London has had its second gust of the snow in February, though the north of England, Wales and Scotland had even more over the last few days. I know some others in North America have much more, and so I thought I’d sing about something about the snow (from a song from the last year or two).
I like to sing, adapt words, use ancient tunes, and let my spirit dance to the Universe using words and tuneful sounds (or at least that’s the intention, but the Source of All accepts all that we have even if it’s not what some would call tuneful). I’d encourage you to do the same, that is sing with all that you have. Do feel free to use the song, below, in your group or individual times of ceremony as a song, or as a reflective (said) poem for the day.
The tune is ‘The water is wide’ and an instrumental version to give you an idea of it, is here. The ‘Water is wide’ is a A folk song of Scottish origin. The original lyrics and tune partly date to the 1600s and speak of an unhappy first marriage. I’ve changed the words to reflect the season of winter, but kept the tune which seems deeply reflective to suit the words of the newly-penned song and the season.
THE DAYS ARE COLD A winter’s Song/Poem
The days are cold And night comes soon. The circle turns As in days of old. Nature does sleep And the winds do howl And my eyes do weep Through the cold air now
The snow falls harsh Upon the land There is a light Within and without We raise our hands To the source of all And nature responds with elementals call.
The days of change Are here again Our voices raise To a loud refrain We wish you peace We wish you well. All nature sings Winter’s fare thee well.
In the link to the tune above, the tune starts at 10 seconds into the Youtube music and concludes at 51 seconds (and that tune is then used three times for the three verses above).
The circle continues to turn. Imbolc, St Brigid’s Day, or Candlemas, as some call it, comes ever closer. Spring is in the air.
And with 2 February in mind, our thoughts turn to Brigid of Kildare. Brigid is viewed in differing ways, by different people. To some Brigid is an ancient Celtic goddess. The goddess of fire. Indeed, a sacred fire burned in Kildare in ancient time, as was kept burning by priestesses. In this way it was thought herds would be protected and harvests would be plentiful. To others, Brigid is a saint, and at the time of Candlemass, candles are blessed (and lit by some), and Brigid is remembered as one who symbolises motherhood, new birth, the springing forth of seeds and, in the recent past, some would bless (even) agricultural tools on that day. It’s spring (or nearly, so), after all.
Brigid was known for her hospitality. For the weary traveller no expense was spared by her.
Yes, you know I like stories, and here’s another about Brigid that I saw a few years ago.
On one occasion, going about her day, she came across some very tired, hungry and thirsty lepers. The plight of those dear people had already touched Brigid’s heart, and she made them as comfortable as she could. She ensured that they had had some food, but were thirsty.
One of those near to Brigid came to her and broke the bad news news: there was no beer for those thirsty lepers.
Brigid was deeply concerned, and it is said, immediately sprung into action. At the back of some nearby buildings she found an old bath, full of dirty bath water. She put her hand into the bathwater and blessed it. As the attendant drew off pints from that bath they found that it had changed! No longer dirty bath water, but the finest, freshest and coolest beer you could ever imagine, which was served to all.
The lepers and others were delighted, and had more than enough to drink, and there was plenty of beer left over.
You will have to forgive me – flippant only for a moment or two – but isn’t Brigid the kind of person you would like at all your parties?
I know sceptics may ridicule the bathwater-into-beer story, but there are some deep and profound truths ‘buried’ in it, if we take time to discover them. The need to be hospitable, and the joy in being so. The fact that we live in a world of abundance. The ‘power’ that one person has. That we use in a world of surprises; the Universe (God, the Elements, The Source of All) is friendly. The power in a blessing etc. All wonderful truths that are ‘unpacked’ in this unusual and delightful story about dear Brigid.
‘Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems’. Rainer Maria Rilke
Spring is close. However, you view Brigid, it may be good to give thanks for her example, for this season of rest, to look forward to the coming season of spring and the springing forth of plants etc, for growth, and perhaps to light a candle. Fire, however, you view dear Brigid, is a worthy symbol of her, and the lighting of a candle on her day a notable action to do.
Yes, it’s that time again. The circle, the wheel of the Earth continues to turn, and nature’s cycle ushers us, once again, into spring. It’s time to celebrate. Here’s some ideas of how to celebrate the event with a meal, ritual and words (liturgy). Really celebrate! A few years ago, this is what I wrote.
Event: Imbolc (favoured pronunciation ‘ih-mulk’), Brigid’s Day, Candlemas Date: 1 or 2 February Thought: ‘It’s the start of spring. Let’s celebrate’ Incense: Rosemary, Frankincense, Myrrh, Cinnamon Decorations: Corn Dolly, Spring Flowers, St Brigid’s Cross, Candles Colours: White, Orange, Red
Imbolc was traditionally a time of weather divination, and the old tradition of watching to see if serpents or badgers came out from their winter dens may, it is said by some.
For others, this time of the year is known, to me, as Brigid’s Day (who is known as a healer, a saint or goddess by some, whose example to us today is one of unbridled hospitality and more), or Candlemas, a time of rededication and purity, and the lighting of candles. Nevertheless, however you regard it, it is the first day of spring, and time to celebrate.
Meal And because it’s a celebration, what follows are a few ideas of things you can incorporate into you main meal of the day (or other meals, as you feel appropriate).
