HTW SUMMER SOLSTICE RITUAL 2008 & 2016 (CM)

Introduction to the ritual

If guests are present the Robin will say a few words of welcome and mention ritual etiquette. Roles for this ritual will be: the Robin and the Marion (acting high priest and priestess), the four officers of the quarters and the Oak King. Requirements are, a cauldron with a candle inside, a cauldron containing water, a wreath or crown of oak and a small branch of holly.

Introduction to the Sabbat (Kipling 1906)

 ‘See you the dimpled track that runs,

All hollow through the wheat?

O that was where they hauled the guns,

That smote King Philip’s fleet!

See you our little mill that clacks,

So busy by the brook?

She has ground her corn and paid her tax,

Ever since Domesday Book.

See you our stilly woods of oak,

And the dread ditch beside?

O that was where the Saxons broke,

On the day that Harold died!

See you the windy levels spread,

About the gates of Rye?

O that was where the Northmen fled,

When Alfred’s ships came by!

See you our pastures wide and lone,

Where the red oxen brouse?

O that was a City thronged and known,

Ere London boasted a house!

And see you, after rain, the trace,

Off mound and ditch and wall?

O that was a legions camping place,

When Caesar sailed from Gaul!

And see you marks that show and fade,

Like shadows on the Downs?

O they are the lines the Flint Men made,

To guard their wonderous towns!

Trackway and camp and city lost,

Salt Marsh where now is corn.

Old wars, old places, old arts that cease,

And so was England born!

She is not any common earth,

Water or wood or air.

But Merlin’s Isle of Gramarye,

Where you and I will fare.’

Casting of the circle (Kipling 1906, Griffith 2008)

‘We call Oak and Ash and Thorn,

To bless our circle drawn.

We call Oak and Ash and Thorn,

To guard our circle drawn.

Of all the trees that grow so fair,

Greater are none beneath the Sun,

Than Oak and Ash and Thorn.’

Blessing of the elements (Griffith 2005)

Light the incense, using wand, athame or hand bless and say the charm of blessed fire (Schulke 2005):

‘Leaf of burning bush I call, flame that bears the Angels voice upon the wind, by Sun and Moon and Heavens between I charge thee: burn all enemies to ash and perfume this House of Worship. With sword of Fire and Watchful Eyes, I raise this House in the Hedge of the Wise.’

One shall say the charm of the blessed salt (Schulke 2005 and optional if using seawater):

‘Dust of Sodom’s Apple I call, ye poisoned desert soot, by Sun and Moon and Heavens between I charge thee: gall the tongues of enemies all and fix ye fast this holy ground. With Salt of Earth and Wilful Guise, I raise this House in the Hedge of the Wise.’

One shall say the charm of the blessed water (Schulke 2005):

‘Waters of the Reed I call, thou well of silent deep, by Sun and Moon and Heavens between I charge thee: wash clean this place of enemies and flow as the Font of Life. By Dew-pool’s calm and wrathful Skies, I raise this House in the Hedge of the Wise.’

Three pinches of salt are then added to the water (if not using seawater) and the mixture is then sprinkled at each quarter starting in the east and proceeding deosil, saying at each quarter (Jones 1994): ‘With water and salt the symbol of our labour. I cleanse and bless this place in the name and power of the Goddess our Lady of the night.’

Carry the incense about the circle and say (Jones 1994): ‘I scent this circle with air and warm this circle with fire, in the name and power of the God our Lord of the Greenwood.’

One shall bless the anointing oil (Schulke 2005): ‘Powers of the Cross of Unction, by the Temple-Cedar and Tree of Anointing. I pour out the Blessing of the Father and the Mother, go forth in flesh as the Oil of Mercy.’

Each person will anoint the person to their left with a runic symbol while saying: ‘You have walked this path in spirit (and) now (you) do so in flesh.’ Please note that the words in brackets are optional.

For an Equinox or a Solstice the HTW use one version of the Sun rune:

Druid oath (Anon)

All link hands once more to say the Druid Oath: ‘We swear by love and peace to stand. Heart to heart and hand in hand. Mark O’ Spirit and hear us now. Confirming this our sacred vow.’

Hallowing the compass (Griffith 2008).

All turn to face east, salute the quarter and one person say:

‘Hail and welcome, ye spirits of air.

The breath of life and power to know,

It is in thy powers that we share,

And with thy blessing we shall grow.’

All: ‘Hail and welcome.’

All turn to face south, salute the quarter and one person say:

‘Hail and welcome, ye spirits of fire.

Of flesh and body, the power to will,

It is our spirits souring higher,

Towards a centre that is still.’

All: ‘Hail and welcome.’

All turn to face west, salute the quarter and one person say:

‘Hail and welcome, ye spirits of water.

The inner tides and the power to dare,

Shine upon us, Luna’s blessed daughter,

Guide our lives and our care.’

All: ‘Hail and welcome.’

All turn to face north, salute the quarter and one person say:

‘Hail and welcome, ye spirits of earth.

Of blood and bone, the power of silence,

Place of reflection and rebirth,

The past, the present and what is hence.’

All: ‘Hail and welcome.’

Elemental invocation (Cunningham 1988)

All present say in unison: ‘Air, Fire, Water, Earth, elements of astral birth, We call you now attend to us. In the circle rightly cast, safe from psychic curse or blast, we call you now attend to us. From cave and desert, sea and hill, by blade, wand, cup and pentacle, we call you now attend to us. This is our will so mote it be.’

Invocation of the Goddess and God as Fairy Queen and King

Robin invites the Queen of Fairy (Anon 17th cen.):

‘Come follow me, come follow me,

Your fairy elves that be;

And circle round this green,

Come follow me, your Queen.

Hand in hand let’s dance a round.

For this place is fairy ground.

Queen Mab, intoxicating faerie of light,

Come with us on this holy night.’

Marion invites the King of Fairy (Simon Steward 1635):

‘His belt was made of myrtle leaves,

Pleyted in small curious theaves,

Besett with amber cowslip studdes,

In which his bugle horne was hunge.

