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I created this ritual after reading a book written by one of my favorite Pagan authors: Dreaming the Dark by Starhawk. I’ve had the pleasure of actually meeting Starhawk and participating in rituals with her, and I have incorporated some aspects of those rituals into this one. Many thanks to Starhawk for her inspiration and continued teaching.

This ritual is best done within a group, or at the very least with one or two close friends whom you can trust, and I do not recommend it for beginners or newcomers without a skilled, experienced practitioner present. The process of journeying into the dark can be somewhat intimidating, and the emotions it invokes can be powerful and overwhelming.

My Deaf readers will notice the presence of music written into this ritual, although there is no actual music playing – I considered adding such to this post but decided against it, preferring to allow my readers to choose their own music to accompany the reading of this ritual. I am indebted to my dear friend and fellow Pagan Wyndsinger – himself a talented musician – for his contribution of the musical score included in the creation of this ritual.

Music does play a role in many Pagan rituals… at the very least, there is usually drumming involved. I chose to include music because some of my readers are hearing Pagans who can identify with it; and also because there are Deaf people out there who can and do appreciate music – myself included. No offense is intended to anyone.

I have conducted this ritual both in real life and on-line several times, and have always been amazed by the transformations which can occur when people embrace their own shadows and dream their own darkness.

Goddess Bless and Goddess Keep.



Ocean steps forward and stands in front of the altar, facing the Circle. Silently, she grabs the hands of the two Crossroads visitors on either side of her, and as if by cue, everyone begins to hold hands, creating a circle of energy, where only love and trust exists. Quietly the Circle draws in the energy, breathing in unison, grounding itself to the earth below, the sky above, and the spirit in the center. With the strength and support that we give to each other, we are now ready to begin the Rites of Embracing the Shadows. In a quiet soft voice, signing and speaking at the same time, Ocean guides us on our journey…..

We come together here to perform the rites, cast the circle, raise power, and honor the Goddess and God. We also come to share ~ our thoughts, our feelings, our visions, our hopes and dreams, and sometimes our pain. We have laughed together and cried together, and sometimes even fought with each other. We have bonded, and found in that bonding our strength and connection.

But sometimes, we still hold back parts of us…sometimes out of shame, sometimes out of fear. Oftentimes we don’t like to show that aspect of ourselves that we consider to be “negative”…the fact that we can be totally irresponsible, or totally insensitive, or totally pissed off. We don’t like to face our fears, face our anger, face our weaknesses. We avoid them.

All of those fears, all of those angers, all of those weaknesses….come from the dark. But if we retell them, if we express them, without creating the dark anew, we feed it. We don’t break the mold. We need to dream the dark as process, dream the dark as change…..to create the dark in a new image. Because the dark creates us.

When we tell of the turning dark, the velvet dark, Hecate’s birthgiving dark, the shadow listens to that. And what we name as our fears, our angers, our weaknesses…feeds into the Inner Selves that are also listening. And thus can our concept of the dark change. The Dark becomes a journey….a lesson in learning to face our deepest shadows, and embrace them as an integral aspect of ourselves. And in doing so, we find our own personal power. We transform the dark, and see it not as light….but for what it is and what it can be ~ a source of potent energy.

We dream the Dark into a new image, dream it into actions that will change ourselves and our environments. We dream the Dark as kind, and charged with a friendly power ~ the power that is unseen, the power that comes from within, the power of the Goddess.

And now a journey that began in anger, in fear, in despair….can reach a place of hope and a sense of empowerment. We can descend into the dark, embrace our own Shadows, and return with knowledge and power from within…a death and rebirth that began with a stripping process, and promises something at the end. We can know the Dark, and dream it into a new image.

Tonight, as we come together in celebration of Samhain, honoring the Darkness, we shall take that journey. Together we shall travel to the darkest, deepest parts of ourselves, and face our own shadows. In these rites, we will acknowledge our shadows (facing the dark), we will embrace them (turning the dark into velvet), and we will plant the seeds of our new selves and thus claim our own personal power (dreaming the dark).

Let us begin now…….

