Years ago I had the opportunity to do an opening ritual for a one night event. I had planned on a full on ritual to Brigid, my patron saint. The mother of my chosen Pagan path. I had planned on a full ritual for this opening with proper corners being called, and a full proper invocation to request her to join us on that evening. This event was happening on Pagan owned land and it led into a large scale 5 day Pagan event. I was not allowed to do the full on ritual. The event co-ordinators of the one small scale one night event felt it was to “pagan” and because I was a solo practitioner and not a full recognized “priest” on a Wiccan path or part of the ADF that I should not do a full ritual for fear that I might insult those on those paths. Since that event I have spoken to many people and their response has always been there is no 100 percent correct way to do this, and for the most part there may be some scripting but a lot of times there is a lot of adlibbing and I should have done what I wanted to do. Heck I even had a custom robe made for this one night just so I could be in the right frame of mind.
For this night we had myself plus two other fire keepers, neither of whom had partaken in performing a ritual, I asked one to speak on the healing aspects of Brig, the other to speak on the Smith craft of Brig, and I spoke on the hearth/fire aspect. The fire pit where the ritual took place is approximately 15 feet in diameter. Each fire keeper had his own fire within that pit to tend to. So three separate fires that at the conclusion of my portion were brought to one fire.
SO here is my portion of this ritual that was approved, I was the last to speak and unfortunately do not have the words spoken by the other keepers as they winged it. I wrote mine down.
Brigid Bright goddess who is three within one.
Brigid the healer, Brigid the Smith, Brigid keeper of the Sacred Flame
You were born with the blaze of the morning sun, Flame from Sky to Earth. Arrow bright
Brigid of the Tuatha Dé Danann, Daughter of Dagda, Mother of Ruadán. Tonite we choose to honor you as we celebrate and gather round these fires and bring the three to one. As you are one, The tribe to is one.
Category: Festivals And Gatherings
Myth of Ratatoskr
This is a myth of Ratatoskr. For the uninitiated he is the squirrel who runs up and down the world tree Yggdrasil to carry messages between the eagle perched atop Yggdrasil, and the serpent Níðhöggr who dwells beneath one of the three roots of the tree.
This myth does not appear in the Poetic Edda, it like many myths are told mostly by bards. Past down verbally and embellished by each teller as the story gets told again and again. The first time I heard it was at a gathering known as Hail And Horn at Ravens Knoll some time between 2013 and 2015. I credit it to a young man by the name of Scott if my memory serves me correctly. And now on to the story.
Ratatoskr as we do know from the Eddas is a squirrel. He runs up and down Yggdrasil carrying messages between the Eagle perched upon its top, and the serpent Níðhöggr who resides beneath. Ratatoskr would get very hungry and constantly would be gathering food as he ran up and down Yggdrasil. When he reached the top of the tree to deliver messages or latest barb to the eagle from Níðhöggr he would have to open his mouth to speak and in doing so would drop all the acorns and such he had gathered on his way up. These would fall and invariably drop on some unsuspecting travelers head. Ratatoskr would try to apologize but in his excited state all that would come out of his mouth would be chittering. This as you could imagine would be returned by yelling and things being thrown back at poor Ratatoskr by the passersby. Ratatoskr would receive messages from the eagle and begin is trip back down the tree again gathering food as he went. Sometimes his mouth would be full so he would just knock acorns and the like on to the ground and again these would sometimes hit people. He would try to apologize but again with his mouth full all that came out of it would be the contents of his cheeks, and more chittering.
When Ratatoskr reached the ground he would try to gather up what he had dropped, and stash the food in the nearest hole. Usually these holes were Dwarf Mines. He would have so many pine cones, acorns and other seeds he would some times fill these holes to capacity. This would infuriate the Dwarves. As sometimes they would get trapped in the mines under tonnes of seeds, or their mines would be so full they would have to dig them out again so they could resume work. This might seem trivial but all this having to redo work that was all ready done meant the dwarves were delayed in other tasks, such as making weapons, jewelry and the like for the Gods and the realm of man. So now the Gods were furious because they were not getting their trinkets.
In the mean time Ratatoskr would deliver the messages from the eagle to Níðhöggr and the whole process would repeat. If your wondering why the squirrel did this to begin with it may have something to do with an agreement between the eagle and Níðhöggr that allowed Ratatoskr to travel up and down Yggdrasil and not be eaten as he reached the top or the bottom.
So at this point we have the realm of man, and the Aesir, and the Vanir and many others furious with this poor squirrel. They would chase him with brooms, throw rocks at him, empty out his caches of food. So now is he not only running up and down all day to gather food, exchanging messages so he does not get eaten he is having to run for his life to. Well one day he decided to stop and stop he did. The 9 realms rejoiced no longer did they have this insidious fury little creature acosting them on their walks. No longer did the dwarves have to dig themselves out of their holes and dig new ones to get back to their mining. Every one started to get their bobbles and weapons when they were supposed to. Things we great.
