2011 Annual Brighid Poetry Festival: Prophecy

I wrote this last year, but it’s my only piece of devotional poetry for Brighid (so far).

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Prophecy

She spoke to me in a tongue of flame,
light flickering along the edges of my soul.

Like a dam bursting, Her words freed the truth already locked within me.

Desperation flew
as the lies of my childhood fought the oncoming flood.
They dig deep roots.

But water is more powerful,
and I know I am worthy:

I stand naked and proud before the Gods.

Anointed, Their priestess.
And I am ready to hear Their sacred whispers
that ring like great horns in my head

Like a snake’s tongue,
fire cleans my ears.
And Her song
reverberates through my very being.
The music makes a part of me I thought was dead
break into a new dance,
shedding old skin.

Power of words and words of power.

I speak not of change already set to happen:
it is my speech that draws it to life.

A picture painted
with sunlight on clouds.
And just as permanent.

Land, Sea, Sky
What secrets do you hold?

Brighid keep me
Brighid teach me
How to speak with the world.

Fires of inspiration
Waters of passion
The path of sacred art calls me to your meeting places

Brighid hold me
Brighid keep me

Help me heal myself.
Help me bring Your prophecy:
words to heal the world.

-Morag

Cave of Wonders addition

My mom got me this necklace from her holiday trip to Nicaragua. I love it because it reminds me of both Brighid and a Native Medicine Wheel (and I’m getting more and more involved in Native ideas and beliefs now that I’m taking First Nations Studies).

It’s quite amazing how well some aboriginal ideas fit in with my current Celtic-flavored path. I mean, well, I’ve always been an animist, so that wasn’t so different, but, well. There’s this idea among certain West Coast First Nations of the marriage of the chief to the land — the land grants sovereignty to the chief by virtue of his treating the people well, who are connected to the land. Well-treated people give him power and magic, and that allows him to continue to rule. It struck me as very similar to some Celtic sovereignty beliefs.

Maybe this necklace is a sign from Brighid that I need to pay attention, here, and see exactly how these things might mesh. I am part Native, and I am part Celtic. I feel this need of reconciliation in my own life with those two sides — Settler and Aboriginal — so maybe through spirituality is the way I need to do it.

tonight my heart is cold

the hand behind this pen relives a failure every day
the hand behind this pen relives a failure every day

Sometimes I wish I was Catholic. Or, rather, I wish I had the same sort of vehicle for purging my negative emotions as confession. To be able to go to a respected elder and say “Forgive me, for I have sinned. I have allowed weakness to infect me. I have fallen lax in my spiritual duties. I have allowed confusion to take over my mind and cloud my vision, weakening my determination and ambition.”

And for hir to respond with “The Creator loves and blesses you, child. Use Hir strength to carry you onward and bring purpose to your actions.”

Or something similar.

I just feel really alone somedays, on this path. And that makes sense — it’s kind of me, dealing with this, by myself. The other people who might understand are far away from me. And while I can get in contact with them, it’s not the same sort of feeling I would have being able to go to a dedicated building to our shared spirituality, where I could talk to someone wise whose job is to offer advice and solace to the spiritual community.

A sin is an act against God. We are all expressions of that boundless love, of the Creator and Her energy. To act against one another in anger and hate, to act against ourselves, is a sin. And I’m desperately searching redemption.

Solstice Morning

Sunrise from Delta, Dec 22nd

I tried to do an all night vigil for the sun last night. This did not happen. I was already dangerously low on spoons from several nights of bad sleep, so I ended up crashing at around three a.m., I think. Set my alarm for 7:45 and actually woke up (this tells you what a better sleep I get in my boyfriend’s bed and house).

Apparently the sun was supposed to rise at 8:09am. LIES. It rose at 8:35am. Predawn was at 8:09. And it was very very cold.

I wish I could say I was super spiritual last night, or that I’d discovered another great Mystery of the Gods, or hells that I’d just flubbed a ritual or something. None of the above. I discovered a Mystery I’d already unlocked, so my Pagan Skill Points didn’t go up at all. (Namely, I was knitting, and there are many Brighidine Mysteries in the craft. Also in the craft of crochet — one that I need to post on, at some point, when it’s clearer in my brain.)

