Y U L E 1984
Circle is cast and Quarters erected.
HPS: We now stand at the turning of the year.
Dark Lord: Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter,
All fades and passes, day to night.
Dark Lord extinguishes candles leaving only altar candles alight.
HPS: Let us dance for the long year's end, for the sun sets
quickly in the West, and we begin the long night of
Coven do Wheel or Cord dance widdershins about the cauldron
Time and Death, Life and Seasons, All must pass, All must change.
Star Child now leaves the circle, and stands behind the veil in the North.
HPS stands at the cauldron in the centre, wearing a black veil.
HPS: I am the Hag who engendered you all;
I am the Three and the One who is here;
I am the log that is ripe for burning;
In my end is your hope of beginning.
HPS now lifts the cauldron aloft and presents it to each quarter.
She returns to the centre, and lights the cauldron candle, from
which she lights a quarter candle for each member of the coven.
The quarter candles are placed in their respective quarters.
Narrator: This is the night of the Solstice; the Mother Night.
Now darkness triumphs, and yet gives way and changes to light.
Time stops, and all wait while the cauldron of the Dark King is
transformed into the infant Light. We watch for the dawn when the Mother
again gives birth to the sun, who is the bringer of hope and the
promise of summer. Holly gives way to Oak, the Wren to the Robin, Old to
Narrator: We stand now in the long night, we pray for the sun's return. In
darkness and shadows the Great Mother groans. The Mother labours to bring
forth the sun from her pain. From her cries of labour comes forth our
cries of welcome; from her toil and anguish our hope is reborn. Let us
now call forth the Great Mother, and the Lord of Life, her husband and son.
The Star Child emerges from behind the veil, and lays at the feet of the
HPS. The HPS points to the Star Child and proclaims:
Behold the Child! Here lies our king!
The HPS crowns the Star Child with a crown of misteltoe. She
removes her veil and announces:
I am the Mother who brought forth the child;
I am the inspiration, and I am the rebirth.
Narrator: You are the ecstasy of the blessed
You are the light of the sun's beams
You are the lordly door of welcome
You are the guiding star
Yours is the step of the roe on the hill
Yours is the step of the white-faced mare
Yours is the grace of the swimming swan
You are the jewel in each mystery
Coven now do Wheel or Cord dance deosil about the cauldron
Power of soil and power of air,
Power of fire and power of water,
Power that spins the wheel of birth,
Spins the wheel of joy and mirth,
Spins the wheel of sun and moon,
Push, push, push, Open the gate.
Power of spell and magic free,
Eternal power that binds the sea,
Weaves the web of infinity,
Light of dark and light of day,
Speed the spokes fast on their way,
Push push push - ah ah
Open the gate, So Mote It Be!
HPS now invokes the Lord of Misrule into the circle. He is
challenged upon entry by the Dark Lord, and must explain who he
is, and why he is there. The Lord of Misrule is now in charge of
the circle, and may behave as he sees fit. At some point, he must
take the burdens of the coven for the previous twelve moons and
pack them in his bag.
Cakes and Wine.
The Lord of Misrule must be ritually hunted as a wren to bring
about his downfall. The coven mime hunting the wren chanting,
"Burn the bush, hunt the wren"
When he is discovered, the coven point their athames at his neck
to symbolise his death.
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