The seasons passed, Winter, spring etc. For two passings of the seasons no one saw Ratatoskr and no one cared. Then things started to happen. You see few new trees, few new strawberries and the like were appearing. The forest creatures were now starving because no new plants were growing. The spring rains came and there were mud slides and flooding the likes of which the 9 realms had ever seen. Yggdrasil was heavily laden with seeds, the ground at its roots softened and eroded by flooding. The dwarven mines were pools.
The eagle would perch upon the top of Yggdrasil and Yggdrasil would shake. Níðhöggr would coil around the base of Yggdrasil to try hold it steady but in doing so would clamp around it so tightly that Yggdrasil began to starve for water. Yggdrasil was dying. The eagle would begin to flap his great wings as he held tightly to Yggdrasils top in his attempt to hold Yggdrasil upright. The winds from his flapping were causing remaining trees to topple. No one in the 9 realms understood what was happening and blamed each of the other realms for the current state of affairs. Ragnarok was coming.
The Aesir gathered in preparation they believed as others that Ragnarok had arrived. They went to Odin, all father, the All Knowing and pleaded with him to do something. Yggdrasil is dying they said, the animals are starving, we have nothing to hunt, we cannot gather food. We have no weapons because the dwarves cannot get into their mines. All the realms are hurting.
Odin looked around and he saw the devastation, he travelled the 9 realms and it was the same every where. On his travels he realized something was missing but could not quite figure out what. He went to Yggdrasil and indeed it was dying. He could feel Níðhöggr straining to hold up the great tree, he could see the eagle perched upon its top flapping his wings his attempt to hold the tree upright. Where was Ratatoskr?
Odin sat at the base of Yggdrasil for a day, no Ratatoskr, he sat there for a week, no Ratatoskr. After two weeks he stood up and went to the Aesir and asked if anyone has seen the squirrel and they all replied they had not. But they all had replied they were happy that he was gone. Again he went to the dwarves and asked the same and the response was the same.
Odin asked the eagle and Níðhöggr when they last saw Ratatoskr and their response was we have not seen him for two passing’s of the seasons. It was then Odin realized what was going on. He put out a call to the 9 realms to have Ratatoskr found. Nearly a month went by and indeed it looked like Ragnarok had arrived but finally Ratatoskr was found. Odin went to him and asked why he went away.
Ratatoskr recanted his story, he was tired of being chased, being yelled at, having stones thrown at him, having his food caches destroyed. He was tired of running up and down the tree all day and being loathed by the all the realms. But mostly he was tired and hungry and just wanted to sleep and eat. Odin looked at him and apologized to Ratatoskr. Odin explained to Ratatoskr that the 9 realms cannot survive without him. For even though Ratatoskr was small he did many important jobs that seemed insignificant on the surface, but overall they have a major impact on the welfare of the the 9 worlds. Odin then went on to say he will speak to the dwarves, and all the realms and explain that they need to be kind to Ratatoskr for without him the end would come. Ratatoskr agreed to go back to work, as he truly did miss it. The realms grumbled but the eagle and Níðhöggr were happy they could have their fun poking at each other again, and pass other messages about. The realms slowly returned to normal, Food was plentiful for all. The world tree recovered.
SO the Next time you see a squirrel… Be patient be understanding. For without him Ragnarok will come.
The earth the air the fire the water
The earth, the air, the fire, the water
Return, return, return, return
The earth, the air, the fire, the water
Return, return, return, return
Ae, ae, ae, ae aio, aio, aio, aio ae, ae, ae, ae
Aio, aio, aio, aio
The earth, the air, the fire, the water
Return, return, return, return
The earth, the air, the fire, the water
Return, return, return, return
Ae, ae, ae, ae aio, aio, aio, aio ae, ae, ae, ae
Aio, aio, aio, aio
The earth, the air, the fire, the water
Return, return, return, return
The earth, the air, the fire, the water
Return, return, return, return
Ae, ae, ae, ae aio, aio, aio, aio ae, ae, ae, ae
Aio, aio, aio, aio
The earth, the air, the fire, the water
Return, return, return, return
The earth, the air, the fire, the water
Return, return, return, return
Ae, ae, ae, ae aio, aio, aio, aio ae, ae, ae, ae
Aio, aio, aio, aio
We won’t wait any longer
Chorus
We won’t wait any longer, we are stronger than before
We won’t wait any longer, we are stronger
We have trusted no man’s promise
We have kept just to ourselves
We have suffered from the lies
In all the books upon your shelves
And our patience and endurance
Through the Burning Times and now
Have given us the strength to keep our vow (chorus)
You have grazed away the heather
And have razed the sacred grove
You have driven native people
From the places that they love
Though your greed has been unbounded
You have felt the pangs of shame
Every time you trod upon the Mother’s name (chorus)
Though you thought you had destroyed the memory of the Ancient Ways
Still the people light the bale fires every year on Solstice Day
And on Beltaine Eve and Samhain, you can find us on the hill
Invoking once again the Triple Will (chorus)
Through the ages many races have risen and have gone
But dispersed among the nations of the world we linger on
Now the time has come to take the sacred Cauldron of Rebirth
And fulfill our ancient pledges to the Earth (chorus 2x)
We are stronger
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EolQROHpg0Y
Captains log Covid Date 28.21.75
Well starting to miss the little things. The conveniences like going to Home Depot to browse, or Canadian tire. On line shopping does not quiet compare to being able to touch something, to pick it up, feel its weight, gauge how well it is constructed.