The orchestra starts off with the drums producing the rhythm of a slow heartbeat (thu-DUM…) with the harp accentuating the ‘DUM’ with the low strings which reverberate through the floor/ground. As the journey progresses, the various instruments of the orchestra begin to improvise to the Phrygian mode ~ ancient church mode, haunting and eerie, giving an odd sense of strangeness and uncertainty. We continually feel the heartbeat pulse and the downward motion. We find ourselves being pulled along by the music…pulled into the darkness…traveling along on our journey.

Travel through the darkness, and meet your Shadow…..that Shadow which you wish to embrace….that negative aspect of yourself. It could be your fear, it could be your weakness, it could be your anger. Whatever it is that you wish to embrace and accept about yourself, and to transform from being something negative into something positive. What is it? Find your shadow, and call it out to the darkness….

While I’m excited about moving to California, I’m scared also. I guess it’s as much a fear of success as it is a fear of failure. I’m afraid that with things going so well lately, I’m going to end up doing something really stupid and sabotaging it all, and screwing everything up. Then I’ll really be in trouble!

Now we have journeyed through the darkness, and met our Shadows. We face them, and see them as an integral part of ourselves. Now it is time for us to embrace our Shadows, and see them as a source of power and knowledge, rather than something to be feared and avoided. Let’s take that so-called “negative” aspect of ourselves and look at it from a positive perspective. Transform it…Embrace it…See it as something good about yourself. What can you make it into? Let us embrace our shadows, and see them for what they truly are….

The drum/heart beat music of the orchestra speeds up slightly and the instruments move into the Dorian mode. This gives us the slight melancholy feeling but with the warm ‘embrace’ of the Mother. We can hear and feel the sounds of the flutes and oboes, along with the strings of the violas and the cellos, as well as the other instruments. The drums still take the heartbeat, but are no longer the strongest force. The music of the instruments feels like silk or rabbit fur, soft and gentle, something you want to caress and sink into. The music flows into a La Mer (Debussy/Impressionistic) piece that undulates like ocean waves. There is no single tonal structure…the music flows around and through us as we sense the dark changing, turning into the velvet darkness…

It’s okay to be afraid – those fears are normal. This is a big change for me, and change involves taking risks. Nobody can predict the future… but the cards don’t lie, and they speak of positive things coming out of this move. It’s time for me to hold my chin up and take that leap of faith, knowing that I have the strength, the courage, and the intelligence to make wondrous things happen from this grand adventure!

The music of the orchestra changes, as it begins playing a soft quotation from Beethoven’s 9th Symphony, commonly called the “Song of Joy.” The upper strings and oboe begin the piece, providing a rich texture for the melody…

We have embraced our Shadows, and we now stand proudly and fearlessly in the transformed darkness, full of the knowledge and power that we have gained. We now plant the seeds of our new lives, which may thus form and spring anew from this transformed darkness. Our perspectives have changed, and we now see our fears, our angers, our weaknesses as a source of our greatest strength. We celebrate the death of the Lord, not as an ending, but as a new beginning. The Wheel of the Year continues to turn, and we now accept this dark period as an integral part of the neverending Circle of Life. Let us celebrate who we are, and what we have become, as we emerge from the darkness…

I am a strong, courageous, and intelligent woman who isn’t afraid to take risks and make things happen! I see this move as a positive change for me, and the beginning of a new journey filled with all kinds of new adventures. As I come out of the darkness, I am rebirthing myself as a 50 year old woman emerging from the womb of the Goddess; redefining who I am. I have planted the seeds of a new life in California, and I look forward to seeing that life grow and evolve.

The other instruments provide a march type accompaniment which stirs the blood and body into motion. As they join the melody, we can hear and feel the sounds of the flute and trumpet…as the volume and tempo begin to increase so does the activity of the people. The music becomes louder and faster until the call is unavoidable and we all begin to move to its power.

Ocean grabs Edain’s hand and pulls her inside the circle behind her, and the two begin to dance around the circle to the music, celebrating the emergence of their new selves. Edain reaches out and pulls Barb into the circle behind her, and Hawk also joins in the dance. The dancers are soon joined by Crystal Dolphin, Bonnie, and others until all of the Friends of the Crossroads are dancing around in a spiral circle to the sounds of the orchestra as it continues to play….

The march quickly becomes a slip jig, the “Butterfly” jig. This piece is in three with triplets on each beat (3×3=9), creating an atmosphere of light-hearted joy and celebration, almost skipping instead of dancing.