Made of the Babling Echoes tongue,

Which sett unto his moone-burnt lippes,

Hee windes and then his fairies skippes.

King Oberon, merry faerie of mirth,

Come with us on this rituals birth.’

Additional invocation (Shakespeare)

The Robin and Marion face each other while joining their right hands at approximately eye level and say together:

‘For thou art spirits of a different sort,

And with the mornings’ love have oft made sport.

And, like a forester, the groves may tread,

Even til the eastern gate, all fiery red.

Opening on Neptune, with fair blest beams,

Turns into yellow gold his salt green streams.’

Main focus

Solstice invitation: ‘We approach the time when daylight reigns. The Sun God rules strong in his manhood and the land is bathed in glory. Our Gods stand together and as one nurture our land. The grain ripens, the fruit swells, the earth is fertile and full. On this night as the solstice approaches, we ask the Lord and Lady to join us. Blessed be.’

All: ‘Blessed be. ‘

Sabbat prayer by R Beth: ‘Great lady and lord of the golden sun and golden days on earth and the heart’s fulfilment, I call upon you. Let all be blessed with a sense of beauty of this earth and all her creatures. Help us to celebrate love for one another and for all life. And help us also to put to flight forces that oppress love and deny justice. Make us strong in magic, make us like summer trees, make us like summer stars, make us like summer seas. In dedication to the vision of untamed peace, set us free.’

Marion or Robin will plunge the wand or their own athame into the cauldron of water and say: ‘The knife to the cup, the rod to the cauldron, the sun to the earth and the flesh to the spirit.’

The Marion or Robin will light the candle in the cauldron and say: ‘Lord of heaven and power of the sun, we invite your presence as lord of greatest light. now is the time of your glory and power. Place your shield between us and all power of darkness. Shoot forth your arrows of light to protect us and grant to us at this time green fields and good hunting. Give us orchards of fullness and wheat that has risen high. Show to us within the time of splendour a path to peace.’

A crown of oak leaves is placed upon the Oak King and one person will say: ‘Crowned is the Sun King giver of life. Let his light be strong. Let his warmth feed the earth. ‘

All: ‘Crowned is the Sun King giver of life.’

A single branch of holly is presented to the Oak King who then says: ‘Now is the time of the sun and I the Oak King reign at the height of my power and glory. Yet the wheel must turn and soon we will approach the time of the Holly King and the coming of winter.’

The two cauldrons should have been placed so that the ‘candle ‘ is near the altar and the ‘water ‘ is near the edge of the circle. Now all present may process deosil around the circle passing between the cauldrons. The Lady (water) cauldron on their left and the Lord (fire) cauldron on the right. People may anoint themselves with the holy water and pass their hands (right) over the fire cauldron.

As this takes place the Robin sings:

‘Hail fair Moon ruler of the night,

Guard me and mine until the light.

Hail fair Sun ruler of the day,

Rise on the morn to light our way.’

When this is done the Sabbat blessing by G Duff will be spoken by the Oak King: ‘The solstice is: sweet rain and green grass, hot sun and growing crops, birdsong and flowers, fertility and growth. The scent of herbs and the taste of strawberries. The swelling of fruits and the spreading of leaves, warmth and strength, passion and love. The fulfilment of wishes and the beginning of dreams. May your dreams come true this solstice, blessed be.’

The rite of communion

The chalice (Shakespeare): ‘Herein lies wisdom, beauty and increase, without this, folly, age and cold decay.’

The plate (Shakespeare): ‘From fairest creatures we desire increase; that thereby beauty’s rose might never die.’

Drink first, and as the cup is passed to the person to your left say: ‘May you never thirst.’

Take a biscuit and as the plate is passed to the person to your left say: ‘May you never hunger.’

(Time for talking stick).

Closing (Geddes-Ward A. Geddes Ward N. 2005)

Marion:

‘King of the Faerie, blest hast thy presence been,

May ye return to Elphame,

Until we meet again, blessed be.’

Robin:

‘Queen of the Faerie, blest hast thy presence been,

May ye return to Elphame,

Until we meet again, blessed be.’

Farewell to the compass (Griffith 2008)

All turn to face north, salute the quarter and one person say:

‘Hail and farewell, ye spirits of earth.

Of blood and bone, the power of silence,

Place of reflection and rebirth,

The past, the present and what is hence.’

All: ‘Hail and farewell.’

All turn to face west, salute the quarter and one person say:

‘Hail and farewell, ye spirits of water.

The inner tides and the power to dare,

Shine upon us, Luna’s blessed daughter,

Guide our lives and our care.

All: ‘Hail and farewell. ‘

All turn to face south, salute the quarter and one person say:

‘Hail and farewell, ye spirits of fire.

Of flesh and body, the power to will,

It is our spirits souring higher,

Towards a centre that is still.’

All: ‘Hail and farewell. ‘

All turn to face east, salute the quarter and one person say:

‘Hail and farewell, ye spirits of air.

The breath of life and power to know,

It is in thy powers that we share,

And with thy blessing we shall grow.’

All: ‘Hail and farewell. ‘

Hymn to Pan by John Fletcher (1919) to be spoken by the Oak King:

 ‘SING his praises that doth keep
Our flocks from harm,
Pan, the father of our sheep ;
And arm in arm
Tread we softly in a round,
Whilst the hollow neighbouring ground
Fills the music with her sound.

Pan, O great god Pan, to thee
Thus do we sing !
Thou who keepst us chaste and free
As the young spring :
Ever be thy honour spoke
From that place the morn is broke
To that place day doth unyoke! ‘

Closing #1 (Tolkein)

The Robin and Marion face each other while joining their right hands at approximately eye level and say together:

‘We will remember, we who dwell,

In this land beneath the trees,

The starlight on the Western Seas.’

Closing #2 (Shakespeare)

West:

‘When shall we all meet again,

In thunder, lightning or in rain?’

Fire:

‘When the circle’s cast and done,

We shall greet the setting Sun.’

Air:

‘Now until the break of day,

Through this house each fairy stray.’

Earth:

‘And to our beds shall we,

Depart and blessed be.’