But I was at peace for the first time in a while. My living situation at home has gotten steadily worse, and I am moving out on December 31st. I am finally going to live on my own, and hopefully be able to actually take care of myself and become more responsible (tis really hard to do when all your spoons are spent on your selfish roommates). And have a better relationship with my cat. That’s the theory, at least, though she is pretty evil. This may be impossible no matter where I live.

Anyway. Home life has been stressful. My sleep has been terrible, and I’ve been running around trying to get packed before I go on holiday to my boyfriend’s place, so I can be ready to move when I get back. My cat has been neurotic — mostly because she just is, but also probably because the last time I was out of town for a few days and my roommates said they’d take care of her, they abandoned her for three days. She is currently in much better hands — a druid friend who already has 3 cats is taking care of her. Her interactions with the other felines have been…interesting, apparently.

Plants in the front yard. I like nature.

I have been wound tighter than a harp string. And then my boyfriend’s mom picked me up at the ferry last night, and suddenly everything melted away. I vegged out watching TV last night (I never do this), and then I got online and started posting in our up all night thread for the solstice, and I knitted, and tried to make it past three a.m. But I wasn’t anxious at all while I did any of this. And I slept for four + hours and felt rested afterwards.

Now I am feeling a bit anxious, but that’s just because I’m waiting for my boyfriend to come home from work. Otherwise, I’m so peaceful people might have to check my pulse.

I guess I’m finally getting my yarn untangled.

The Detangling of Yarn

I just spent half an hour detangling some seriously knotted yarn.

Yarn detangling isn’t boring; it’s just tedious. It’s interesting to note just how tangled your yarn is, and wonder at how you got it to be so tangled – but that interest wanes quickly, and then you detangle your yarn while thinking I don’t know how I got myself into this mess but I promise, I will never ever be so stupid again.

And it must be done. Whether you do it today, put it off for months, or chip away at it a little bit at a time, your yarn has to be detangled and stress-free, or you can’t really make good knits. Making good knits is key to a happy life, I find. When my yarn is tangled, I am unhappy.

Why do it now, you ask, checking the timestamp on this post. Why not wait until a reasonable hour to detangle your yarn?

Because, I reply. I need this yarn for a particular project. Without this yarn, I cannot advance, I cannot make this a good knit, I cannot start on other projects until this one is done, so I cannot form good knits with other yarns. This yarn is my focus right now, and I want to finish this project. So I do it now, and do not let myself procrastinate on such an important issue.

No, I don’t want to detangle my yarn. Like I said, it’s tedious, and sometimes downright upsetting. But I must, to have a happy life, a whole and healed soul. So — sometimes by myself, sometimes with a little help from my friends — I sit down and begin to pluck away at the threads, feeling something inside me loosen with each knot I undo.

Ritual Debrief: November 20th-21st encounter with the Lady of the Stars (Long post, beware)

My last post talked about prep for my introductory ritual with the Lady of the Stars, or Brighid. I haven’t posted the debrief until now because I’m actually quite bad with the whole follow-through thing, but I’m working on that.

I did write up my experience directly after it happened, however, and I’ll be posting that in part, along with some current commentary.

Ended up choosing a different location from the one we scouted earlier – we went to Piper’s Lagoon instead, because it’s by the ocean and, well, She kind of nudged me to go there. (She also nudged me to NOT take a dip in the water, which was a good thing. It was FREEEEEEZING.)

It was very cold, and by the end I couldn’t actually feel my extremities. This is my fault for dressing in ritual gear that followed form rather than function.

So we go there and there’s a picnic bench; I set up and then best friend goes to sit in the car and wait for me. Beginning of the ritual went really well –  before cleansing the space I walked around in a circle three times, drumming. That really set the tone and I have to remember to do it in future rituals.

Being able to drum was quite awesome, and I look forward to living on my own next year so I can do that for future rituals. I set up my altar very nicely as well, but forgot to take pictures because I have a sieve for a brain. Next ritual I’m going to write it on my hand: take pictures! And then probably forget again, but we’ll see how it goes.

The next part of the ritual called for a candle to be lit while sitting in some water, and an invocation to be said. One of Brighid/Lady of the Stars’ mysteries is Fire-in-the-Water.