You might like to do the whole meal as an Imbolc or Spring celebration, or just one part of it. I’d suggest the latter, especially if this is the first time you specifically celebrate the event, and in any case, it’s usually the small things that are most significant. It doesn’t have to be an elaborate, expensive spread, after all it’s intentionality that is important.
On a number of occasions I’ve had a normal meal, and ‘focused’ on part of the meal to celebrate the event, and bought a special bread for after the meal. A remembrance of bread being a staple food, the Bread of life.
So, try something different, experiment by adding something to your main meal, say, that you may not usually buy.
Meal Preparation Whether it’s a meal for yourself or a few others, too, preparation can be fun, meaningful and easy to accomplish. If you’re not usually into formality or table lay-out I’d suggest having just one or two additional elements.
Candles! I love candles, and I’d suggest the simpler the candle setting, the better. One candle, lit, on a table looks great. Go for ‘minimalist’ approach if you wish – it can, in many circumstances, make it even more meaningful.
Because the sun would still be low in the sky and light in the evening would be dim, and because early Romans believed candlelight would scare away evil, and because Jesus is the light of the world, candles were specifically used (for all or some of those reasons) at this time – hence in many churches they celebrate this time as Candlemas.
Later, as you gaze upon that lit candle, remember, the sun rising higher in the sky and Spring returning, new life, a ‘chasing away’ of the dark and light dawning, and ponder on growth, good things, and hope. Give thanks to the Source of All.
Nature on display! I really like those displays that contain berries and fir cones etc and they look great as a table display. Or, hwo about a small bunch of inexpensive spring flowers! Both can look great, and act as a great reminder of gratitude to the earth, to nature.
For this event, celebrate with foods that honour the earth, hearth and home, such as milk products vegetables, bread etc, and these are incorporated in the suggestions below.
Breakfast: Imbolc is about milk – think of baby ewes being born and their mother’s milk flowing to nurture them. It’s a time of fertility, new life. So, why not try something different, milk-wise to pour over your breakfast cereal
Whether you eat this meal focussing on Imbolc, or Candlemas, or with Brigid in mind, whether you eat it by yourself or with others, it’s a great way of remembering the bounty of the earth, all those that have been involved in bringing it to your table, and ofcourse it’s a great time of expressing gratitude to the Giver of All. Take time to ponder.
Words & Ritual Throughout the meal, maybe between courses, or at the beginning and at the end, it’s good to pause, to give thanks. As you light the candle or gaze upon the lit candle, some may like to recite a poem or prayer at certain times. Here’s some words that you might like to use or ponder upon:
O most noble Greenness, rooted in the sun, shining forth in streaming splendour upon the wheel of Earth. No earthly sense or being can comprehend you. You are encircled by the very arms of Divine mysteries. You are radiant like the red of dawn! You glow like the incandescence of the sun!
Hildegard von Bingen English version by Jerry Dybdal and Matthew Fox
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
Song of Solomon 2:11-12 The Book
Praise to you, Oh Caring one, nurturing, generous and milky kind, yet defiant as the snowdrop in a cold climate, feisty, pure and natural with your white singular unbroken focus, Maid-Mother to us all, praise to you.
Tess Ward, The Celtic Wheel Of The Year
Finally Do plan a great event, enjoy it, and take your time. We all rush around far too much, and here’s an opportunity to slow down and appreciate the simple, natural things in life as we yet again mark the season’s change, and give thanks.
Wishing you and blessing to you at this time of Imbolc, Spring, Brigid’s Day and Candlemas is yours.
Each one of us love the changing moon – some like the new moon which cannot be seen on the dark’s night sky (and then a small sliver, a small crescent can be seen just a night or two later). For some it could be the first and last quarter, or the waxing or waning that changes with the moon, but for me, I love the full moon.
The full moon, for me, shows its moon-shadow, or it’s smiling of the moon’s face, or it as a huge orb of white that can show us of its splendour, and also, then, it shows it as a time as a special ‘full’ event, and can be used in ritual or liturgy. I love it.
And, yes, the next full moon takes place on 28 January, on evening or night in the UK (or other a northern countries) in the constellation of Gemini, the twins! This time the moon appears below the star Pollux. And then Pollux is followed by Castor. The three follow are in a line, and each appears equidistant to each other, that day.
Day surprises me and night scares me
haunts me and winter follows me
An animal walking on the snow has placed
Its paws in the sand or in the mud
Its paws have traveled
From further afar than my own steps…
This full moon is known in various times as: the Wolf moon (or sometimes as the snow wolf) for those of Medieval English times or some of those in the Northern America, today, after the howling of hungry wolves. But what ever you call it no one can but be of wonder of the packs of wolves who work through these lean and snowy times. Chinese people call this moon as the Holiday moon.
And some by the Celtic or Druid tribes call it the Quiet moon. Whatever you call it, do make it an important event for this full moon. For me, as a Druid-Christian (or Christic-Druid) I prefer it as the Quiet moon.
As a poem or as part of liturgy for the full moon, here is something that I penned a few years ago.
Arianrhod in all her splendour, moves by an invisible hand
and wanders companionless, like a silver wheel in the sky. She ascends.
This full moon’s lucid beam dominates the now darkened canopy, and
there, in her smiling face, we find sweet, unbridled understanding.
Her ‘lesser light’ moves across the sky above the city, grey.