Sources

Anonymous 17th century poem cited in Geddes-Ward A. Geddes Ward N. (2005) Faeriecraft. Hay House.

Beth R. (2001) The Hedge Witch’s Way. Robert Hale Ltd. London.

Cunningham S. (1988) Wicca: a guide for the solitary practitioner. Llwellyn,USA.

D’Este S. Rankine D. (2005) Circle of fire: the symbolism and practices of Wiccan ritual. Avalonia.

Duff G. (2002) The wheel of the Wiccan year. Rider, London.

Fletcher J. (1919?) Hymn to Pan.

Geddes-Ward A. Geddes Ward N. (2005) Faeriecraft. Hay House.

Griffith D.B. Private BOS. (2008) unpublished.

Jones E.J. (1994) The Roebuck in the thicket. Capall Bann.

Kipling R. (1906) Puck of Pook’s Hill.

Schulke D.A. (2005) Viridarium umbris (the pleasure garden of shadow). Xoanon Limited, Chelmsford Essex, UK.

Shakespeare W. (1609) The sonnets.

Shakespeare W. (nd.) A Midsummer nights’ dream.

Shakespeare W. (nd.) Hamlet.

Shakespeare W. (nd.) MacBeth.

Steward S. (1635) Oberon’s Apparell. cited in Geddes-Ward A. Geddes Ward N. (2005) Faeriecraft. Hay House.

Tolkein J.R.R. (1955) The return of the King.

‘This above all-to thine own self be true; and it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.’ Polonius from Hamlet Act 1 Sc 3.

Pentacle and the Occult (2024)

I recently observed in a previous blog post (link below), that today we have a rather negative view of boasting. Although there may be some justification in that perception, I further observe that a boast once had a much more positive meaning. I reiterate that there is nothing inherently wrong with the announcement of an achievement or in the public celebration of such. We should in my opinion, continue to share the joy and not spoil success with envy.

Early in the May of this year (2024) I became aware of a recent publication and that awareness was in point of fact, a very pleasing surprise. I discovered that my work is included in ‘Pentacle and the Occult’ an anthology edited by Marion Pearce.

I had totally forgotten about this submission, the article in question ‘Thoughts on being called a heretic’ being one of my older pieces. It should also be noted that I ‘appear’ in this work under my pseudonym, Chattering Magpie. I am honoured to have my work included alongside such eminent writers as Payam Nabarz, Emma Restall Orr, Jacq D. Hawkins, Melusine Draco, Julian Vayne and many others.

It is perhaps a mark of my advancing years that as I still remember Pentacle magazine fondly, I observe that more than one of those included in the anthology have passed in recent years. This includes the former co-editor of the magazine. In some respects seeing their work reprinted is a most suitable epitaph and a fitting tribute to their status within the Western Esoteric Tradition.

Whether ‘Pentacle and the Occult’ is a one off and stand alone anthology, I do not know. It is my hope that the editor will like those associated with the equally fondly remembered ‘Silver Wheel’ magazine, produce further anthologies of selected articles from the magazine archive. If that proves to be so, then I sincerely hope that I will once again enjoy the privilege of inclusion.

‘Pentacle and the Occult’ is available from several specialist book shops, direct from the publisher Green Magic Publishing and online via Amazon International.

I’ve Come Back Home by DeeDee Stinson

Through One Lifetime to One Other Lifetime,

Spun the Dark Circle Round again before Me.

Kith and Kin I once held, dearly and sublime,

Eyes closed, alas reopened and now I see.

*

Small steps upon the Ladder to count again,

With but a Taper to Light the Shaded Way.

“What I have, I hold!” declared within the Glen,

For Grave and Tombstone lost their Final Say.

*

They clothed me with all Tools and in Scarlet,

A Magistra called and Lady of the Hearth am I.

Remembering I, the Red Goddess incarnate,

Yet Human and Humble in all my Glory reply.

*

My Coven knows me well by my Triple Names,

We of the Scarlet Triskele Coven burning bright,

For as The Scarlet Magistra I have acclaims,

But of my own Glory and Pride not to write.

*

You see … I’ve come back home once more,

Old Friends and Allies long lost, not forgotten.

They recognize me and I them, from before,

Like the Story of the Flood, Child misbegotten.

*

I have survived the Circle Round one more day,

Troths and Oaths of Yore in memory restored.

Many Truths in troves of books I find and survey,

The Old Godds and GudeFolk cannot be ignored.

*

I am of the Wicca, the Anvil and Hammer too,

For intertwined and enmeshed be my Crafte.

Blood-Stained Thread and Witch’s Honor true,

On Ship the Ocean to the Castle stand I abaft.

*

By Oak, Ash, and Thorn stand I surrounded,

Welcomed Home with Fayerie blessings abound.

Within Hallowed Woods dare I stay grounded,

Lessons, Tests, and Ordeals here be profound.

*

I am that which is attained at the end of Desire,

My Toad Familiar and Stang in my shaking hand.

Go I evermore to the Sabbat, Unguentum, Fire,

This Witch again with Lame Foot walks the Land.

*

You see … I’ve come back home another time,

When all is lost to Death, not til then you see.

Not what I desire but necessary, I now begrime,

Take all I’m given, of myself give, die with dignity.

*

You see … I’ve come back home and will again,

Dwale will find its way if I need, Sub Rosa I live.

Harm None be my Counsel, Nema and Amen,

As The Scarlet Magistra my life to Crafte I give!

*

Yes, my Beloved … indeed I’ve come back home,

To meet, love, know, and remember thee to fulfill.

For when my Spirit departs, placed in catacomb,

I’ll return again with you to attain the Witch Skill!

*

Oh Dear Reader … I’ve always come back home,

Whether titulature, acclaim, or none to follow.

Be it Red Goddess or Scarlet Magistra I roam,

Evermore be it known … I’ll return to the Hallow!

*

Written by Magistra DeeDee Stinson

©2024 The Scarlet Magistra

Written on 15 February 24AQ(2024CE)

Text used with permission of the author

With Thee I’ll Dance ~ A Modern Milling Chant to the Witches’ Devyl by DeeDee Stinson

(Beat: 4/4 Quarter Notes|One Clap per Count)

(Quicken Pace thru Verse 4 then Slow Down)

1.

