Dian Cecht, Airmed, & Miach
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SPIRITS OF THE LAND (MAGGIE THE WEAVER) Whispering Lake Grove, ADF Following Maggie the Weaver’s invocation, Syruss will offer cream and honey to the Spirits of the Land around the ritual area above Presents the garden as all gathered sing “We Approach the Sacred Grove”. GROVE ATTUNEMENT (Chris) Midsummer Joining our hands and closing our eyes, breathe deeply, (pause) feel your feet firmly resting upon the Earth, (pause) in your mind’s eye see the Sky that stretches above us, (pause) and feel the presence of the Sea that surrounds us (pause). We stand together in the Middle Realm, the world that we share with the Spirits of Nature. Below us exists the Underworld realm of our Ancestors and the sacred source of the primal waters. Reaching far beneath you seek the primal waters. Let us call to them as they rise to meet us, ‘sacred waters flow within us’. Feel the waters as they enter your being filling the cauldron within your belly, (pause) within your heart (pause) and finally within your head (pause). Feel the potential flow throughout your being. Turing your attention skyward, know that above us stretches the Heavens, realm of the Gods and home of the first fire. Reaching far beyond the sky seek the primal fire. Let us call upon this sacred spark of the first fire, ‘sacred fire burn within us’. See the illuminating radiance of the sacred fire as its shines upon you igniting the potential that flows within you. See the flames of the first fire ignite the cauldron within your Sunday, June 25, 2017 head, (pause) the cauldron within your heart (pause) and finally the cauldron within your belly (pause). 5:30PM Feel the primal powers as they surge through you. Your heart beats with the very pulse of all worlds. The fire and water that flows through our veins connects us to the worlds, the realms Now, within the vast emptiness the illuminating power of the and the Kindred. heavens and the creative potential of the Earth converged. The fires of the Sky ignited the waters of the Earth and new life began to stir. As we open our eyes let us be one in this place! Through the union of fire and water came forth the worlds, the HONORING OUR GROVE PATRON (Nathan) realms and the Mighty Kindred., nine holy things which would Rider of the Maned Waves... create all others Protect us from the storms. Guardian of the Threshold... OPENING PRAYERS Guide us from all harm. Magician of the Shoreline... Honoring the Earth Mother and Sky Father Bless us with your might. (Maggie the Baker) Mist Weaver, Ancient One of ever changing beauty May you walk with us this night! Primal Mother of this land An offering of Irish whiskey is made to Manannan. And Great Goddess of Sovereignty Manannan, Mist Weaver, accept our offering! We are renewed in your waters All: Manannan, accept our offering! Cradled within your mantel of green And sustained by your abundance PROCESSION Earth Mother, we call upon the life-giving magic of the Earth! An offering of bread is made. In Song (Carrion) Earth Mother, accept our offering! Procession & Purification All participants will be censed and All: Earth Mother, accept our offering! asperged as they enter the Nemeton. Nathan & Alicia to cense and asperge. (Jaeme) Flashing One of the Sun’s healing warmth Burn fire, burn bright Brilliant Father of the Clear Sky True wisdom come to me And Great God of the creative spark Guide my path tonight with your strength and light. We are purified between your flames Strengthened through your radiant light Musical Signal-A drum beats 3x3 times. (Chris) And prosper from your fertility Sky Father, we call upon the illuminating power of the Sky! Recreating the Cosmos(Carrion) An offering of incense is made. In the beginning and so too in the end; there was but the fires of the Sky Father, accept our offering! Sky and the waters of the Earth and between them a vast emptiness. All: Sky Father, accept our offering! Invocation for Bardic Inspiration (Carrion) wasn’t the fellow here last year completely blind? One eye is Goddess of Inspiration and Poetry, an improvement. Great Mother of Song and music, May our words echo in the sacred well… What I can tell is nothing less than the story of medicine itself, May our hearts and minds burn with the eternal flame… May our songs resonate upon the wind… of the herbs that heal. I know the true story of how these gifts May you grant us