Oh, robed in splendour, her surge of silver-light fills every window pane
and skips across rooftops, trees, streams, fairy fires, and silent railway,
and falls unbeknown on those who sleep now, and refreshment regain.
Arianrhod, spill your beauty on a thousand Earthly races,
on happy flowers that bloom in a myriad of hues,
on laughing, smiling, sad and all up-looked faces,
who, in wilding spaces, drink your wine of sweet, bless’d fallen dew.
A gracious infilling.
And paled now is her light,
as onward she moves lower in the sky. For the sun, opportune.
But, for now, dear Arianrhod reigns with love. She is mistress of the night.
A timely witness sent by the Truth who is beyond the Moon.
A glorious remembrance.
Whatever you call this full moon do something special that evening. You might want to use a poem or liturgy/ritual as you view the full moon, you might want a small glass of wine. You might use a candle to celebrate the evening. Whatever you do, do something simple to make make it a special evening.
[Apologies if some of my wording of this article is a bit erratic. My speech is getting better, but there is still some time needed.]
The Ceremony Of The Night Of The Long Shadows To honour our ancestors at this time of Samhain
Friday, 30 October 2020 at 8pm (UK Time) Online Live-streaming via Tadhg’s FaceBook
For this ceremony you may need:
Three candles (though one may suffice)
One or more photographs of loved ones who have passed-on
Bowl of water
You might wish to use several photographs of many loved ones, or one photograph of one or two family-members that have passed-on, as representatives of all your ancestors. If taking such photographs to a physical ceremony do ensure you take only copies of the photograph/s to the ceremony, and not the original photographs. If participating at the ceremony at home, so display any photographs, safely.
The beginning/opening and closing/ending of this ceremony follows the usual style. The middle section is ‘the Work’, below, is especially about the honouring of ancestors, as it is Samhain.
This ceremony is will be broadcasted on Friday, 30 October 2020, at 8pm UK time, via livestream, Tadhg’s Facebook. Do check his facebook beforehand as it might be necessary for you to initiate a friends-link to view it, His link is at: https://www.facebook.com/tadhgjonathan.gardner
The Purpose Today we honour of ancestors at this time of Samhain. This is not to worship them, but to respect and honour them, and to remember them, too.
You might have one or two people in mind, today, who have passed on, recent ancestors; or you might have have ancestors from far back that you want to honour them by name or in general; in addition I would encourage you to also honour all ancestors of all times and space, who are the family of humankind in that realm and who are connected to us, and vice versa.
And so we will use this time to look back at that tree of life, to look at us, and to look ahead of those who are yet to come, who at one time, in the future, we also look back at us.
This ceremony may stir our emotions as we think of those whom we miss, but it is also about giving thanks for the life of our ancestors, those who are now in Bliss, and it is also about consoling each other and lifting each other up. Life continues in a different form.
And, so let us honour of our ancestors.
On Rising The Source of All is Spirit, and those who worship the Source of All must worship in spirit and in truth. (John 4:24, The Book, paraphrase)
Calling The Quarters Calling the Quarters, as we turn in sequence to face the four cardinal compass points, helps us to become fully present so we can deeply connect to the world around us, and create safe and sacred space for us all.
Facing East Guardian of the East, Oh Ancient One of the air, we call upon the Spirit to be with us today. Come charge this circle with the power of the wind. All: We welcome you.
Facing South Guardian of the South, Oh Ancient One of the fire, we call upon the Spirit to be with us today. Come charge this circle with the power of the flame All: We welcome you.
Facing West Guardian of the West, Oh Ancient One of the waters, we call upon the Spirit to be with us today. Come charge this circle with the power of the tides. All: We welcome you.
Facing North Guardian of the North, Oh Ancient One of the earth, we call upon the Spirit to be with us today. Come charge this circle with the power of the land. All: We welcome you
From the centre, perhaps adopting the orans posture Guardian of all, Oh Ancient of Days, we call upon the Spirit to be with us today. Come charge this circle with your power. All: We welcome you.
Call For Peace The call for peace is an affirmation that there is peace amongst us, now; and that peace is offered to the world though not all embrace this, today, but one day will do so.
Is there peace in the East? All: There is peace in the East.
Is there peace in the South? All: There is peace in the South.
Is there peace in the West? All: There is peace in the West.
Is there peace in the North? All: There is peace in the North.
Throughout the entire land there is peace.
THE WORK: SPECIFCIALLY FOR SAMHAIN
It is said that if each generation is measured at about twenty-five years, and we have an idea in our mind of a five hundred span of time, then each of us has over two million ancestors. In thinking of our immediate ancestors or our family ancestors, do also think of the way that each one of us is connected to the global family of humankind.
The Three Form Honouring We look back, and remember and honour those who have gone before us. That is, those of our generation or the previous generations. We look at the love and actions that many ancestors made to bring us to this time and maturity, and we are indebted to them.
For some we might remember good things and send love, and yet for some we might remember those who have passed on but who were unkindly to us and others. Let us be honest in remembering our ancestors in Bliss.
And so, let us remember all our ancestors, too.
We remember and honour them. All: We remember and honour them.
[If you have one or more candles, do light one (or the only) candle here to remember and honour our ancestors. If you don’t have a candle, don’t worry, as I’ll light candle(s) vicariously, for you. We will also pause and meditation at this time.]