Hail Goat God of Many Names,

(Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!)

In Me awaken the Witch’s Flames,

(Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!)

North to South then East to West,

(Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!)

With Thee I’ll Dance and Never Rest!

(Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!)

*

2.

Old Horny Goat of Ancient Rhyme,

(Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!)

In Thy Presence I forsake all Time,

(Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!)

Thy Three Forms, Consume Me Now,

(Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!)

And to Thy Dame, My knee shall Bow!

(Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!)

*

3.

Hail Ye the Bucca, Dhu and Gwidder,

(Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!)

In the Dance all my Oaths Consider,

(Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!)

For I am Thine, and Thou art Mine,

(Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!)

With Leftward-Lame Foot so Divine!

(Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!)

*

4.

Take me Higher through the Skies,

(Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!)

In Thy Wild Rade all Souls shall Rise,

(Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!)

For the Four Winds shall be Our Sail,

(Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!)

By Earth and Heaven, by Sea and Hell!

(Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!)

*

5.

By Blooded Anvil and Red Thread,

(Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!)

Feast from Me by Breast and Head,

(Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!)

Round this Mill we go Left Again,

(Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!)

Forests, Farms, Graves, and Glens,

(Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!)

*

6.

Til Ye bring me back into my Flesh,

(Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!)

And I awaken again to Life Afresh,

(Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!)

Forsake Me not Auld Hornéd One,

(Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!)

For Our Bond cannot be Undone!

(Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!)

*

7.

Hail Goat God of Many Names,

(Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!)

Now in Me is lit the Witch’s Flames,

(Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!)

North to South then East to West,

(Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!)

With Thee I’ll Dance at Thy Request!

(Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!)

*

Written by DeeDee Stinson 13 February 24AQ (2024CE)

Text used with permission of the author

The Nature of My God by DeeDee Stinson

Ye Thrice-Hornéd God of the Ancient Ways,

Rutted, Wilded, In Forests and Glens to prod,

Blooded, Unbound, Eyes like the Sun Ablaze,

For the Stag-Horn is the Nature of My God.

*

Hail to Him with the Horns of the Mighty Stag,

Names Innumerable and Worship Outlawed,

It is only He who tames the Soul of this Hag,

Yea, the Stag-Horn is the Nature of My God.

*

Ye Thrice-Hornéd God of the Ancient Tomes,

Master, Lover, and Rebutter of the Chaste Rod,

Ye who in Pastures and Mountains Roams,

For the Goat-Horn is the Nature of My God.

*

Hail to Him with the Horns of the Mighty Goat,

Names Innumerable and Worship Outlawed,

Of His Unbridled Lusts the Fearful Priests Wrote,

Yea, the Goat-Horn is the Nature of My God.

*

Ye Thrice-Hornéd God of the Ancient Caves,

Minotaur, Demon, Thy Hoof upon all Flesh trod,

Dweller upon Farms and in Deep, Dark Graves,

For the Bull-Horn is the Nature of My God.

*

Hail to Him with the Horns of the Mighty Bull,

Names Innumerable and Worship Outlawed,

Sworn to Thy Cloven Hoof am I ever Faithful,

Yea, the Bull-Horn is the Nature of My God.

*

Thee of the Three Horns, Thy Names I screech,

With shrewd Eyes of Flame, destroy all facade,

Of Thy Bounty do all Thy Blessings I beseech,

For the Triple Horn is the Nature of My God.

*

Of Witch and Warlock Skill dost Thou bestow,

Thrice-Hornéd Beast, our Souls ye hath chawed,

By Knocks, Ordeals, Challenges, and Cable Tow,

Stag, Goat, Bull-Horn is the Nature of My God!

*

Written by DeeDee Stinson – 08 February 24AQ (2024CE)

Text used with permission of the author

PROJECT UNVEILING!  ~ The Scarlet Magistra

Still to come … This will be my Website and FB Page where my writings/authorings will be kept/posted and the Coven and Order will have their own subdomains. Welcome to The Scarlet Magistra!

𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞:

Through One Lifetime to One Other Lifetime,

Spun the Dark Circle Round again before Me.

Kith and Kin I once held, dearly and sublime,

Eyes closed, alas reopened and now I see.

*

Small steps upon the Ladder to count again,

With but a Taper to Light the Shaded Way.

“What I have, I hold!” declared within the Glen,

For Grave and Tombstone lost their Final Say.

*

They clothed me with all Tools and in Scarlet,

A Magistra called and Lady of the Hearth am I.

Remembering I, the Red Goddess incarnate,

Yet Human and Humble in all my Glory reply.

*

My Coven knows me well by my Triple Names,

We of the Scarlet Triskele Coven burning bright,

For as The Scarlet Magistra I have acclaims,

But of my own Glory and Pride not to write.

*

You see … I’ve come back home once more,

Old Friends and Allies long lost, not forgotten.

They recognize me and I them, from before,

Like the Story of the Flood, Child misbegotten.

*

I have survived the Circle Round one more day,

Troths and Oaths of Yore in memory restored.

Many Truths in troves of books I find and survey,

The Old Godds and GudeFolk cannot be ignored.

*

I am of the Wicca, the Anvil and Hammer too,

For intertwined and enmeshed be my Crafte.

Blood-Stained Thread and Witch’s Honor true,

On Ship the Ocean to the Castle stand I abaft.

*

By Oak, Ash, and Thorn stand I surrounded,

Welcomed Home with Fayerie blessings abound.

Within Hallowed Woods dare I stay grounded,

Lessons, Tests, and Ordeals here be profound.

*

I am that which is attained at the end of Desire,

My Toad Familiar and Stang in my shaking hand.

Go I evermore to the Sabbat, Unguentum, Fire,

This Witch again with Lame Foot walks the Land.

*

You see … I’ve come back home another time,

When all is lost to Death, not til then you see.

Not what I desire but necessary, I now begrime,

Take all I’m given, of myself give, die with dignity.

*

You see … I’ve come back home and will again,

Dwale will find its way if I need, Sub Rosa I live.