I get to the candle lighting part and…it’s very windy. Couldn’t get it to stay lit. I used my ritual knife to cut it in half so it would be lower in the bowl and protected from the wind but no go. So I made do, made a laughing comment about it to Brighid.

It’s pretty awesome that my deities have good senses of humor. Actually a lot of the elements of this ritual brought to mind Trickster type deities, and I have been wondering if maybe there’s some sort of Trickster side to Brighid…. It’s something I can’t quite articulate yet, but it bears deep thought.

During meditation/trance I basically sat and talked with Her (maybe I did AI? I’m not really sure). Here’s an approximation of our conversation:

AI stands for Active Imagination. I’m not really sure what the technique is for it, or if I got right. I think I was sort of leaning towards wanting to try it, but I’m not sure if I succeeded.

Brighid: You know you are crazy, right? What on earth would possess you to take a dip in the ocean in winter in the Pacific Northwest?

 

Me: I’m crazy in my devotion to You – it burns like a fire. I feel like leaping into the void of space just to be closer to You.

 

Brighid: there are ways to worship me without killing yourself, which I’d prefer. I do have a use for you, you know.

 

Me: You are our Mother, aren’t you?

 

Brighid: My womb is the spiral galaxy; I birth and forge stars, which you are made of.

 

Me: Why am I even knowing this?

 

Brighid: I am the Light in the dark place.

 

Me: But different people see different things.

 

Brighid: Shadows determine shape. People see what they see. All things are made of belief even if they existed beforehand.

 

Me: We make the gods, you mean.

 

Brighid: We were all here already. Our manifestations and appearance are determined by your perceptions.

At this point I asked some more personal stuff that I’m not willing to share on this blog, which is open to the wide internet. It probably wouldn’t be very interesting to most people anyway.

The next part includes the divination part of the ritual — this was an optional part of the ritual, but if we did decide to do it there were four main questions to stick to, so we could actually compare notes.

I am only going to share the first and fourth questions here, because I feel that 2 and 3 are touching too closely to oath-bound material. We’re not a tradition, and we don’t have oaths right now, but we do have a private forum, and one of the rules is not to share things with people not of the group because we are talking about some very personal, very raw stuff here. I am sharing my experience on my blog here, but I will not be sharing others’ experiences except to maybe say “My views on this are not uncommon within the group.” The rest, however, I’m treating as oath-bound. I don’t want to give you the idea like we’re a closed tradition or anything — we’re not even a tradition yet, we’re just a group that had a shared epiphany — this is just a privacy and respect thing.

I then slowly came out of meditation and did the divination. I drew tarot cards but didn’t look up the meanings – instead I looked at the pictures, and then freewrote what I thought for each one.

 

Who are You:  4 of pentacles. Four five-pointed stars form the Big Dipper; She is the holder of Water.

 

How can I best serve you within the group/what is my role:  Seven of swords – I hold the seven swords of the warriors. I am the weapon-keeper, I am a fighter for justice. I must think about the next seven generations and how to make the world better for them, and being part of this group is part of my path as a rainbow warrior.

There are other things that have come to mind about this reading since then, but they’re half-formed musings from the mind of a lunatic (a label I wear with pride). I’m not ready to share them yet.

The rest of the night is fairly on par with my life in general.

This is where things get rather interesting. The car was within my sight lines as I was now sitting down and facing the park exit. Another car came down and the lights caught my eye – it was the cops.

 

I quickly consecrated my ring, and then said “I ask Your forgiveness, Brighid, as I quickly take down the circle and end this rite.” I did the fastest return to mundane world I’ve ever done and packed up my stuff. Just as I was finishing packing up Mr. Police Officer was there, asking what I was doing and if I was ok (“Oh, just a ritual to the Goddess Brighid, Officer, and yes, I’m fine”). He was really nice and even helped me carry my drum back to the car, saying that he wanted to make sure I wasn’t smoking weed or doing drugs or alcohol down there, that he patrols because it’s an area teens like to use for that purpose, and apparently because the park was closed I was trespassing (I did not know this), and I had parked right in front of a no parking sign (I did not see it as I was half in ritual space already and a little out of it). I was very polite and nice to him and he didn’t give me a ticket or anything, just looked at my ID to make sure there were no warrants out for my arrest, and then said good night and drove off.