In the flow and ebb of life, we too stand in the tree of life. From our viewport we look back to those who have passed on. And, yet we look upward and ahead of those who are yet to come. Could it be that those future generations are looking back to us, and will, because of our love and action today, will honour you and I?
We remind and honour each other. All: We remind and honour each other.
[If you have two or more candles, do light the second candle here to remind ourselves or honour each other. If you don’t have a candle, don’t worry, as I’ll light candle(s) vicariously, for you. We will also pause and meditation at this time.]
We have looked back in honouring our ancestors, reminded each other of our part in that tree of life, but also look ahead for future generations. With expectation and love we send well-wishes to those who are yet to be born, even as they may be looking back from their viewpoint. We send love and well-wishes to those yet to come.
We think ahead and send love to those yet to come. All: We think ahead and send love to those yet to come.
[If you have a third candle, do light the third candle here to think ahead of those yet to come. If you don’t have a candle, don’t worry, as I’ll light candle(s) vicariously, for you. We will also pause and meditation at this time.]
“The sacrifice our ancestors gave yesterday Gave us today and our tomorrow” (Stephen Robert Kuta)
“My ancestors offer me bliss, love, and light. I gratefully receive that which is for my highest good…” (Amy Leigh Mercree)
Remembering Our Ancestors In A Spiritual Exercise Of Writing [If you have tissue paper and a pencil you might like to write a few happy memories to one or two ancestors on the tissue paper, or you might like to write a few lines as if writing a letter to some one or two that have passed on.
Or, you might like to write names on the paper.
Once you have done that, then pause for a moment as you meditate, and then put the paper in the bowl of water to dissolve the paper.
If you don’t have paper or pencil, you can use this time to think, in your mind, what you would write on the paper, and imagine using that bowl of water to dissolve that paper.
Music will be played, now, for about two minutes or three minutes, as you do this.}
Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders [us]…And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. (Hebrews 12:1 part)
“You are the fairy tale told by your ancestors.” (Toba Beta)
“You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.” (Khalil Gibran)
As we close, we remember that Samhain is a time of liminality, a place of a special threshold; it is a ‘thin place’, a sacred time where we draw near to our ancestors. And yet, they are never far from us, and they live, forever, in Bliss.
This time is a reminder for all of us, that the Friend, the Universe, God, is embracing all who have gone before us, who is embracing us today, and who will embrace all of those who have yet to come.
“I am as sure as I live that nothing is so near to me as God. God is nearer to me that I am to myself; my existence depends on the nearness and the presence of God.” (Meister Eckhart)
Closing The Quarters Facing East Guardian of the East, Oh Ancient One of the air, we thank you for your presence with us today. All: We thank you.
Facing South Guardian of the South, Oh Ancient One of the fire, we thank you for your presence with us today. All: We thank you.
Facing West Guardian of the West, Oh Ancient One of the waters, we thank you for your presence with us today. All: We thank you.
Facing North Guardian of the North, Oh Ancient One of the earth, we thank you for your presence with us today.. All: We thank you.
From the centre, perhaps adopting the orans posture Guardian of all, Oh Ancient of Days, we thank you for your presence with us today.. All: We thank you.
Final Blessings We bless our ancestors, in Bliss, embraced by the Friend. We bless each other, our global family of humankind, secured by the Friend. We bless those yet to come who are known only to the Friend. And, We bless the Friend, the Universe, God who is always with us. Bless you each.
Samhain (pronounced ‘so-uhn’) is a wonderful festival ‘oozing’ with ancient Gaelic tradition and ‘magic’. Something you can participate in, wherever you are. It marks the end of the third harvest and the end of autumn, and it marks the advance of the season of winter. It is the start of the dark period, winter and the underworld, when our thoughts go to those whom we love who have passed-on.
‘Sometimes the veil between this life and the life beyond becomes very thin. Our loved ones who have passed on are not far from us.’ (Ezra Taft Benson)
It’s when, in rural communities, surplus cattle were culled, and their meat stored for the depths of winter.
It starts on the evening, at dusk, on Saturday, 31 October, but don’t forget that we’ll have a Facebook live-streaming event, a ceremony to celebrate the event, called Them Night Of Long Shadows, to honour the ancestors. More details about this will follow in a few days.
But, here’s some suggestions to whet your appetite, and to start thinking of Samhain. Samhain is a cross quarter day, indeed it’s the first of the year as it starts the Druid and ancient Celtic new year. It is a moon festival (as opposed to sun festivals, such as the solstices and equinoxes when time is measured by the sun’s elevation etc)
Winter advances: ‘ Since ancient times this time was seen as a feast of the dead, and the modern idea of Hallow’een ‘sits alongside’ it. Hallowe’en? The name comes from ‘all hallows eve’. When Christianity arrived in Celtic countries, and the church discouraged fortune-telling, and magic etc, a day of celebration of all the Saints of the Church was instituted on 1 November.
The wind is full of a thousand voices They pass by the bridge and me.’ (Loreena McKennitt, ‘All Souls Night’)
Many of our hallowe’en traditions, such as bobbing for apples which were originally part of the foretelling of the future, and the baking cakes containing “lucky tokens” also originated at this time, and survive to this day. In addition, and an import from America, it is a time for children (or all ages) to visit door-to-door dressed as something with a ‘deathly’ theme to it, to ‘trick or treat’.