the gift of inspiration and insight… came to exist… and why mortal-kind is so muddled about An offering of honey is placed in the offering bowl for Brigid. which cure is which. Lady Brighid accept our offering! All: Brighid accept our offering! It wasn’t always so. Healing was once a different kind of art. The power to mend a body was found in all sorts of places, like STATEMENT OF PURPOSE & HISTORIC PRECEDENT (Chris) the notes of a song or the waters of a deep well. Once, Tonight we gather between the Earth and Sky. physicians worthy of the name drew out the healing virtues in To worship and honor the Healers, Dian Cecht, Miach and Airmed, everything. Even if you weren’t a healer, you might still draw We shall sing their praise and make our sacrifice; seeking their on those powers, though not to the same degree. There was no blessings in return. medicine you could buy from a merchant! No, healing in my We gather in celebration of the Summer Solstice, time was quite a different thing from today’s pills and pastes Enjoying the warmth and light of the Sun at the height of its power. and punctures. Tonight as we celebrate light and life, May all who gather be welcome among us! The greatest of all healers was the physician of the Tuatha de Danann, Dian Cécht. Dian Cécht could cure any wound, purge (Nathan) any disease, and grant his patients near-immortality. When Ritual Lore for WLG, Midsummer 2017 battle raged, he served by binding up wounded soldiers and “Dian Cécht, his children, and the origin of the healing herbs” returning them fresh to the battlefield the next day. During the by Nathan Large Second Battle of Moytura, he blessed a well at the hill of Slane, As told by Nuada’s porter such that it could restore every soldier retrieved from the battlefield each day, even if mortally wounded, so long as head You’re wondering about the eye, aren’t you? For your remained joined to body. That well was destroyed, mind you, information, it’s only asleep. A nuisance. But I’ll satisfy your by the Fomorian enemy. curiosity later. My eye is only a small part of my story. And Another feat of the great Dian Cécht sets the stage for my real story. Back in the First Battle of Moytura, King Nuada gained the victory but lost his arm. The harsh law of the time stated an adult, he was practically a child in comparison to his that no man blemished in body could stand as king, so Nuada teacher. not only lost his arm, he also lost his crown. The severed limb was buried, and Nuada ceded the throne to the half-Fomorian But Miach persisted. Finally, I set him a challenge. I Bres… a worse wound than merely losing a limb. demanded that he prove himself, before I would let him trouble Nuada. I asked him to restore my missing eye. Miach offered If you’re interested, it was in that same war I lost my eye. I left to take the eye from my cat and graft it into my own empty off soldiering and became Nuada’s porter, his door-guard. socket. Dian Cécht came calling and served the former king well. Doubting, I agreed… and he did it! He drew the eye from my With the smith Creidne, Dian Cécht crafted Nuada an arm of cat’s head and placed it in my socket! I could see again… and pure silver, as strong and nimble as the original. So Nuada of better, I could fight again! the Silver Arm got that name. Yet for its beauty and function, the arm still counted as a blemish. Nuada was whole in skill, Overjoyed, I kept to my word and escorted Miach into Nuada’s but not whole enough to rule. presence. The great lord heard him out, looked at my eye, and gave his consent to be healed. Matters worsened. The Fomorians pressed close and tormented Eireann, undeterred by King Bres. We came to At first, Miach suggested a similar procedure: to take a limb understand what a poor leader we had chosen. We sought a from a donor and graft it to Nuada’s stump. We sought replacement. Our best hope was to return Nuada to the throughout Eireann for a suitable donor, but only one man had throne… but how? His old arm was gone and buried, and even an arm of the proper dimensions: a swineherd, Modan. That Dian Cécht could not restore a completely missing limb. was no good: a king cannot rule with an arm coated in pig-shit! One day, I sat at duty, guarding Nuada’s door. My dear cat Miach offered another solution: using the remains of Nuada’s dozed on my lap. Walking up came Dian Cécht’s son, Miach. own arm, he would grow it anew, using herbs and magics.