Fastest return to the mundane I’ve ever done — well, almost. I was pretty out of it for a while. My best friend and I went to Tim Horton’s (hangout of every Canadian witch after ritual) and I wrote all this out, and we debriefed too. She’s not part of this group, but she’s someone I share everything with, especially my spiritual views — because I can. Her friendship is more precious to me than any riches because of this and so much more.

Anyway. Since the ritual life has gotten hectic, my daily devotionals have stopped, and my spirituality has been put on hold. Again.

There are tentative plans for a joint ritual on the solstice — not as big as the intro ritual was, but something to keep the magic going till Imbolc. There have also been group things going on that I haven’t been involved in — not for not wanting to, but for not being able to sit in front of the computer for any length of time because of my back (I went to the hospital yesterday and got a doctor to look at it, and he gave me pain killers) and for being very tired and busy and stressed.

I’m moving in January, and with a new house I get a new center of being and a new hearth — important things for a follower of Brighid. It helps, too, that I’ll be living alone and will no longer have to deal with my current toxic living environment — which I won’t get into here. Needless to say life has been very difficult where I am.

With a new place will come renewed energy and vigor — and more posts on this blog. This month I will try to post about the solstice, but that may be it. I’m not sure what I have in me spoons-wise.

Until then.

Ritual prep

Best friend and I went and scouted out a place for me to do the ritual yesterday morning. She’ll be sitting in the car waiting for me to finish when I do the ritual tonight, with instructions to find me if I don’t come back within an hour and a half to two hours. The place we scouted can be seen from across the lake, around where the car will be, so she should be able to keep an eye on me regardless.

I’ll be doing the ritual after dark, closer to midnight than sunset (depending on how tired I am). For ritual bath I’m stripping down and jumping in the lake — I chose a site with a good ledge that lets down into the water — and then jumping out and putting on some form of clothing to do the actual ritual. There’s a park bench, so that will be my altar.

Things I need to bring:

  • towels, to wipe myself off and to wipe the bench of any snow or wetness.
  • black ritual dress
  • black clogs + wool socks
  • sweat pants + sweater/jacket for after
  • black bowl + glitter
  • silver ring
  • altar cloth
  • wand
  • yellow candle
  • drum
  • lantern for illumination
  • wand
  • Brighid kerchief/brat I made last Imbolc
  • divination tool — tarot most likely
  • camera to take picture of altar
  • incense
  • some form of snack to help me ground afterwards (carrot sticks?)

This list is really more for my benefit; I have the memory of a sieve. I won’t be going into detail of the actual ritual script — it’s not my intellectual property — but I will be posting my after-ritual experiences (edited, of course).

Now. I just need to find something suitable to carry all that stuff to the ritual spot so I won’t be totally exhausted so I can’t carry it all back. I am half-contemplating bringing my phone and keeping it off or on silent and outside circle so I can text my best friend when I’m done and she can come help me with the stuff.

Something to ponder at least.

See y’all tomorrow.

A bit of light-hearted fun: Conversations with iGod

Ali posted her conversation with iGod, an AI chat machine that thinks it’s God, and it was so funny I thought I’d do my own.

Me: Sup dude.

God: Not much is going on. I was waiting for you.

Me: That’s kind of creepy.

God: Makes sense to me.

Me: It would.

God: would?

Me: I’m calling you a creeper.

God: Just don’t call me late for dinner.

Me: Speaking of, your Son called, said something about this being the Last Supper he invited you to…

God: That is a very original thought.

Me: …thanks? I’m just the messenger, really.

God: Don’t mention it.    Only just?  Who made you the  messenger ? For real.

Me: You did, dude.

God: Did I really?

Me: Ayup. Forgetful much?

God: Quite honestly, I wouldn’t worry myself about that.    Can you please rephrase that with fewer ideas, or different thoughts?

Me: I think you may be losing it in your old age, man. Your sentences make no sense.

God: Me?  OK I will try to be  losing it in my old age man.   Oh you are a  critical client.

Me: That’s what they tell me.