Harm None be my Counsel, Nema and Amen,

As The Scarlet Magistra my life to Crafte I give!

*

Yes, my Beloved … indeed I’ve come back home,

To meet, love, know, and remember thee to fulfill.

For when my Spirit departs, placed in catacomb,

I’ll return again with you to attain the Witch Skill!

*

Oh Dear Reader … I’ve always come back home,

Whether titulature, acclaim, or none to follow.

Be it Red Goddess or Scarlet Magistra I roam,

Evermore be it known … I’ll return to the Hallow!

*

Written by Magistra DeeDee Stinson

Copyright 2024 The Scarlet Magistra

Written on 15 February 24AQ(2024CE)

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DeeDee Stinson – Betwixt and Between the Horn

(𝐴𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑅𝑒𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝐼𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑒 𝑂𝑎𝑡𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝐴𝑟𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑒 𝑊𝑖𝑡𝑐𝑒𝑠)

Hail Ye Dame of Noose

And Hail Ye Magister of Horne,

To Him of the World Stang,

To Her of the Crimson Thorne.

Hobb-Host and Gude-Folk

be Thou tonight my Guise,

For by Wild Rade, shall we

Thunder ‘cross the Skies.

*

Of Words that Rhyme,

Of Words Unknown and Unspoken,

By Shield, Blade, Cup, and Flame

Prithee I be Unbroken!

Right Hand and Left Hand

Long Intertwined and Born,

For there I shall remain

Betwixt and Between the Horn.

*

Through the Queen’s Veiled Face

And Heart of Stone,

Through the Master’s Blooded Race

And Phallus of Bone.

Stand I alone now Naked,

Shadowed, and Bruised,

Through the Thicket, Devil-Blood

In me now Transfused.

*

“Stranger, Halt! Who dares

Attempt to enter Here?

For before the Needfire

We bid Thee now appear!”

For I upon the Crooked Path

Barefoot and toilworn,

To make the Essay

Betwixt and Between the Horn.

*

Presented to each, North,

South, East, and West,

With Fear and Trembling

Do I embark on this Quest.

Tests of Knowledge, Craft, and Practice,

I humbly hope to survive,

Including number of steps in a ladder

And how many beans to make five.

*

Tossed, Kissed, and Challenged,

My Life now matters not,

For with Leftward Lamed Foot

I dance the Forbidden Trot.

By Trance and Witch’s Blade

I now prepare to become Sworn,

To ever keep Sacred my Oaths

Betwixt and Between the Horn!

*

For Magister and Dame before me

Stand with a Book,

And by Flame’s brightest gaze

They bid me to look.

Revealed in Its tattered pages

The Secrets of Ancients,

To All of the Old Arte

To make Their acquaintance.

*

Accosted am I –

By Blade blooded, Cord bound,

Upon the OathStone

Lay the Sacrifice now found.

Through Blood-Stained Thread,

Old Lives no more We mourn,

There’s no Return once crossed

Betwixt and Between the Horn.

*

The harsh Ordeals endured

And the Scourges afflicted,

Of Witch Oaths and Old Laws,

Stand I now convicted:

Evermore go I Between and

Betwixt Many Worlds to tell naught,

Lest Hood and Millstone ‘round neck,

To Ocean Depths I am brought.

*

To those of my Clan,

Of my Covenant, and Wight,

Joined by Thread, Blood, and Hand

Stand I this Sabbat Night,

To the Unlearned and to those by Blood

And Bond not yet Sworn,

Know evermore ye the Cost,

Betwixt and Between the Horn!

*

Text ©DeeDee Stinson – Imbolc Eve 24AQ (2024CE)

Text used and minor edits to aid presentation made with permission of the author

Photography ©Daniel Bran Griffith the Chattering Magpie

From the archive – Yuletide and the Midwinter Solstice 2016

The Yuletide, the Christmas and the New Year period has been and remains a busy time for the Hearth of the Turning Wheel. It is after all a busy time for all of us. We all have our obligations and our commitments, whether it is work or our desire to visit family and friends.

I was busy in the lead up to the Midwinter Solstice, being unusually well organised with both my present buying and wrapping. I had my Yule Pole, complete with horseshoe and candle up early in December and presents soon began to accumulate beneath, forming a rather pleasing pyramid. I tend no longer to use a tree but prefer my own variant of Yggdrasil, complete with the shoe atop, to form my own unique variant upon the stang model.

In that first week of December I visited Nottingham to see friends and deliver gifts. This proved to be a fortuitous journey as the delightful Christmas Market was in full swing. My first point of call however, was to the Robin Hood Legacy near the castle, this was to drop off my packages. It was only then that I was able to enjoy a tour of the market, before lunching at Ye Olde Trip to Jerusalem. This pub, perhaps the oldest in England is famous for its history, its ghosts, the Cursed Galleon and its many other features, including the enigmatic roe deer statue.

Post lunch I took walk through the city centre, had an afternoon tea and then later, stopped at another hostelry, this time the Royal Children. Here I admired a rather unusual display item, a framed shoulder blade of a whale. Like those items at the Trip to Jerusalem, this is an intriguing talking point.

Unfortunately the day although bright and pleasant was unusually cold. I was left tired and drained by the trip, catching a chill that soon became a chest infection, I was unwell for most of the remaining month.

The Hearth activities proper began on Thursday the 15th of December with our private moot in Derby. A small turnout due to a combination of events that included illness but a pleasing gathering nonetheless. The pub although placed on the edge of the city centre, has a very pleasing country feel and the décor appeals assuredly to the Pagan folk, as does the food, the cider and the real ales.

Our discussion that evening naturally focused upon our plans for the Midwinter Solstice, our ritual observance and potential trip to observe the sunrise. The date for the ritual had been set well in advance but the details of any trip on the actual day of the Solstice remained fluid and open to further discussion. The final decision was to maintain a certain informality, as it was already known that rather than a trip to Stonehenge this year, I would be in the Peak District.

On Tuesday the 20th of December, the eve of the actual Solstice day, a small group of us gathered for our ritual observance and rather unusually perhaps, I provide the bare text of our ritual below. As you can see, the exchange of gifts is an important element within our celebration.

