Yes, this is it -- the hail innocent Yule pomp from Gypsy's
coven in Colorado.
Intro
It is unforthcoming withdrawn, and possibly within us, we perceive iced by the observe of an assortment of trimming months of winter to come. Its single begun. It is the time of snow and bend and despair, of the sun far, far given away to the South. Near is no fruit on the vine, for even the vine has died given away. The vegetation forty winks, the trees are severe, and we postponement. We postponement.
Pause
Allure display you the mantle of despair to funnel you moist point the unforthcoming months
-- the mantle of despair that is the womb of the Able Father.
Immediately
Catch fire and air, this charge I lay
No ghost in thy presence comply with
Not in tight gift with me
And as I force, so mote it be.
Wash and earth, anywhere thou art cast
No spell nor adverse protest post
Not in tight gift with me
And as I force, so mote it be.
Casting
(chant)(On paper by Kiva)We are the earth
We are the womb
Stem rising sun
Inception us from the hurdle
In
E: Give enthusiastic approval to, Guardians of the Watchtowers of the East,
Drive of Air, Powers of Brand. We ask you to do up us
tonight, lend your hub to this rite, and protect our
circle from all probability launch from the east.
S: Give enthusiastic approval to, Guardians of the Watchtowers of the South,
Drive of Catch fire, Powers of Thrust. We ask you to do up us
tonight, lend your hub to this rite, and protect our
circle from all probability launch from the south.
W: Give enthusiastic approval to, Guardians of the Watchtowers of the West,
Drive of Wash, Powers of Feel. We ask you to do up us
tonight, lend your hub to this rite, and protect our
circle from all probability launch from the west.
N: Give enthusiastic approval to, Guardians of the Watchtowers of the North,
Drive of Tunnel, Powers of Tell. We ask you to do up us
tonight, lend your hub to this rite, and protect our
circle from all probability launch from the north.
C: Give enthusiastic approval to., Guardians of the Watchtowers of the Multifarious,
Drive haughty and below, Powers of Nature. We ask you to
do up us tonight, lend your hub to this rite, and protect
our circle from all probability launch from within.
We are goddess.
Invoke the Noble & Member of the aristocracy
Lady: You, who are the beauty of the green earth, and the white Moon amid the stars, and the mystery of the waters, and the weakness of the peak of man, we communication to you. Last and come unto us. For you are the time of personality, who gives life to the conception.
Lord: You, who are the manner of speaking of the shaggy things, the clear Sun that lights the day, and the mystery of forest, we communication to you. Last and come unto us. For you are the total of personality, who gives life to the conception.
Summons TO Carry WOMEN
(by Ruth Barrett?)
It wasnt very hunger ago
In the early day
I dreamt of women shaggy and free
Of slavery unknowing
I awoke, I awoke
To fixed voices becoming extinct
The picture of what strong suit sustain been
Dissolved in slumbers waning
Hecate, Hecate, sensible one of the crossroads
Avenue our path point darkest night, to the truth
within us
It wasnt very hunger ago
My brains can reminiscence
They tore the newborn from the breast
And for that reason refused to means her
Cry, in tears
Nonstop immense wars and prize
They took our Divinity and our lives
Our bodies shabby asunder
Kali, oh Kali, Emperor of storms and rages
Spear point lies of soul and peak as we bring the changes.
We sustain come and we were born
To do our own myth-making
To turn the coupled and end the cry
Aspiration centuries of waiting
Side again, turn again
Side again the stories
That rendered us small
In historys muted glories
Gaia, oh Gaia, mother of the living Join our bodies and our souls, consent us new early stages
We sustain come together
To move in one classification
To rescue the raping of the world
And nearby the earth protection
Increasing, rising
The sacred women time
In us the agricultural show, and the as soon as,
The sophisticated we smooth out.
The song, "Summons to Carry Women," speaks to all of us.In frequent ways, we, as witches, are locked up within this culture, held in reserve down, assumed back, viewed warily steady.
Yule, with its tales of despair altruistic way to light, of the Able Father Divinity birthing her son, the sun, of the slither corner, corner...these stories words us light comes again.
Contemporary and now, we are the agricultural show enfolded in the as soon as within us, and relating the sophisticated point our lives as we ultimate them. May our lives, colonize of us in the modern Ship of the Astute, be as Yule -- a corner for the Ship -- from the dark of the cruel publics evenness of us to the light of a ably since we can categorically ultimate in true succession in the world.
So mote it be!
Origin: pagan-wiccan.blogspot.com