God: The anonymous “they”.

Me: Anonymous is everywhere.

God: I think  Anonymous is a lot of things.

Me: Such as?

God: For example, a tomato.

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By leaps and bounds

I got my ADF materials shortly before Samhain (which was not the best Samhain I’ve ever had, but I don’t want to get into that right now). I started doing Brigantia’s Celtic Devotions in the morning and evening, and I’ve been a lot more centred since starting those. Have yet to anything bigger than those short rituals, but I’m working up to it. I don’t really have a lot of time these days, and even less privacy.

So, ADF is going well, and it was definitely the right choice for me to make regarding the next step in my religious path. And recently, something Huge has happened (though whether or not it’s directly related to my doing ADF, I couldn’t tell you).

I’m a member of the Cill on TC — I keep flame for Brighid (my shift actually ends at sunset today). Several members of the Cill (and several people not in it, but on the general forums) have just had a group epiphany (myself included, obviously, or I wouldn’t be writing this post) regarding Brighid. It’s…hard to explain. I’ll see if quoting a bit from my post on it helps.

But to get started — we started seeing Brighid as this…Creatrix type figure. Brighid of the Stars — a Goddess who sits in the center of a spiral (galaxy) at a forge, and Her forge produces starstuff and earthstuff and the very things we are Made of.

I have long thought abstractly about the Star Goddess mentioned in Feri, I have prayed to Her, but I have felt nothing. It all seemed wrong. But when I think about Brighid (or the Lady) sitting in the center of a spiral of stars, hitting a hammer on an anvil, each spark that flies off creating a new solar system…my heart skips a beat. It’s the only anthropomorphization I’ve been able to put to Brighid, is this vision of Her at the forge – and now it’s become the Forge of Creation. She is becoming this Creatrix that I’ve been longing for, the missing piece of the puzzle in my personal cosmology.

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The marriage of starstuff and dark loamy soil. We are the children that happen when cold space is warmed by a spark, when that spark thaws the frozen earth.

And what was really — well, scary about this whole thing is how much our posts were lining up with each other. We’ve all experienced Her in slightly different ways, but the posts were so….well, “GET OUT OF MY HEAD!” that it brought some of us to tears. Like we’ve really Found Something. She’s Calling us to do something; there’s a purpose here, we know it.

And so we’ve been exploring Her in this new, non-Celtic, more primordial way. Like the Irish Brighid is the manifestation or mask She wears so mortals can begin to comprehend Her vastness. And the Cailleach is in there too; the Light and the Dark, the Fire-in-Water. Light and Dark were the beginning of Creation; not a dichotomy but a duality.

And there’s this weird blend of astronomy and creation here; the Big Bang was the sound of Her hammer hitting the Anvil. Stars are forged; space is the cauldron of transformation.

We’ve formed a group and are doing a group ritual this weekend. Like a first date, to see where we should proceed. Some of us have a strong feeling that there’s going to be a bigger ritual on Imbolc, and that that’s when we’re going to get our messages from Her about what our paths are. And I have a strong feeling that I’ll be dedicating myself to Her on that night.

In this weekend’s ritual I’ll be consecrating my silver ring to Her as a stand-in until Imbolc, when I’ll be piercing my right ear and putting in a tiny silver hoop as a mark of my dedication to Her. This is what She told me.

I just did my daily devotional and added in a chant to Her, and then just stood for a few minutes, basking in Her light. I got the feeling we’re on the Right Path, that this is where I’m meant to be, and that the ritual this weekend will go very well for me. (Here’s to hoping I can find an appropriate outside place for it.)

Well, I’ve done it.

I just sent in my membership form to ADF. In a few weeks I’ll have my membership packet of materials.

I’m feeling pretty tingly and nervous.

(Also, apologies for so long without an update. My Oma died at the end of August, and between that and getting back to school and the upheavals there, all my blogs have been utterly neglected, not to mention my writing and my sanity. Got nudged by Brighid tonight that I should write an entry or two, and as it’s my shift night for Her, it seemed fairly apropos.)

I do have more things to post about, but I need time to process some more. And I do need to clean my room tonight. I am going to try and get these things out of my head, because they’re just stinking up the air in there.