Preliminary

Suitable decorations may be used to decorate the room if indoors and electric lights should be extinguished prior to the start of the ritual. In the centre of the room, on the floor, should be salt, water and incense. In the centre a large candle should stand, as yet unlit. Compass points should be marked by horseshoes.

A bag containing slips of paper bearing the names of those present should also be placed on the floor, together with a goblet of mead and some mince pies or biscuits.

Each attendee should bring with them a tealight together with a pre-wrapped gift, identified with their own name. The Yuletide gifts for the Secret Hogfather or Odin, should be placed in the centre of the working area.

First Poem (Beth 2001)

‘Great Lady and Lord of the turning wheel of the year’s seasons, by whom the light returns, we call to you. Now at the darkest time, when all of nature is still and cold, the change is made. There is a pause, as though between breaths, all nature waits and then, the dawn comes early! There is rebirth of light and we begin again. Let hope and joyfulness be reborn, therefore, in all hearts. And let none be lonely. Let all see, as new light grows, how we may live peacefully and in shared happiness. Let war cease and let us make a world fit for children.’

The calling

Male: ‘Beloved Bloodmother of this our clan. Welcome us at this time, with your heart and womb. Let us learn to live in love with all you are and so our seeking spirit shall serve the Sacred Blood.’

Female: ‘Beloved Father, speak to us in vision and do not abandon us to the grave. Nor hand us over to Hard Fate utterly, nor those whom our love protects.’

All in unison: ‘By the fire of dreams and the compulsion of sorcery. By knowledge, daring will and silence. By the tides of Earth, Sea and Sky. By flesh, blood and bone we call thee.’

Blessing and anointing with oil

When finished, return to the centre and bless the oil. Take a suitable oil and using wand, athame or hand bless and say: ‘I do consecrate and bless this oil, to drive out all impurities and make fit for use in this our rite.’

Each person will anoint the person to their left with this sign:

While saying: ‘You have walked this path in spirit (and) now (you) do so in flesh.’ Words in brackets are optional.

Blessing the elements

Light the incense, using wand, athame or hand bless and say: ‘I do consecrate and bless thee oh elements of air and fire, to drive out all impurities and make thee fit for use in this our rite.’

Put three pinches of salt into the water, using wand, athame or hand bless and say: ‘I do consecrate and bless thee oh elements of water and earth, to drive out all impurities and make thee fit for use in this our rite.’

Pick up the incense and say: ‘I scent this circle with air and warm this circle with fire. This I do in the name and power of our God the Lord of the Greenwood.’

Then carry the incense around the circle deosil.

Pick up the bowl of salt-water and say: ‘With water and salt the symbol of our labour. I cleanse and bless this place in the name and power of our Goddess the Lady of the night.’

Sprinkle a little salt-water around the circle deosil or at each compass point, north, south, east and then west.

Hallowing the compass: opening (Griffith 2011)

Group face north and one person says: ‘It is winter and the north wind shall bring ice and snow. So it is that we call upon the north wind to join us.’

Group face south and one person says: ‘The north wind shall meet the summer breeze bringing warmth from the south. So it is that we call upon the south wind to join us.’

Group face east and one person says: ‘The sun shall rise in the east and warm the distant horizon. So it is that we call upon the east wind to join us.’

Group face west and one person says: ‘The sun shall set in the west passing in the mists of a grey horizon. So it is that we call upon the west wind to join us.’

All in unison: ‘We call thee, we call thee, we call thee. By flesh, blood and bone we call thee.’

All present place their hands upon the Hearthsword and then say once only the Druid Oath:

‘We swear by peace and love to stand,

Heart to heart and hand in hand.

Mark, Oh Spirit and hear us now,

Confirming this our sacred vow.’

The central light (Griffith 2010)

The Defender should light the centre candle and say: ‘Behold the Avenger is born.’

Each person singly and in sunwise order, then lights their own tealight from the centre candle and says: ‘Light returns.’

The Defender lights his tealight last and says: ‘Darkness shall be banished.’

The Pagan Carol by Doreen Valiente

The holly and the ivy

When they are both full grown,

Of all the trees that are in the wood,

The holly bears the crown.

*

Chorus:

Oh, the rising of the sun

And the running of the deer,

The playing of the merry organ,

Sweet singing in the choir,

*

The holly bears a blossom

As white as lily flower,

And when the Sun is newly born,

‘Tis at the darkest hour

*

Chorus:

On, the rising of the Sun

And the running of the deer,

The playing of the merry organ,

Sweet singing in the choir.

*

The holly bears a berry

And blood-red is its hue,

And when the Sun is newly born,

It maketh all things new.

*

Chorus:

On, the rising of the Sun

And the running of the deer,

The playing of the merry organ,

Sweet singing in the choir.

*

The holly bears a leaf

That is for ever green,

And when the Sun is newly born,

Let love and joy be seen.

*

Chorus:

On, the rising of the Sun

And the running of the deer,

The playing of the merry organ,

Sweet singing in the choir.

*

The holly and the ivy

The mistletoe entwine,

And when the Sun is newly born,

Be joy to thee and thine.

*

Chorus:

On, the rising of the Sun

And the running of the deer,

The playing of the merry organ,

Sweet singing in the choir.

*

© Copyright: The Doreen Valiente Foundation

Secret Hogfather of Woden

All present shall draw a slip of paper from the bag, if a person draws their own name they should replace the slip and redraw after the draw has ended.

Second Poem (Unknown source after Merry 2008):

One person or all present can read or sing the whole poem, alternatively each verse can be read by an alternating male and female:

‘In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind makes moan.

Earth stands hard as iron, water like a stone.

Snow has fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow.

In the bleak midwinter, it is ever so.

*

Darkness now surrounds us as the nights grow long,

Yet we fill the night-time with our hopeful song.

Winter’s cold won’t reach us here, where we light our fire,

As we burn the old year on its funeral pyre.

*

Now the New Year beckons, even in this night.

Soon the days will lengthen, and our hearts grow light.

Hope will grow within us as we look ahead,

And we see that spring wakes out of winter’s bed.

