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Earthwizard's Realms of Faërie

March, 14, 2005

Earthwizard's Realms of Faërie

Samhain is the time of the great festival of the Celtic Peoples of the Earth, ceann fëile, or chief festival, that signals the beginning of the winter season. Thus, Oíche Shamna, the night of Samhain falls on the last day of October. Samhain means "the end of Summer". In Medieval Folklore it was the "time outside time" between the two boundaries of the year: Winter and Summer. It was the time when the sídhe, the fair folk; or, Faërie visited our realms in secret, only to find certain women and men who would suddenly come upon their merriment under the full light of great horned moon...

	    
	
	
	    Artwork (c) Jessica Galbreth
	       www.enchanted-art.com
	A Pagan Book of Days
	
	I begin the preparations for Samhain,
	gather the circle of my thoughts
	and sprinkle sea-salt round the earthen floor:
	on the altar I place the emblems of my craft:
	one white candle I place to the North
	for purity of heart and mind,
	an offering to the Lady of Wild Things
	who turns the Great Wheel of the starry sky;
	one red candle I place to the South,
	symbol of fire and passion,
	an offering to the Lord of the Hunt
	who rides the night winds of time horn blaring;
	a censor I fill with sweet sage and rosemary,
	for cleansing and purification,
	to the East, realm of communication, movement, and divination;
	a bowl filled with fragrant rose water 
	I place to the West, gateway to the everlasting kingdoms of faŽry;
	crystal, bell, athame, pentacle, and wand
	(ancient tools of the witching ways)
	I place in a crescent before the black scrying cauldron;
	next, I slowly warm the essential oils 
	of ambergris, camphor, and sandalwood
	for love, spirit, and protection;
	apple and pomegranate, five-starred emblems
	of life and death and the never-ending journey 
	I cut crosswise and lay in honor of the Lord and Lady;
	finally, I raise the harp and flute
	in honor of the poets, lovers, dreamers, fools
	who still believe in the magic of the moon,
	who still dance to the rhythm of drum and rattle,
	who still raise their hands high in praise of the ancestral dead.
	May the harvest of all our lives honor them always. 


	
	 	- Earthwizard, aka, Steven Craig Hickman
	                 ©November 20, 2003


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