve.
Written by: Talamh Eala