A time to take stock Samhain, then, was a time when farmers would take stock of their animals – which would live, and which would be killed, and a time to finally gather in (any) residual harvest; a time when local and tradition rituals would be enacted eg bonfires, and embers of these would be taken home as a form of protection; young men would run around the villages boundary with torches, again, for the villagers’ protection, as that night, many believed that the veil between this world and the world of the dead was ‘thin’, and something might (or did) come through for a while. It’s a time for the imagination to run riot, and for stories to be told.
‘Somewhere in a hidden memory Images float before my eyes’. (Loreena McKennitt, ‘All Souls Night’)
Whether you believe this factually, ‘romantically’ or not at all, the stories of that night, retold around a bonfire, perhaps, intrigued men and women, and (no doubt) frightened (hopefully in a ‘nice’ sense) many a child. Even today, the tv ‘lights up’, innocently, with many horror movies at this time of year to keep adults ‘mesmerised’. It is a ‘thin place’, this time.
Taking stock? A ‘thinning’ of the veil between here and the other, ensures that this night, the evening of 31 October, is a feast, a celebration, a time of deep thought, a reflecting of the life of those that have gone before us.
Even in its simplest form – depending on your theology – it is a time to think about the ancestors, how they contributed to make us the person/people we are today, and to give thanks. A time to remember the ancestors in different, honouring ways. For me, reflection, thinking about the ancestors and the giving of gratitude to the Source of All predominates at this time.
Do something Others will indulge in ritual, and though each may have a different way to acknowledge this feast, I enjoy the variety, enthusiasm and intentionality that my Christian, Celtic Christian, co-Druids, Wiccan and other friends put into this festival. I have my own way, my own ritual to mark this time, and it may be that you do, too.
My advice to you is: Do it! Be honest to yourself, be sincere and intentional, be joyful about it, but in some way (large of small, complicated or simple) observe the time, and make it something good, and wholesome, and memorable.
Enjoy the feast A bonfire might be out of the question, but how about lighting a candle, at least for 10-20 minutes and thinking of your ancestors in a joyful and honouring way? They’re home. You might now be able to run around then edge of a village, but how about an evening walk, a silent walk of gratitude? Elementals? Here’s your opportunity to find our more about them – an evening when their activity is said to increase – and you can find a lot about them on the internet, but don’t make it only ‘book-learning’. Why not go for a county walk, or a walk in the park, or alongside a riverbank, and meditate in some way, to ‘day dream’ and reflect? And, then perhaps, later, treat yourself to a meal, a glass of wine, a warm coffee as you gaze at the cold night sky, and yes, even watch a good, scary movie?
Ofcourse, you might like a ritual of some sort or recite relevant poetry, or sing a song, and here’s a poem/song I penned some time ago. If you join the Facebook live-streaming event you might even hear me sing it.
The Circle is turning, autumn becomes winter.
The Circle is turning, autumn becomes winter.
The Circle is turning, autumn becomes winter. And nature sleeps, as the darkness falls.
The trees, they slumber. Deep roots are dreaming.
The trees, they slumber. Deep roots are dreaming.
The trees, they slumber. Deep roots are dreaming. I’m listening to the winter’s sacred rest.
The snow is falling, the earth is bless-éd.
The snow is falling, the earth is bless-éd.
The snow is falling, the earth is bless-éd. The hope of spring, ye-et to come.
The Circle is turning, (and) autumn becomes winter.
The Circle is turning, (and) autumn becomes winter.
The Circle is turning, (and) autumn becomes winter. And nature sleeps, as the darkness falls.
If you’re ‘brave’ enough to sing it, there’s a delightful melody (the tune of Fear a Bhata (The Boatman), a traditional Gaelic piece of music to accompany you)), but if you want to hear me sing it, just join me for that Live-streaming Night of Long Shadows Ceremony – details soon.
Or, you might like to read (and recite) Rabbie Burns’ poem ‘Hallowe’en’, part of which is:
Upon that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly coursers prance; Or for Colean the rout is ta’en, Beneath the moon’s pale beams; There, up the Cove, to stray an’ rove, Amang the rocks and streams To sport that night;
And, finally, you might like to recite the following traditional Scottish prayer:
From ghoulies and ghosties And long-leggedy beasties And things that go bump in the night, Good Lord, deliver us
However you celebrate it, do make it something spectacular and memorable. More about Samhain will appear here, as we think about The Long Of Night Shadows event, denials how to view it, and to print out a liturgy if you wish to participate.
PET AND ANIMAL BLESSING RITUAL, AND PET NAMING CEREMONY: FRIDAY, 2 OCTOBER 2020AT 8PM UK TIME LITURGY
Here’s your invitation. It will soon be the feast of Francis of Assisi (4 October) a man who loved animals and nature in all its wonder; and here’s an invitation for you, as one who cherishes nature, to join our Facebook live-streaming event – a liturgical, inclusive, global, loving nature-centred, Universe-affirming ritual.
Here is an outline of the main (liturgical, ‘wordy’) part, ‘the Work’ of the pet and animal blessing ritual that will happen at 8pm UK time, this Friday, live-streaming on my Facebook page – if you haven’t viewed that live-streaming page of mine before, please visit that page (as I think you need to initiate a friend link, first time) to view, if you haven’t already done so. That page is: https://www.facebook.com/tadhgjonathan.gardner
So, the liturgical words, below, might be assist you participate, so do please print them beforehand.
You are invited to view and/or participate, and so I hope to see you there!
