The
"If you want it hard enough,
you can move the planets and the stars"
John Milton
Paradise Lost
We are Children of The Midnight Fire, we don't need a Crystal Ball to realize the obvious.
That is not to say, though, that such a lovely thing cannot have its uses...
Listen, listen to the
(Homage to ancient Nature)
WITCHNIGHT 1998
This is one of our
ceremonies of Light and Darkness,
rituals of Death and Rebirth.
What's being done is set in italics.
The Ritemaster walks inside the ring, and places the body, the mind, in the center of the Pentacle. Outside the ring awaits an unknown number of Strangers. Unknown until the Litany has been completed.
Look at the sky
The moon is in the east
The sun is in the west
Pinpricks of light called stars
Is visible to the naked eye
Sky is dark around the sun
Blue around the moon
Minute differences disappear
Enhanced inside a ring of fire
Day and night are One
A wave of a hand, a silent cry... And the fire and smoke envelop the witch.
I turn to the horizon in the west
I turn unafraid towards
What’s different, what’s unknown
Shrouded in mists of time and shadows
The Season of The Witch is here
Let the wind blow
THE GREETING/ENTERING:
Enter the circle with respect, but unafraid
If you want to turn away, now is the time
Walk through the Gate of Fire
And it’s forever closed, you’re forever free
The child of the Midnight Fire enters the witch ring. And repeat the oath not an oath.
I enter the circle with respect, but unafraid
I don’t turn away, this is the time
I walk through the Gate of Fire
It’s forever closed, I’m forever free
I turn to the windier northern fields
I turn unafraid towards
What’s different, what’s unknown
Shrouded in mists of time and shadows
The Season of The Witch is here
Let the wind blow
THE GREETING/ENTERING:
Enter the circle with respect, but unafraid
If you want to turn away, now is the time
Walk through the Gate of Fire
And it’s forever closed, you’re forever free
I enter the circle with respect, but unafraid
I don’t turn away, this is the time
I walk through the Gate of Fire
It’s forever closed, I’m forever free
THE RITEMASTER’S CALL
I turn to the tall mountains in the east...
I turn unafraid towards
What’s different, what’s unknown
Shrouded in mists of time and shadows
The Season of The Witch is here
Let the wind blow
THE GREETING/ENTERING:
|
Enter the circle with respect, but unafraid |
I enter the circle with respect, but unafraid |
THE RITEMASTER’S CALL
I turn to the deep forest of the south
I turn unafraid towards
What’s different, what’s unknown
Shrouded in mists of time and shadows
The Season of The Witch is here
Let the wind blow
THE GREETING/ENTERING:
Enter the circle with respect, but unafraid
If you want to turn away, now is the time
Walk through the Gate of Fire
And it’s forever closed, you’re forever free
I enter the circle with respect, but unafraid
I don’t turn away, this is the time
I walk through the Gate of Fire
It’s forever closed, I’m forever 
free
I can sense it, I feel it
The change in the Earth and the sky
And everything in - between
The hooded man times five
Gathers inside the fire ring
Singing the song of the wild
Stirring the stir of the Earth
We feel it now, a joy, a sharp pain
Sensing it, finally, in every way
The Darkness, welcoming us
Dust and Dirt, Ashes and Flames
