Opening the Rite
Statement of Intent
“We come forth together to mourn the passing of the bounty, the passing of our loved ones, and the passing of the year. With summer’s end, we venture into long, lean months, cold, barren months. Yet we welcome this time, for there is much to be learned in the starkness of winter, and much to be grateful for.
We come forth together to welcome our ancestors and beloved dead among us once more, to share our bounty with them and
Close your eyes, and settle yourself into a comfortable position.
Begin breathing deeply, feeling every breath course through your entire body and reach down deep into your soul. The inhalation brings in the life of this world, the exhalation takes out the death within ourselves. A little birth, and a little death. Each inhalation and exhalation is at the same time cleansing and destroying, a complete cycle that we are always actively engaged in, yet rarely acknowledge. Feel every
Virtue and Skill Deities
Aengus Mac Og- God of Love
Brighid, the Exalted One- Goddess of Poetry, Innovation, and Inspiration
Bodb Dearg- God of Leadership and Stewardship
Cliodhna, Fairy Queen- Goddess of Beauty and the Surf Creidhne, the Wright- God of Artifice
Cian- God of Warriors
Dagda, the Good God- God of Life and Death, War, Banquets, and Magic
Dian Cecht- God of Healing and Regrowth
Fuamnach- Goddess of Jealousy
Goibhniu, the Blacksmith-
In today's world, being a loner is highly accepted and really isn't anything out of place. Many adults, when asked, will state they only have one or two close friends, and are completely happy and functional. While this lifestyle is common in society, is it having an adverse affect on us? I'm not condemning anyone living this way (I fit it myself), but I wonder what harm we are doing? Life is so bustle and go in ways that it wasn't 60 years ago, and it really can be a trial establishing and maintaining
The Song of Amergin
I am the wind on the sea
I am the stormy wave
I am the sound of the ocean
I am the bull with seven horns
I am the hawk on the cliff face
I am the sun's tear
I am the beautiful flower
I am the boar on the rampage
I am the salmon in the pool
I am the lake on the plain
I am the defiant word
I am the spear charging into battle
I am the god who put fire in your head
Who made the