Samhain Ritual for a Small Circle


  • Sword

Older Woman to Older Man:
“One-eye, Wanderer, God of wisdom,
Hunt-lord, hail, who leads the hosting!
Nine nights hanging, knowledge gaining,
Cloaked at crossroads, council hidden.
Now the night, your time, is near us —
Right roads send us on, Rune-winner.”

Older Man to Older Woman:
“Every age your eye has witnessed;
Cauldron-Keeper, hail wise Crone!
Rede in riddles is your ration —
Wyrd-weaving at the World-tree's root.
Eldest ancient, All-knowing one,
Speak secrets to us, send us vision.”

Young Woman to Younger Man:
“Lord of Life, hail Land-Master!
God of grain that grows and dies
And rises reborn, full of richness;
Fallow fields shall yet be fertile —
Spring sap runs as stirs your phallus
Bless barren earth, let it bear again!”

Younger Man to Younger Woman:
“Snow-shoes striding, hail swift Huntress!
Wild one, free and willful Goddess
Bow and blade you bear beside you,
Finding food to fend off hunger —
Winter will not leave us wanting;
Give good hunting, grant us skill.”

Ushering in the New Year
“Welcome winter, waning season,
Now with night the new year comes;
Hail the horse's head with blessings —
Blessings be on those who bide here
And indeed on all the world!”

“Wide are the world gates,
Sights to be sent us;
Ready for rede-gifts,
We wait for your wisdom.”

“Grateful, we give now, gifts of our own
Heart-work and hand-work the hearth shall grace;
Happiness, harmony, health in the new year,
Send to the world and we in it, we wish you.”

“To watching winds we wish fair traveling;
To sleepless dead sweet rest we send;
Gods and Goddesses, go with praises —
See: the circle is severed thus.”

Cut in the east with the sword.