There is laughter and merriment in the air as the Clan continues to dance and skip and make merry. Samhain isn’t all dark and somber, it is also a time for festivity and celebration…after all, this is our New Year’s Eve! Quinn and Queen Alpo can be seen dancing their way around the circle, while Robin tries her hand at a quick Texas Two-Step. Ocean promenades around the circle with David, while Nydia skips along with Wolf Wind and Birch.

Finally the music comes to an end, and everyone collapses on the ground, out of breath! After grounding and centering themselves, the Friends come together in a circle once more for Closing Rites, where they thank the Spirits for this ritual before bringing it to an end.


Wishing everyone a most blessed Samhain.

~ Ocean

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Packing and Loading

It’s amazing how much stuff one can actually load into a Ford Focus Wagon…

So far I’ve gotten twelve boxes, three plastic totes, and a large woven laundry basket in there… and I still have a few more items to squeeze in there. In addition, there’s the large canvas tote stuffed with clothes that gets strapped down to the cargo carrier on the roof.

My life packed away in cardboard boxes.

Granted, not everything is coming with me to California… I actually had to get rid of a lot of it. The furniture and some of my antiques got sold at auction, and a library of books sold to the local book buyer. Goodwill got a large donation of clothes and items. And there was plenty that found its way into the dumpster. Basically I’m making this move with only the bare essentials, and starting all over from scratch.

But there’s still things coming with me that I can’t let go of. My collection of Pagan artwork (along with my more cherished Pagan books). My cast iron cookware, some of which I inherited from my grandparents. A couple of favorite pieces of my pottery… lovingly collected over the past 25 years. Grandmother Beach’s painting. Grandpa Wolzenski’s clock.

Bits and pieces of my life memorialized in precious items worth far more in sentimentality than in dollars.

The little things that make a house a home.

They, as well as fifty years worth of memories, will be heading down the highway to the West Coast.

California, here I come!

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Yup… that’s right, folks!

Yours truly has reached a milestone in her life – I was born on October 25, 1958 and thus will be celebrating my 50th birthday this Saturday. Fifty years… wow. That’s five decades, half a century.

It’s been a pretty interesting 50 years. I think there have been more changes in society over this time than any other period in modern history – certainly so here in America. We’ve seen great strides made in technology and transportation, medicine and media, communications and culture. We’ve witnessed the changing roles of African-Americans, women, and people with disabilities in our society. We’ve observed both the Deaf Community and the Pagan Community change too… taking advantage of all the advances which have been made in the past five decades.

I’ve changed over those years also. I’ve grown from an enfant to a toddler to a teenager to a twenty-one year old having her first legal drink to a thirty-something year old settling into her career to a forty-something year old struggling with “mid-life crisis” to now turning fifty. It seems that as I get older, the only thing that speeds up is time. But if time is a thief, time also leaves something in exchange… experience.

I am the culmination of all the experience I have accumulated over the past fifty years. While I might be older, hopefully I’m also a bit wiser.

However, I must confess that I’m tempted to remember something that Robert Heinlein – the science fiction writer who wrote about Lazarus Long – had to say about aging:

Contrary to popular opinion, age does not bring wisdom. It merely changes simple stupidity into arrogant conceit.

I wonder at what age that sense of arrogance and conceit begins.

But at the same time, I also like to think of something else that Heinlein’s Lazarus Long character said…

Although long-life can be a burden, mostly it is a blessing. It gives time enough to learn, time enough to think, time enough not to hurry, time enough for love.

There you have it, folks.

So slice yourself a piece of birthday cake, pour yourself a goblet of mead, and help yourself to one of those edible seashells. Know that I love you, and I’m glad you made time enough to help me celebrate my first fifty years.

I hope you’ll stick around for the next fifty.

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As Pagans around the United States and the Northern Hemisphere prepare for Samhain, probably the holiest of the eight Sabbats in the Wheel of the Year – which occurs on October 31st/November 1st, I would like to take a moment to talk about one of the traditions of Samhain… from a Deaf perspective.