Introduction :The purpose of our ritual this evening is to meet together as one global family to think of pets and animals, to cherish them, and offer gratitude to the Creator of Pets and animals and wild nature in all its splendour.
It seems appropriate to do this today as on 4 October, a few days time, it is the feast day of Francis of Assisi, who loved animals and nature in all its abundance.
Tonight, then we will offer gratitude to the Creator of All for our pets and animals, we will bless our pets, we will think of pets and animals in any kind of need, we will give thanks to departed pets, and we are privileged to also take part in a naming pet ceremony, too.
So, welcome, one and all, whenever you are, to our global family, to this pet and animal blessing ritual, tonight.
(The rest of the opening part of the ritual will follow previous rituals, and until a new, updated overall liturgy is printed, I’d like to guide you through that at the event with plenty of explanations of what is to happen, and so that won’t be added here.
However, the main part of the ritual, ‘the Work’, is the pet and animal blessing section is outlined below for you to print out, beforehand, if you wish to follow the ritual more closer. And, this is recommended. As with all rituals etc it might be good to have a candle and matches to hand.
For those of you that have sent in pet names (live or deceased) you might check through the appropriate section below to ensure I’ve got pet names spelled right. If you want to add pet names for blessings, I can still add until, say, four hours before the ritual – sending photos and pet names to my email address above.)
Here, then, is the main part, the significant part of the pet and animal blessing ritual.
GRATITUDE TO THE CREATOR OF ALL
Universe, Creator of All, manifold are your marvellous works. In great wisdom you have made them all; The earth is full of splendid creatures. When you open your hand They are filled with good things. When you cover your face They are distraught; When you take away their breath They wither and return… When you send forth your life-giving Spirit They are created; And you renew the face of the ground. Nothing is lost In the cycle of endless life.
(Based on Psalm 104: 24&28-30)
Maker of pets, and wild animals, of all that lives All creature praise you in their own fashion.
The sun setting on the horizon , Flying birds soar heavenward;
The roar of wild bears, And the frantic behaviour of small fish;
The soft purring of the cat, And the wide-eyed hungry tiger;
The swift cheetah, And the alert rabbit and hare;
The lapping of the loyal dog, The graceful decent of the pigeon dove;
And others, praise you in their own fashion.
God of a thousand wild animals, Who hears the music of the creatures. Resound throughout space and time, All creation praises you for life.
What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand or stare. No time to stand beneath the boughs And stand as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full of stars, like skies at night. No time to turn in Beauty’s glance, And watch her feet, how they dance. No time to wait till her mouth can Enrich that smile her eyes began. A poor life this if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.
(William Henry Davies)
May we stand and stare in gratitude, in nature in all its wildness, To the Maker of All; and in silence, be thankful.
BLESSING OF OUR PETS LIVING WITH US
As each pet is named by me I will say, after, ‘Bless you [pet’s name] and your human companion, and both of you enjoy your company even more’. You might like to say the words, ‘Bless you’ to your pet at the same time. If you can touch the pet as each is blessed by me, that’s good, but visualising the pet in your mind’s eye is sufficient.
Bless you [pet’s name] and your human companion, and may both of you enjoy your company even more’.
And I will say after each of the following:
Angus (dog) Dugie (cat)
Cocoa (cat) Nichols (cat) Mui Mui (cat) Eve (dog) Clover (dog)
Mr Patch (dog)
Jacques Cousteau (dog) Luna (dog) Piper (dog) Simba (cat) Nala (cat)
Lugh Kalen (dog) Layla (cat)
Daisy (dog) Blu (dog) Phoebe (cat)
(Other names may be added until a few hours before the ritual, though they might not appear here, but they will be noted and included).
BLESSING OF OUR PETS PASSED ON
As each pet that has passed on is named by me I will say, after, ‘Bless you [pet’s name] and the love you brought to your human companion. You live on our memories’. You might like to say the words, ‘Bless you’ to your passed on pet at the same time, and visualise the pet in your mind’s eye.
‘Bless you [pet’s name] and the love you brought to your human companion. You live on in our memories’.
(Other names may be added until a few hours before the ritual, though they might not appear here, but they will be noted and included).
THINKING OF PETS AND ANIMALS IN NEED
May the healing power of Life itself Reach across the universe To all sentient life forms, Especially, but not only, to those who are endangered species, Or who are sick and suffering.
(There May be a few minutes for creative visualisation / meditation / music at this moment).
PET NAMING CEREMONY
Nancy has agreed for this to be part of our pet and animal ritual live-streaming event tonight, rather than this to be a one to one event live-streaming or an at-home ceremony for her and her new pet.
And so , tonight as you look on at home, do uphold Nancy and her new pet dog in your well-wishes as I conduct, now a brief, pet naming ritual.
Aware of our kinship with all creatures, and the responsibility placed on us for our pets, we turn to Nancy.
[Person’s name], do you have a name for your new, companion pet [dog, cat etc].
Person: I do.
What is his/her name to be?
Person: His/Her name is to be [pet’s name]
Okay, Nancy as you’re some distance from me and we’re doing this by live-streaming, I’d invite you to touch Oscar’s head, and as you do that I will say to your new companion…
I name you, Oscar
[Person’s name], Will you care for Oscar, and love and protect him, in good times and bad, as long as he lives?
Person: I will.