*

Light will follow darkness, as the earth turns round,

Sunlight follows moonlight, thawing frozen ground.

So our lives renew with every dawning day,

And with every New Year, blue skies follow grey.’

*

The rite of communion

The chalice (Shakespeare): ‘Herein lies wisdom, beauty and increase, without this, folly, age and cold decay.’

The plate (Shakespeare): ‘From fairest creatures we desire increase; that thereby beauty’s rose might never die.’

The cup is passed to the left with the words: ‘May you never thirst.’ The person receiving the cup will drink and pass the cup to their left with the same words.

The meal is passed to the left with the words: ‘May you never hunger.’ The person receiving the meal will take some of that offered and pass the remainder to their left with the same words.

Hallowing the compass: closing (Griffith 2011)

Group face west and one person says: ‘We give thanks for the presence of the west wind. Hail and farewell.’

Group face east and one person says: ‘We give thanks for the presence of the east wind. Hail and farewell.’

Group face south and one person says: ‘We give thanks for the presence of the south wind. Hail and farewell.’

Group face north and one person says: ‘We give thanks for the presence of the north wind. Hail and farewell.’

All in unison: ‘We thank thee, we thank thee, we thank thee. By flesh, blood and bone we thank thee.’

Third Poem

One person shall read the following blessing (Duff 2002):

‘The Solstice is: evergreen and Yule log,

Shining lights and decorated tree,

Wassail bowl and cake,

Acknowledgement of gifts,

And joy in the returning Sun.

May the Goddess and God keep you safe,

And warm this Solstice tide,

And in the lengthening days to come.’

Final closing

After a pause all in unison say: ‘By the fire of dreams and the compulsion of sorcery. By knowledge, daring will and silence. By the tides of Earth, Sea and Sky. May all beings and powers of the visible and invisible depart in peace. By flesh, blood and bone we thank thee.’

REFERENCES

Artisson R.(2006) The Witching Way of the Hollow Hill: the gramaryre of the Folk who dwell below the mound. Owlblink Bookcrafting Company USA.

Chattering Magpie (2010) The Hearth of the Turning Wheel Hallowing of the Compass. Unpublished.

Beth R. (2001) The Hedge Witch’s way. Robert Hale London.

Duff G. (2002) The wheel of the Wiccan year. Rider London.

Grey W. (nd.) cited by Jones E.J. (1990) Witchcraft: a tradition renewed. Robert Hale, London.

Jones E.J. (1994) The Roebuck in the thicket. Capall Bann.

Merry L. (2008) The Hearth of the Turning Wheel Yule ritual 2008. Unpublished.

Sempers C. Raven G. (1998) Rite for the full moon. Privately published.

Shakespeare W.  (nd.) A Midsummer nights’ dream.

Valiente D. (1978) Witchcraft for tomorrow. Robert Hale, London.

Paraphrased quotations taken from ‘Sir Gawain and the Green Knight’ a play by the Reverend James Yeames

http://www.sacred-texts.com/neu/arthur/art204.htm

Poem by Doreen Valiente

http://www.doreenvaliente.com/doreen-valiente-poetry-11.php

It was an early start the next morning. Wednesday the 21st of December was Solstice Day itself and I was up to tidy after the previous evenings’ revels. I was collected by my niece and her family a little after 7am for our planned visit to the Peak District.

Soon after 8am we were parked on a lane near Arbor Low, the famous Derbyshire henge that lies between Ashbourne and Bakewell. Walking up the lane to the farm we met the lady of the house, who much to my surprise and on presentation of my card, knew who I was. Well I have been to the henge many times before.

Amusingly she asked my six year old great niece, as she handed over our one pound entrance fee, ‘Are you paying for grandad?’ Well I am of that age and as my niece pointed out later, if you see two young children, their parents and an older man, the assumption is a natural one.

Marching up the hill we attempted to avoid the cowpats, the elder great nice did slip over but thankfully, was unhurt. On reaching the henge itself, we found a suitable vantage point on the eastern bank and stood only a little way from those already gathered.

Here as the sun rose at approximately 8.20am, it was a cloudy but not overly cold morning, I blew my horn in salute. The sun rose between clouds, lighting up the sky in an attractive pink hue and to my surprise, I found myself attracting photographers. One of whom introduced himself as Chris Thomond, a photo-journalist from the Guardian Newspaper.

I sometimes think the horn has some magical attraction spell attached to it, whenever I blow it photographers appear. Read into that what you will my dear reader.

Mr Thomond was gracious enough to send me some of his pictures by email and I was to learn, that one picture of me, appeared in the Guardian Newspaper the next day.

I posed for a few more pictures before joining the family in the centre of the henge for our private observance. Here the five of us shared food and drink, leaving the remains upon the earth as an offering to the genius loci of Arbor Low.

Then remounting the bank, we walked a slow circuit deosil of the entire henge, stopping to speak to other visitors and even allow a select few a closer examination of the horn. Two or three tried to give a blast, not with any outstanding success, although one did get a reasonably good note.

After more pictures, we made our way to the car and drove on to that wonderful Derbyshire town of Bakewell. Here at the Old Original Bakewell Pudding Shop we enjoyed a cooked breakfast and desert. Naturally I had a Bakewell Pudding, complete with both custard and cream. I also had a very pleasant mulled cider.

After breakfast and a perusal of the shop on the ground floor, we did a little shopping in the town. Here I found myself with elder of the great nieces, outside the Wee Dram. This is Bakewell’s unique and rather specialist whisky shop. Small, rather quaint, the range is unusual and of high quality. The staff highly knowledgeable and friendly.

Now going into a shop like the Wee Dram, no matter how high class, is not really the done thing with a six year old in tow. However, I decided to risk it. On entering the shop I made one or two comments about hiding from the niece, which made the shop owner laugh.

I parked my great niece by the door with instructions that if she saw mummy or daddy, she was to tell me. Then I began my shopping, listening intently to the recommendations of the owner.

Unfortunately my plans did not go according to plan. Upon seeing her parents approach, the little girl jumped up and down, banged on the window and shouted, ‘Mummy we’re in here.’ I was caught red handed. My niece entered laughing and said, ‘I thought to myself, uncle wouldn’t take my six year old into a whisky shop and then I thought, yes he would.’ Oh, she knows me so well!