On the upside, I know there are a lot of people out of work and struggling for funds, how ever I am still working. I am finding the lowered gas prices and even though as previously mention the inconvenience of not being able to shop randomly for things is actually saving me money. I am also not at the current time getting caught up in the festival season. Not spending money I cannot otherwise afford but do so so I can meet up with friends. I can safely say the loss of some one else at the current time is definitely my gain.
It also means I am not stressing about being in crowds of people and be wondering just how much some one has tried to “destroy my life” as they said the were going to do. For now I am just soldiering on one day at a time. Grumbling at the inconvenience of it all but again some how the better for it.
StoneHeart
2 years and a bit ago I attended a harvest festival at Stoneheart, located in Coe hill. The hosts were Claudia Valdes and James Ljósviðr Hobson.
Situated on 42 acres of land Stoneheart is beautiful, Pristine forested land. Camping spots are were you can find a cleared area big enough to fit your tent. That is not to say the land has not been tamed to some degree, but it is not a manicured camp ground. And I like that about it.
The road leading in past the house is somewhat rough, from what I can tell it is an access road to get to the lower part of the property that was used to bring firewood out by the previous owner. You can drive down it but you will want a vehicle with decent ground clearance, tires and it is advised to drive slowly. Along the road there a several clearings that are reasonably level for setting up tents. The road slopes downward as you get further into the property and ends near two large clearings on the right hand side is the firepit area, on the left a clearing large enough to put in several tents.
I had the opportunity to fire keep at the event I attended and do some drumming as well with the talented Raven Black and her S/O Shawn Lint. I met Raven at Magik Morn while attending Ancestorfest. I love Ravens music she has that Janis Joplin/Grace Slick kind of sound.
Sadly I have not been able to return for another Harvest festival here due to other commitments, but that has changed so I definitely plan on going back. And I plan to keep better notes as this was pre blogging and I am running off memory to write this.
Magik Morn
Several years ago I attended my first Ancestorfest AKA Danafest AKA Wolfsong Gathering II. It was my second fest experience outside of things happening at Ravens Knoll. This gathering happens at Kim Morgans property near Lindsey Ontario. I had no clue what to expect other than the information I had on the property, and the knowledge that friends made at Ravens Knoll would be in attendance.
My first Ancestorfest I arrived earlyish. Early enough that I had day light to set up my tent, locate friends and to be greeted by the horses that were still in the field. I so yearned to hop on one and ride bare back through the grounds but decided against that. I did not have a chance yet to get food, other than the munchies I acquired on the way there. I felt like a newb…. only a tent and a flashlight, no chair, no stove, cooking implements. Thankfully the next morning friends offered coffee. It was a different experience all together, rough camping, no running water for where camping occured, what you brought in you brought back out. I had this! as a teen I had much experience with rough camping thanks to Scouts. Bathing in a Pond did not bother me in the least, and at least there were porta potties. Nicely decorated ones at that.
After getting my tent set up it was dark, the fire was lit, out came the drums (YAY I did bring mine) and the dancers, as it was known I was a fire tender at the Knoll I was given the opportunity over the course of the week-end to spell off the regular fire tenders when they needed a break. I felt at home here. I felt the freedom to just sit and enjoy the week end.
Saturday morning I slipped off to get food and provisions, explore the area abit, and be absolutely fascinated by the Buddhist temple that was being built nearby. In the afternoon explored the land enough to find the pond and take a swim. That brought back memories of the farm I grew up on and going for a swim in the creek. I finally registered for the event … it was much more relaxed than the knoll… some one was not at your site the minute you arrived to register you. But it was a small gathering, and I understand why it is more relaxed.
Saturday night another fire, this time with a ritual, the ritual was awesome, then drumming, dancing it was a late night I saw the sun come up. Thankfully I grabbed a quick nap that afternoon. It was great being able to mingle with people and get to know them. Sunday progessed, I was up mid to late afternoon I had to pack and go home…. I was somewhat sad to have to do this but I felt at home enough here that I definitely mad up my mind I would be returning the following year. And I have been back every year since.