[Person’s name], I bless you with an abundance of good things in life as you share life with your companion [pet animal, name].
And, [pet’s name], I bless you with an abundance of good things in life as you share your life with [person’s name].
We give thanks for our dear pets who live alongside us as both companions and friends; for their loyalty, for their love, and for their trust which enrich our lives and give us joy.
And now, to all assembled here, or rather viewing as this is a live-streaming event at home, may we all send light and peace, love and well-wishes to Nancy and Oscar, by saying ‘so be it”, ‘yes’ or ‘amen’, or any word or phrase that you are comfortably with, now. Amen.
Bless both [person’s name] and [pet’s name].
(Now, we come to the ending of the ritual, as with the opening part, I’ll guide you through this at the actual event.
Meanwhile, do take care, and remember, you are most welcome at the pet and animal blessing ritual)
The Om Mantra, also sometimes spelled Ohm or Aum is considered the sound that created the universe in Hindu and Buddhist mythologies. In the Book of Genesis all that was created was created with a few words; and the Logos is the Principle that formed everything and continues to keeps in active, is known as the Word. The aborigines of Australia speak of song-lines, the song-paths which were sung by their primordial ancestor-spirits who walked across the landscape, singing its land-forms into being. For aborigines, even today, those songs are ongoing and need to keep being sung to ensure ongoing maintenance of the environment.
On a Detroit evening, from her apartment on the tenth floor, she lit the candle and said a few words. Tongue-tied, the words came out as a jumble, but she knew what she meant to say, and Angels, whose interest had piqued by this short liturgy, drew ever closer unbeknown by her, and their smile radiated in the spiritual realm.
In his house on the suburbs of Canberra, he walked around the room three times carrying a candle, walking deosil (pronounced ‘joss-all’, and meaning, clockwise, sunward) as a blessing. As he did that and uttered one word, ‘Peace’. And as he did, so did the spirits of the place, the genii locorum, assembled and gazed in awe at this saining (a Scottish inspired version of a blessing invoking protection, similar to ‘smudging’), and graced the area.
And scientists, and ancient and latter-day mystics talk of the sound within all matter, of vibrations at the cellular and atomic level, that keeps all matter together and gives each part of intrinsic uniqueness.
A group of druids gathered on a windswept hill in north Wales, barely sheltered by old oak trees, invited the ancestors and goodly spirits, and recited an elaborate liturgy, and unbeknownst to them a myriad of entities, almost as old as the earth, came closer, surprised at the confidence and power of that group.
It is said the words have power, and rightly so. Within humankind we can choose to exercise words as positive tools to encourage and build up others, to assent to small and lofty projects, and with a two words a couple can consent to marriage. Or, we can choose to utter negative words to end projects, to humiliate others, and end friendships and relationships, and dishearten someone so much so that they slink away crestfallen. It is for that reason that Thich Nhat Hahn recommend we only use ‘loving speech’, to each other’s and to all creation.
A group of children were playing between two trees, imagining that the arched trees were portals to another planet or dimension. And, as they jumped between the trees they would gleefully shout out ‘abracadabra’. As they did, so benevolent elementals from afar strained to hear their laughter, and blessed the children having fun.
The Druids and ancient Celts, in a less hurried world and who realised the non-separation of the Here and the Other would have had a better idea of the power of words, something that we are only re-discovering.
In ‘The Tibetan Book Of The Dead’, that in that in-between state of life and death, the bardo plane, we are each thought to review our life, and are cleansed. Many suggest that the two phrases often heard there are, ‘I love you’ and I forgive you’, and though the wayfarer may think that days have elapsed, rather, only a few minutes has past. So, profound is the significance and power of those two phrases.
You know I love liturgy, and at any event I can, would encourage you to join in with me. There may be a ritual, an action to do, but words… oh words to recite meaningfully, and when we do these things I do believe the Universe delights in us.
At the end of her liturgy, in her Detroit apartment, she wondered in her confusion of a few uttered words would render the ceremony ineffective. She need not have worried. Those Angels observed silently, and smiled approvingly. It was intention that was all-important.
Our words are powerful and effective, but it is the meaning behind that matters most. If we are worried about getting a bit tongue-tied and how that may effect our ritual, then we’ve ‘lowered’ our efforts to something like a Harry Potter spell, if that were possible, and missed the point.
As the sun set of that house in the Canberra suburb, the man wondered if such a simple liturgy – of just one word – was enough. If he could have peeked into the invisible realm he would have seen the spirits of the place retiring having marvelled at his actions and powerful word.
The power is not in quantity of words uttered. And, if faith is important, it is the One Behind It All whose faith in us, which is all-important.
And as two Druids drove home from north Wales they talked and reminisced about the wonderful ceremony, but each realised that simple or elaborate, what was most meaningful was that each had done his or her part, and those silent, invisible ancient entities approved.
And what of those children playing in that make-belief portal to another world? They all grew up, for that playfulness took place some fifty-five years ago.
One of those children now grown up, sat in front of his iPad and typed these words, ‘Even in innocence, in the playful games of children words are powerful. Little did those children realise, but this one now knows, that perhaps their ‘magical’ word to usher them into another planet or realm may have been more powerful than they could have expected.
