A new weekly ritual will be posted here each week, which we will use in our Saturday meetings. For more information on these Saturday meetings, see the Get Involved page.
It is recommended that you have two bowls: one with pure water, another empty. You will also need a glass with your offering to the Gods. Typical offerings are wine, milk, or water, but the offering can be specific to the deity you are addressing. It is also appropriate to have a candle and incense.
Wash your hands in the bowl of water to purify yourself before the gods.
We will begin with “Wardruna – Grá” and three Delphic Maxims.
- ἔριν μίσει – hate strife
- ὄνειδος ἔχθαιρε – hate reproach
- γλῶτταν ἴσχε – hold your tongue
Our gods, who order the Cosmos
and fullfill the laws of Fate,
and from whom all Good comes,
we come before you now,
pure in body and spirit,
and with reverence and devotion.
We honor our ancestors also:
our own ancestors,
as well as the ancestors
and great men of our people.
We live through them
and they continue through us.
Today’s libation text is “The Sun” from the “Carmina Gadelica”.
“Hail to thee, thou sun of the seasons,
As thou traversest the skies aloft;
Thy steps are strong on the wind of the heavens,
Thou art the glorious mother of the stars.
Thou liest down in the destructive ocean
Without impairment and without fear;
Thou risest up on the peaceful wave-crest
Like a queenly maiden in bloom.”
As you give to us, so we give back to you. Hail!
Pour some of your offering into the empty bowl.
It is said that
‘verily at the first Chaos came to be,
but next wide-bosomed Earth.’
And that we are like to the Cosmos:
‘Of Ymir’s flesh
was earth created,
of his blood the sea,
of his bones the hills,
of his hair trees and plants,
of his skull the heaven;
And of his brows
the gentle powers
formed Midgard for the sons of men;
but of his brain
the heavy clouds are
And it is said that
‘the world subsists through the goodness of divinity.’
Therefore, as the Cosmos
is ordered out of Chaos by divinity,
so we, as we partake of this drink,
shall likewise be brought to order by divinity.
The remainder of the drink is consumed.
Today’s reading is an excerpt from “Lebor Gabála Érenn: The Book of the Taking of Ireland”, a narrative compiled ca. the 11th century, that details the history and invasions of Ireland from the creation of the world until the Middle Ages.
Each person who chooses to read will read from the asterisk to the next asterisk. One person will read at a time. I will begin the reading; the person who is above me in the voice channel will then continue the reading, and so on, until the reading is complete. If you do not wish to read, mute your microphone and this will be understood as a signal that you wish to be skipped.
“For that reason was the seed of Gaedil driven forth upon the sea, to wit Agnomain and Lamfhind his son, so that they were seven years on the sea, skirting the world on the north side. More than can be reckoned are the hardships which they suffered.
They had three ships with a coupling between them, that none of them should move away from the rest. They had three chieftains after the death of Agnomain on the surface of the great Caspian Sea, Lamfhind and Allot and Caicher the druid.
It is Caicher the druid who gave the remedy to them, when the Siren was making melody to them: sleep was overcoming them at the music. This is the remedy which Caicher found for them, to melt wax in their ears.
It is Caicher who spoke to them, when the great wind drove them into the Ocean, so that they suffered much with hunger and thirst there: till at the end of a week they reached the great promontory which is northward from the Rhipaean Mountain, and in that promontory they found a spring with the taste of wine, and they feasted there, and were three days and three nights asleep there.
But Caicher the druid said: Rise, said he, we shall not rest until we reach Ireland.
-What place is that ‘Ireland’, said Lamfhind, son of Agnomain.
-Further than Scythia is it, said Caicher. It is not ourselves who shall reach it, but our children, at the end of three hundred years from today.
Forty and four hundred of years -it is no falsehood- from when the people of God came, be ye certain over the surface of Mare Rubrum, ’till they landed in Scene from the clear sea,
they, the Sons of Mil, in the land of Ireland.”
This completes this week’s reading. We will pause for approximately half a minute for silent contemplation.
As we complete our meeting
in honour of our gods,
our ancestors, and the World,
which is an image of divinity,
we will remember that
‘piety consists of holy thoughts’
and that we are to be
courageous, just, temperate, and wise
in every aspect of our lives.
The offering can be left in the bowl for some time. Later, it can be poured outside into the earth.