Many Pagan paths and Wiccan traditions will celebrate Samhain with a Dumb Supper – sometimes also known as the Feast for the Dead. The purpose of this meal is to honor those who have passed on before us… both within the past year, and years long gone. It’s particularly a time for remembering our ancestors, which tends to be a strong aspect of Paganism. Samhain is seen as the time when the veil between the worlds is at its thinnest and in fact some say is actually lifted, and thus communication between the mundane world and the spirit world is at its best. It’s a night when we believe that the dead can actually see/hear us communicate with them, and maybe even communicate back. Samhain represents death and resurrection, new beginnings and fond farewells.

Thus this is a time for inviting the spirits of the dead to join you…hence the tradition of the Dumb Supper. Some Pagans will actually set the table with an extra setting specifically for those from the beyond to have a place to sit and partake of the feast. Such a feast occurs in silence with nobody speaking, out of reverence for the dead. This is where it gets the name “Dumb Supper.”

altar table representing the two worlds…

the world of the dead, and the world of the living

Now here comes the problem – while I respect this tradition and its role in the overall celebrations of the Wheel of the Year… I’m not real comfortable with the name.

Say the word “dumb” in the Deaf Community, and you will probably see a lot of squirming and awkward facial expressions. It’s a painful reminder of a time when a lot of people referred to us as “Deaf and Dumb” – a term many of us have come to detest. As explained in the website of the National Association of the Deaf, Deaf and Dumb is viewed as

A relic from the medieval English era, this is the granddaddy of all negative labels pinned on deaf and hard of hearing people. The Greek philosopher, Aristotle, pronounced us “deaf and dumb”, because he felt that deaf people were incapable of being taught, of learning, and of reasoned thinking. To his way of thinking, if a person could not use his/her voice in the same way as hearing people, then there was no way that this person could develop cognitive abilities. (Source: Deaf Heritage, by Jack Gannon, 1980)

In later years, “dumb” came to mean “silent”, and a lot of people still refer to Deaf people as “deaf and dumb.” This definition still persists, because that is how people see deaf people. The term is offensive to deaf and hard of hearing people for a number of reasons. One, deaf and hard of hearing people are by no means “silent” at all. They use sign language, lip-reading, vocalizations, and so on to communicate. Communication is not reserved for hearing people alone, and using one’s voice is not the only way to communicate. Two, “dumb” also has a second meaning: stupid. Deaf and hard of hearing people have encountered plenty of people who subscribe to the philosophy that if you cannot use your voice well, you don’t have much else “upstairs”, and have nothing going for you. Obviously, this is incorrect, ill-informed, and false. Deaf and hard of hearing people have repeatedly proved that they have much to contribute to the society at large.

Yes, I know I am probably going to get a lot of comments and emails from Pagans… telling me that this is the traditional name; that it refers to the practice of remaining silent and not using one’s voice during the feast; in no way is it intended to be offensive or to insult Deaf people; that everyone is tired of having to constantly worry about being “politically correct” out of fear of upsetting someone; and to stop being so dang sensitive, it’s not always about me and my deafness.

But the fact remains – I’m a Deaf person and I’m not comfortable with the name.

Goddess help us if a group of Deaf Pagans decided to get together and celebrate Samhain in this manner… would the feast be known as “The Deaf and Dumb Supper” ???

And if you really stop and think about where the term “Dumb” comes from (as explained above) and how it came to refer to the concept of being silent… well, do we Pagans want to be thought of as also being incapable of reasoned thinking, or developing cognitive abilities?

So what do I believe it should be called? Well, how about calling it The Feast for the Dead? Or if nothing else, The Silent Supper? While I do agree that us Deafies are anything BUT silent, at least “Silent” carries less of a negative connotation when used in this manner than does “Dumb.”

I’ve shared my thoughts on this issue in the past, with mixed responses. Some people acknowledged that I had a good point, and were agreeable to the idea of changing the name to be less offensive. Others informed me politely but firmly that this was the name, and they were not changing it. And still others would get into heated discussions with me, stating that I was simply stirring up trouble where it wasn’t warranted, and that my whole argument was in fact “just plain dumb!”

Sooo…I leave it to my readership.

What do YOU think? If you practice the Pagan Path, have you ever participated in such a feast? What do or would you call it? Do you think I have a valid point here, or am I in fact making a mountain out of a molehill? If you are Deaf, how do you feel about this name? Does it bother you, or can you accept the term as used in this particular manner? Is it really appropriate, or even accurate?

I’d be curious to see your responses in the comment section below, or feel free to email me if you prefer.

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