Druid's Rite of Invocation Samhain 2014
Druid's Rite of Invocation Samhain 2014
Led by Ash the Silent /|\
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ATS: (Opening)
We are Children of the Night Sky. We hold our rites then.
The Rites are to build patterns in our Hearts
Once we have the pattern, we can go beyond the rites.

Follow the Rites until you need them not. These rites are meant to lead you where we most need to go - They come from the sky, 
from the earth, 
from the gods of sky and earth.
For this reason, they are of us - in us - and for us.
And we will have the Druid's Rite  a Rite of Invocation and remembrance of our Sacred Past  our gods and ancestors. 

As we approach the sacred grove,
With minds and hearts, flesh and bone
Join us now in ways of Old -
We have come Home.

I hold my lantern up on high
To catch the falling tears of night
Command my heart to make a call
To gather light and gather dark.

One single spark is all it takes at last
To call a circle into being
A beacon on the farthest hill
For those who are looking - 
For those who are seeing.

So we shall cast a circle:

FireTender, I charge you with lighting the torches
that keep at bay the minions and creatures of the Dark.

Spel: The Watchtower of the North - The realm of the Gods.

ATS:  The Watchtower of the East - The realm of the Sidhe

Spel:  The Watchtower of the South - The realm of the Stars

ATS:  The Watchtower of the West -  The realm of the Dead

Fire tender races around and torches at the rim of the
circle to MUCH DRUMMING!

The Fire Tender will go to microphone and say:

FT: I kindle the sacred fire in wisdom, love, and power. 
Sacred fire burn within us. 
Folk: Sacred fire burn within us.

FT: starts the fire.

AtS:  Let the drums begin!   Much DRUMMING and cheering!!!!!

Smoke and Mirrors

AtS light sage	

Spel:  Smoke rises up and takes on form. 
It is the sweet breath of the Gods. 
It opens the door to the other worlds, other realms.
To the ultimate and to truth. 

AtS holds mirror.

Spel:  Mirrors are also doorways, worlds and realms reflecting into each other.
Smoke is the inner door, mirrors are the outer one.
We are all creatures of many worlds. We are all smoke. We are all mirrors.
Let us all see this ritual thru the smoke and mirrors that reflect our innermost selves. 

Statement of Purpose

 We stand at the portal at the end of the year in a place that
is not a place and a time that is not in time. In this portal,
we are neither in the past or the future, nor are we in our
accustomend world, but are in the eternal present in the Summer Lands, the Lands of the Dead, the Realm of Ancestors.

In this rite we remember and dream: we Dream and Invoke. For what are dreams but veiled rememberances?

And so, we walk the pattern, we call our gods to enter us, we remember our past lives, loves and lessons. 
We summon all the dark gods, The Norns of Fate, those goddesses who hold our blood in their veins, 
our Ancestors and those who have walked before us on the twisted Path of the Wise. 

AtS:  And thus we invoke:
Firstly, she who heralds the light of rebirth  she who is the peace within the heart of raging fire, 
within the center of the whirling tide. She who is the eye of the storm and the heart of the Phoenix.
 Salame, Salaam, Shalom.

Lady of Peace
Keeper of the shroud
And of the cup
The Prayer of the flame
Within the flesh
Within the bone
Thee we invoke.
By the dancers in the temple
Whose feet weave patterns
Of life and death and light
By the pledge that reaches to the heavens
Thee we invoke.
Speak through your Priestess, Ash the Silent /|\

Blood to blood, I call to thee.
Hecate, draw near
By the dark of the moon
By the whisper in the black of night
By the crossroads of the soul
I call thee.
Sharp point of knowledge
Keeper of the shadows
And of the names 
which bind
Spirit to blood
Blood to blade
Life to death
Speak through your Priest, Spelcastor
Come to this place. Thee we invoke.

Ring Bell 3 times or gong

ATS:  It is said that the dead have a journey to make.

Spel:  It is said that the dead cross a river on their journey.

ATS:  It is said that the river becomes filled with their memories.

Spel:  It is said that the river is filled with their wisdom.

ATS:  It is said that the river comes to the surface as sacred springs.

Spel:  It is said that those who drink from those springs

BOTH:  Receive the wisdom and the memories of the dead.

"Minions, please gather your bowls of fresh spring water that you might asperse those present with the wisdom 
 and memories of the dead. (They get water from altar and begin aspersing crowd. After they have started.) 

Spel reads:
We are the stricken,
Dying of Death,
Shrouded in weeds,
Wrapped in our loss.

Silent we wait,
Clouded by tears
Torn by the wind
Ragged with mist.

Where we are wounded
there is no healing.
Where we decay
Nothing is sound
Ravaged by night
Abandoned by day,
Silent we wait,
Shadows of Gray.

Old in our broken
Houses of flesh.
Old among the ruined pillars of the sun.
Old as the halls
To which we descend,
Old as this dark
That does not end.

Blessing Cup:

ATS. speaks, and Spel lights the Ancestor candle:
We light the way for our Ancestors' return. May they come and feast with us. 

We ask that everyone partake of juice from the
Apples of Immortality. Minions, please pass out cups?  Please wait till everyone has a cup to drink. 
 When all have a beverage, we will have a Toast to Death: We will say:

To Death, To Life, To Rebirth!! (3 times)

Please wait for all to be served.

Minions pass out cups and Apple juice.  When all are served, we toast:

All:  To Death, To Life, To Rebirth!! (3 times)

Please dispose of your cups in the Main Firepit. They will
burn at the Midnight Ritual.

Let us observe Silence to dwell on these concepts.
Then, a bell is rung 3 times. Somberly. (ATS. rings bell, or the gong!!)


The gifts of the people rise to the gods on the smoke of
sacrifice. May our prayers go clearly and without hindrance
to those we have praised. A favor requires a favor; a song
another song, and a gift given requires a gift in return.
This is the law of ancient times, alike between man and
man and mankind and the gods.  We have offered our gifts
to the gods and we ask them in return for knowledge of what 
tomorrow will bring. Does the future bode bright, 
 or is there a somber warning?

 I ask then, that the youngest among us draw a Rune that
 we may know our Fate.

The youngest draws and ATS interprets a rune.

We are the dancers in the dark
Those who whisper spells
Along the tattered rim of reality
Flashing eyes and drifting hair
Pale feet
Naked upoon the Earth

Our hearts often lie open and glittering
Like a thousand jewels
Upon the air
Upon the sky
As much a part of the great
Spell of spells
As any other weaver of dreams.

Now this formal rite is ended. We bid the gods and
elements farewell; to go or to stay as they will. We bid
our Ancestors to watch over us and guide us on our path. 

ATS: Closing the Gate:
Please lend your energies and help me Close the gate.
Let the fire be flame,  (Spel strikes bell or GONG)
Let the well be water, (GONG)
Let all be as it was before, save for the magic we have made!
This rite is ended - go in peace.


Mabinogian, traditional ADF liturgy
all prose and poetry by Valan Evers   - all rights reserved 


Well, sacred tree, apple juice and cups, blessing cups, bell, 
containers of water, Runes, sage and mirror.
Torches at quarters, On altar:  1 for Sacred Fire, 1 for ancestors.
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