My ritual text:
The High Day Ritual
Stand before your altar. Relax, and begin.
Feel the earth below you, the firm ground. Experience the earth as upholding you, as maintaining your weight. Feel the earth holding you, rather than you pushing against the earth.
Earth Mother, I stand upon you today and recognize that we begin with you and we will end with you. Uphold me now as I give praise, and support me as I receive blessing.
Statement of Purpose: As my ancestors did before me, so I do now, and so may my children do in the future. I come into this space today to celebrate the feast of Beltaine, the beginning of the Celtic summer and the bright days ahead. Today I will make offerings to the Ancestors, the Spirits of Nature, and the Shining Ones. Especially, I honor Belenos, the bright god of fire, and Sirona, the healing well.
I now begin, as a member of the pious folk, to make my offerings in joy and reverence.
The waters support and surround me.
The land extends about me.
The sky stretches out above me.
At the center burns a living flame.
I call out to the Crane, Keeper of the Gates.
Though I walk on uncertain paths,
Though I travel on unmapped ground,
Guide me, ward me, and relay my voice
As I offer prayers and praise.
In your mind’s eye, see the sacred center open before you: watch the mists part, see the door to the Otherworld open, or watch the spiral of the magic from between the worlds reveal the Otherworld. The Gates are now open, and the true work can begin. Know that you are guarded by the Crane, a being of all three realms: land, sea, and sky.
I call out to my ancestors, those who came before me, you of my blood and you of my heart. I seek to give you praise, to remember you now, and to honor you.
Think on your ancestors: see their faces, smile with joy at their presence. If you have praise or offerings to give them, do so now.
I call out to the spirits of this place, the spirits of nature who are the soul of this land. I seek to give you praise, to call out to you now, and to honor you.
Think on the nature spirits: the faeries of the wood, the spirits of the land. If you have praise or offerings to give them, do so now.
I call out to the deities, first children, eldest and wisest. It is you to whom we look for guidance, and you who grant the greatest blessings. I seek to give you praise, to honor you now, to give you due worship.
Think on the deities: the great ones who bless our lives, who watch over us and show us that unconditional love. If you have praise or offerings to give them, do so now.
Belenos, Sun King!
Hear my words as they arise on the fire!
From your fire comes my internal flame!
From you comes warmth and love!
Belenos, whose starry mantle shines in darkest night,
Bring forth within me the hidden inspiration I seek:
Draw the inspiration out.
Order it with your shining light; Belenos, give me Inspiration! Belenos, who is the sun, draw your bright chariot across the sky Warm me with the bright glow of fellowship: Bring me together with others to revel in your brilliant light;
Belenos, give me Fellowship!
Belenos, whose divinity is blinding, whose gifts cannot be fathomed
Show me your generosity, born from our long relationship:
From old bargains kept. Shine your blessings upon me!
Belenos, give me Blessings!
Belenos, give me your light!
Sirona, Lady of Healing Waters!
Hear my words as they resound in the well!
From your waters comes my own internal inspiration!
From you comes passion and healing!
Sirona, to look upon you is to see stars upon the water,
To know the subtle light of joy and song.
Light me softly, touch me with intuition and deep knowlege.
Sirona, give me inspiration!
Sirona, who is the firey light of sun on the waters,
Bright and powerful, lustrous and joyful,
A beauty to behold and a passionate sight.
Sirona, give me fellowship!
Sirona, who wells from the mother earth herself,
Bring forth the healing and blessings of the land.
Drench me in the blessings of the All-Mother.
Sirona, give me Blessings!
Sirona, give me your light!
[Make any Praise Offerings to the key deities]
Today, I have given of my praise and myself.
With love in my heart and devotion on my tongue
I call out now, with all my soul:
Accept my sacrifice!
Take a moment to visualize, as you shout this last statement, all of your blessings, praise, and intent flowing up to the gods, out to the spirits of nature, and down to the ancestors. Hold yourself in that moment, watching your praises flow from you, and prepare yourself for what may be offered in return.
Now, take your divination tool up.
As I have given praise to the Powers, I open to them. If there are blessings to be had, what might the nature of those blessings be?
Draw three symbols: one for the Ancestors, one for the Nature Spirits, and one for the Deities. Examine each one, think about the omen offered, and consider how it might translate into blessings. See Appendix 1 for some common symbol meanings.
Now, take these omens and concentrate on their meanings, holding forth a cup of water or other beverage, saying:
Indeed, the Powers offer me blessings. Now I seek the manifestation of those blessings, the outpouring from the Powers that offer them. To those who enter this exchange, pour forth your blessings into my cup!
Envision the blessings before you, either as a mist, or a vortex of energy, or as pictographic representations of individual blessings. Watch them pour into the cup, mixing and infusing with the liquid already inside.
This in my hands is a holy cup of magic, the great blessings offered to me as joyful return of my praises to the Kindreds. Here are the deep waters that flow within the earth and that rain from the sky. These are the waters of life!
I accept this blessing, and I drink it with love and knowledge of the Powers!
Working: No specific recommendation. This is a good time for spells of healing and vigor.
Now, with joy in my heart, I give thanks: To the beings of this occasion, thank you for your blessings. To the Deities, thank you for your blessings. To the Nature Spirits, thank you for your blessings. To the Ancestors, thank you for your blessings. To all those Powers who have aided me, thank you for your blessings.
To the Crane, the Keeper of the Gates:
For guiding me and warding me
Thank you for your protection.
In your mind’s eye, see the sacred center close before you: watch the mists gather, see the door to the Otherworld close, or watch the spiral of the magic from between the worlds close in on the Otherworld. The Gates are now closed, and this rite is ending.
Mother of all, to you I will return all things I have left unused. For supporting and upholding me in this rite, I thank you!
This rite is ended!
You should take all your unused offerings and empty them out, and remember that cleaning the altar and space is as impo