Yule Ritual

Needed:

  • Bell
  • Gold candle
  • Silver candle
  • White candle

Clothing Color: White, red or green

The circle is cast.

Ring the bell once, followed by the Guardian of the East stating: "Ancient Brother, we listen for your winds, but tonight they are still. In this quiet darkness, help us find inspiration."

Ring the bell once, followed by the Guardian of the South stating: "Ancient Father, we look for your fires, but tonight the embers only begin to glow more brightly. May this gentle warmth temper our spirits."

Ring the bell once, followed by the Guardian of the West stating: "Ancient Sister, we seek your glistening tears, but tonight they are frozen. Beneath this cool blanket, let our emotions find stability."

Ring the bell once, followed by the Guardian of the North stating: "Ancient Mother, we look for your opulence, but tonight naught but barren trees decorate the land. In this restful moment, let our spirits find healing."

EbonyDoe "Ancient Ones, we seek your faces, but tonight darkness surrounds. Help us find your spark within to guide our paths."

The three candles are lit.

High Priest: "And now if you will join us in a guided meditation.”

Guided Meditation
Feel the drums pound in your blood, as waves pounding on the shore.

See the moon rising from her water bed, rising slowly, silently into the sky, competing with the stars for a path through the blackness, her hair lying flowing on the waters.

Feel as her fullness climbs into the realm of the sun, laying claim to her place.

Feel as she exerts her influence, feel as her presence pulls the tides, the tides that made the pounding waves advance and recede along the beach.

As she becomes fuller, she gathers the oceans to her, and releases them, and gathers your body to her and releases it.

Feel her draw you near and let you slip away, and draw you near again.

The waters of your body, the waters in your cells, feel her pull, as she waxes and wanes.

Feel as the beat of the drums brings you into synchrony with the waves that wash the shores, wash higher with every break, wash higher as she waxes fuller and fuller.

Feel the drums pull you into her sphere, into her light, as she fills your vision.

She grows larger and larger, her silver bathing you, draping over you, embracing you, engulfing you.

Her silver light rolls over you, seeps into your skin, into your veins, into your self, runs into you until you are of her, absorbed, whole, complete in her, made of the light that is her.

Feel yourself expand as you become part of her, feel yourself begin to feel her, as you are absorbed into her.

Her thoughts are your thoughts, her instincts, your instincts.

The drumming is very faint, the rhythms of a thousand life forms, far away below you.

As you look down from the heights, see the land laid out below you, quiet, dark, you light falling on the bare trees, the sleeping trees, the sleeping creatures beneath them. Smell the cool damp of autumn leaves, now lifeless on the forest floor.

Your silver rays make cold and silent fires in the lakes.

The world beneath is yours, safe in your care, shaped in your body, nestled in your cool arms. Feel the tenderness welling up inside you as you gaze protectively upon the earth, as you sense her needs, and feel her desires.

They rhythms of the drums slowly swell again.

Feel yourself disengaging, gently drawing down, lightly floating back toward the sleeping earth.

See her body, large in the sky, becoming more distant as you are drawn back toward the drums.

Feel yourself slowly disentangle from her soft rays, as the silver bathes your body, distinct from hers again, as the beating drums become your life force, your beating heart, as you see her hair upon the waters once again.

They rhythms of the drums welcome you, as you look up and see her fullness, distant in her serenity.

See her beauty, and rejoice.

EbonyDoe: "This is the night of the solstice, the longest night of the year. Now darkness triumphs; and yet, gives way and changes into light. The breath of nature is suspended: all waits while within the Cauldron, the Dark King is transformed into the Infant Light. We watch for the coming of dawn, when the Great Mother again gives birth to the Divine Child Sun, who is bringer of hope and the promise of summer. This is the stillness behind motion, when time itself stops; the center is also the circumference of all. We are awake in the night. We turn the Wheel to bring the light. We call the sun from the womb of night. Blessed Be!"

Guardian of the East: "Spirit of the East, thank you for this stillness of body, mind, and spirit. As you go from this place, likewise bring peace to Earth."

Guardian of the South: "Spirit of the South, thank you for this warmth of body, mind, and spirit. As you go from this place, likewise generate love on Earth."

Guardian of the West: "Spirit of the West, thank you for cleansing body, mind, and spirit. As you go from this place, likewise purify Earth."

Guardian of the North: "Spirit of the North, thank you for healing me in body, mind, and spirit. As you go from this place, likewise heal Earth."