~ Samhain Dedication ~
Golden leaves curl and crackle, falling, baring skeleton trees. We can hear the geese call like the horns of Herne, beckoning us back home. We feel our bones, raw and fragile. The chill night air reminds us of where we have been before. We return to death’s door, remembering where we came from, reentering Gaia’s womb. The ancient ones call to us. They tell us the Earth is magic. Our bodies are rooted here, entwined in time yet reaching skyward, seeking the one sacred source that radiates from the invisible world, a world of whispers. Words, images, symbols come softly, freely, and awaken our senses. They beckon us. We are of the old craft and we know where our magic lies—between space and time, connecting both worlds, seeing, unseeing. Tonight we celebrate Samhain. Illusion fades as we enter the gateway into the Witches’ world. As above, so below; as within, so without; as the universe, so the soul. We see the one power in the phases of the Moon. We see the one power in the heat of the Sun. Together they represent our heavenly parents; the Goddess and the God; Queen of the darkness and Father of the light. In many names and guises they reveal themselves to us. Tonight we will don the mask of a chosen one and align ourselves with that deity in perfect love and perfect trust. State the god or goddess that you wish to dedicate yourself to for this coming year. Place a white, black, or red mask on your face as you say the name and light a votive in his or her honor. Playing trance music, journey with your chosen deity. Journal the messages you receive.