‘Abracadabra’ rather than sounding like a nonsensical word to some, is a word of energy. It comes from the Aramaic (the language Jesus spoke), and ‘abraq ad habra’ means ‘I create as an speak’. Even in our innocence, my friends and I, invoked the power of the Universe and it joined in our childlike games and blessed us. Such is the benevolence of Creator And Sustainer Of All Things.
In all that we do, with solo ceremonies or together, do take to heart the words and rituals that we do. Ofcourse, take them seriously, plan well, but enjoy them, and never ensure that our words and actions at those times lose their innocence. Never recite by rote. It is better to keep it simple if needed, powerfully succinct, but if it need to be longer, never to ensure that we forget that we are ‘dancing’ with the Unseen who approves greatly.
Did these behind-the-scenes actually happen or were they the product of a fertile imagination? Who knows? I would like to think they happened, and that they illustrate a truth about our status and intentions about words. I would like to suggest that the spiritual realm is deeper and wider that we have hitherto imagined. And, that we are being invited to co-operate in having an effect in profound and yet invisible ways. One thing I do know, is that…
…words are powerful, and that the benevolent Universe is listening and inviting us to draw closer, in love.
There are stories from antiquity that are still, oh so very relevant to us, and speak to us across the great distances of time. Here’s one from the time of ancient Celts and Druids, that tells of the way the Universe can benevolently ‘nudge’ circumstances in our favour, as it did for one young man.
Do bear in mind that to the ancient Celts and Druids the Hazel tree mentioned in this story was/is associated with ultimate wisdom.
The story goes, that:
…a young boy called Fionn, after his father died, was brought by his mother to a poet named Finnegas to be tutored and learn all he could, so that young Fionn could eventually join a group of well-renowned Irish warriors.
But, in order to join that mighty band of warriors, a man needed to have great wisdom and, yes, a knowledge of poetry. Finnegas the poet taught Fionn all he knew, and Fionn grew to be a fine young man.
Finnegas often talked wistfully about the myth of the salmon of knowledge. The salmon of knowledge was a fish that swam through the rivers of Ireland and nibbled at hazelnuts that dropped into the river (hence the ‘knowledge’ connection), but it was elusive, and so very difficult to catch. Anyone who caught it, however, and was first to eat that particular salmon would gain all the wisdom of the world.
Many months later as Fionn was studying, he heard Finnegas calling him frantically from outside. Running to the river, Fionn saw that the Finnegas had, indeed, caught the salmon of knowledge!
Finnegas the poet instructed the young man to cook the salmon, slowly, for him to eat later, but warned him not to taste the fish at all – Finnegas knew that this was the salmon of knowledge, and wanted that knowledge for himself, and not for the young man.
The young Fionn did as he was told and began cooking the fish over a crude fire. He watched it carefully so as not to burn it, and occasionally turned the fish, which was on a skewer, so it could be rotated and cooked evenly,
Some time later, Fionn saw that the fish was about to fall into the fire and ash. Immediately, reaching out, he grabbed the fish to push it back on the skewer, and in the process burned his thumb.
Without thinking, Fionn stuck his thumb in his mouth and sucked it to soothe the burn. Guess what? Several flakes of that salmon was ingested by Fionn.
When Finnegas the poet saw what Fionn had done, he grew very sad. Ultimate knowledge! He knew that he would never gain all the knowledge of the world that he desperately sought after, but, eventually, he grew to be happy at the thought that Fionn had gained that wisdom and he believed Fionn would be the greatest warrior the Fianna, that band of Irish warriors, had ever known.
And, indeed that was the case. Fionn grew to be leader of that mighty band of warriors, and became a great leader in Ireland.
And, that’s how Fionn obtained great nowledge, and is yet another example of how the Universe, the Great Spirit, the One Behind It All can so work things on our behalf, too. This was read at Tadhg’s Thought For The Day on Tuesday, 8 September 2020 at his live-streaming Facebook broadcast.
She walked, as she had done many times in the past into the Temple forecourts. The elderly, poor woman reached the point at the top of the staircase where she had to make an offering, and put in into the ornate plate. No one really saw her amble in, no one were aware her climb the stairs, slowly; no one was paying attention to her.
She furtively rummaged around in her purse, and found two coins. It was all she had. She took the money and put the two pence into the offertory plate, paused momentarily to say a quiet prayer, and moved to one side, almost invisibly.
A moment later there was a loud commotion as a rich man walked up the staircase. He was dressed in the finest suit, and wore the most expensive and opulent jewelry. He saw the offertory plate on the side and pulled out a fistful on money – probably about $500 or £500, and paused – his hand and the money ‘frozen’ over the offertory place, long enough for all to see his generosity of wealth. Minutes later, with his ego satiated he dropped the money and moved off, noisily.
The Universe stooped to take a better look. Both the elderly, poor woman and the rich young man were in the Universe’s single gaze.
‘A reward is due’, the Universe thought, and without any delay a golden, radiant, loving ray of light beamed from the Universe’s smiling countenance. downward. But, to whom? Who was the recipient?
Unbeknownst to the elderly, poor woman, the Universe blessed her with its golden light as she been humble and given all what she had, whereas the rich young man held back a lot, and displayed his works in public.
This was read at Tadhg’s Thought For The Day this morning at his live-streaming Facebook broadcast, but a few had asked for a printed version, and here it is. It is an ancient story that turns the world’s way of working on its head, and shows the Universe’s true ‘economy’ of love, and what is most important – a grateful and humble heart, connoting that small and intentional actions means the most.