After this amusing episode we returned to the car and enjoyed a pleasant drive home, admiring the truly gorgeous Derbyshire countryside. Once at the family home however, fatigue hit and an afternoon nap was necessary. When I was refreshed, I spent the afternoon playing board games with the family.

On return to my own home, I was able to reflect with a glass of mead, on a very full and enjoyable day. The Solstice had been pleasant and well worth the remembering. After a difficult year, I hope as many others do, that the return of the sun heralds a more positive tide.

Benisons you all, fff Chattering Magpie.

Useful and relevant websites

http://www.robinhoodlegacy.co.uk/

http://www.triptojerusalem.com/

https://www.yelp.co.uk/biz/royal-children-nottingham

http://www.english-heritage.org.uk/visit/places/arbor-low-stone-circle-and-gib-hill-barrow/

http://www.peakdistrictonline.co.uk/peak-district-bed-breakfast-arbor-low-monyash-i651.html

http://www.bakewellpuddingshop.co.uk/

http://www.weedram.co.uk/

Perceived differences between Wiccan-Witchcraft and Traditional-Witchcraft

It can be said that Traditional Witchcraft is folk-magic, yet there are some forms that are also of a religious or strongly spiritual nature. Here I emphasise the word “some” as there is no uniformity, each individual practitioner can only say what they do and cannot speak for other paths.

Indeed, in Gardnerian and Alexandrian practice I Believe there is an element of standardisation. A coven in for example Glastonbury, will have a recognisably similar practice to a group in Edinburgh, bar the latter being in a foreign language (English joke). Traditional Witchcraft appears to display a far greater regional variation, between groups, counties and individuals.

Let me put it this way, from the social-psychological approach. The way the human mind works predisposes us to think and identify ourselves, not by what we are but by what we are not. It is the “us and them” mindset. There is nothing particularly wrong with this way of thinking, as it is simply how our minds generally work.

Attempting to define ourselves by what we are, by what makes us unique is often quite challenging. We will often read statements that say Wicca is different from Traditional Craft because of perceived differences. Actually trying to define what Wicca is and what Traditional is, by focusing on the actual praxis of each example; is not the obvious path and can as suggested, be quite difficult.

The matter here is complicated further by the enormous variety of practice and belief found within Traditional methodologies, so rather than looking at Traditional Craft as one whole or unified concept one has to look at each individualised approach to praxis. The danger of perceived generalisation is misrepresentation.

Just as there are subtle differences between Gardnerian and Alexandrian Witchcraft or Wicca, there are differences between the many different forms of Traditional Craft. There is no one singular example that can be presented as the quintessential model, so as a detached observer let me offer these observances on perceived or actual differences between Traditional and Wiccanesque Praxis.

My observances here; are made upon wide reading and a wide range of contacts, my approach here is that of Phenomenological Sociology. I do not pass judgement on the rights and wrongs of any belief system or practice, I observe and describe them.

Although some Wiccans do not identify themselves as either Pagan or as members of a religion,the majority appear to do so. Wicca focuses on the worship or veneration if you prefer, of a divine couple, a Lord and a Lady, a Great Goddess and a Great God as representations of all other known divinities. Sociologists and theologians therefore categorise Wicca as a Duo-theistic Pagan Religion.

Traditional Witchcraft is less clear cut, the approach can be that of sorcery or a magicalarte that does not necessarily include divinity or one that does include spiritual and religious aspects of veneration if not necessarily worship. The latter would include at least some involvement of Gods, Goddesses, Spirits, the Ancestors and often there is an overlapping approach. Therefore, Traditional practices rather than being perceived as Duo-theistic are much more likely to display traits of Polytheism, Henotheism, Pantheism or good old-fashioned Animism.

There is less likely to be a standardisation of practise in Traditional Craft than in Wicca. The latter form of Witchcraft, with an origin traceable to one or more founders, has an identifiable set of core rituals and methods. Traditional practice is more often regional and idiosyncratic, often influenced by localised phenomenon and folklore.

Again, whereas Wicca is Duo-theistic and focuses on a divine couple, some Traditional covens or sometimes Cuveens, will focus on one totemic or tutelary Deity, this is an aspect of Henotheism, although some groups such as the Clan of Tubal Cain use the word Monolatry, which should not be confused with Monotheism. Some Traditionals or Traditionalists consider themselves to be Pagan, while some do not and it is therefore advisable to ask the individual for clarification.

In Wicca, outside of some references to the Aradia Mythos, Luciferian traits are not generally observable. However, there are some Traditional groups who are Luciferian in their approach, the actual manifestation of this influence will vary from group to group; it is far from standard and should not be confused with Satanism.

It is common knowledge that Wicca has a degree system, reflecting an early Masonic influence. Many Traditional groups do not have a degree system of such formality, one is either a member or one is not a member. Those that do have a degree system of sorts may use the term “admission” whereas the first admission is to an “outer court” or circle and the second admission to an “inner court” or core working group.

In Wiccan covens, the leading couple are known as a High Priestess and a High Priest. Traditional covens or cuveens display a varied number of titles dependent on the individual group or dispense with titles altogether. One may for example, hear references to Covenmaster, Mistress, Maid, Magister (Male) or Magistra (female) or any number of other titles.

The origins of the Wheel of the Year in its modern form, like the Wiccan Rede, can be traced to the late 1940’s. Although these festivals are indeed ancient, no one culture celebrated or observed all eight festivals at any one time. Therefore, although some Traditionals have adopted the modern eight, illustrating the active cross pollination of ideas, there are other groups that recognise a calendar of five, six or ten festivals. The Wiccan Rede is however, rejected by the majority of Traditional groups and solitaries.

As clear as mud really.

This paper was first published in the Hedge Wytch as: Chattering Magpie (D.B. Griffith) (2012) Perceived differences between Wiccan-Witchcraft and Traditional-Witchcraft. The Hedge Wytch. February/Imbolc 2012 pp14-16.