I Am doing a serious Candlemas ritual in the temple later today, already have the Orange Crown of Success candle, Green spring cauldron candle and White candle for Persephone lit and will burn some of our Coven’s Healing Incense that Acolyte A__n made for us to replete our dwindling supplies.
Until then this is how an ODB does Candlemas outside in the stone circle while burning some paper trash in Ye Aulde Sacred Burne Barrel. OK, note this is labeled as Comedic so just deal with my twisted sense of humor and don’t get your robes in a twist. LOL.
White tealight candle lit before quartz chunk at the eastern gate welcoming Pesephone’s return from the underworld
Close-up of candle before the quartz cave on the yoni stone in the east
Candlemas bonfire in Ye Aulde Sacred Burne Barrel with Solar Disk in the south east
Close-up of the flames which to me look like a dragon or more like one of Hades Fire Wolf guardians facing left / east with canine ears and roaring like the fire itself, but then i have a great visual imagination
ODB (no that does not mean Order of Druid Bards) God of Winter having lost his horns to be replaced by the Solar orange blaze crown of the God of Summer coming
Well that was fun and i hope you enjoy my silly pics but also i really did start out with a simple outside temple candle lighting and practical paper burning and then went downhill from there. LOL. Now off for a much needed nap and then i will do the Real ritual in the Real COC way and no i don’t think i will reblog this one to the COC blog this time……… BB
Okie Dokie Ya’al i might as well go full Monty and publish this Very irreverent and maybe blasphemous rendition of the Call to the Horned God a ritual i pulled on everyone here for a ritual years ago. I stood behind the burn barrel with an orange blaze hat on holding a pitch fork. Warning – there are allusions in this invocation that are Not Politically Correct !!! It’s a Joke and if you can’t poke fun at your own religion then you will never realize that the gods love a good laugh too and your practice of witchcraft is Way too serious. And you have to live in rural U S of A to really get this.
Invocation of the P___y County God
(Copyright 2014 GLHoke)
Casting the circle
The circle is cast around a burn barrel or burning tire.
The outside of the circle should be littered with crushed beer cans.
Men face outwards and peeing (water), spitting chewing tobacco (earth), blowing cigarette smoke (air) and shooting shotgun rounds (fire) to kill the animal guardians (deer, turkey, rabbit and squirrel) to cast the circle.
By the burn barrel that burneth bright, O Horney One,
We call thy name into the night, come back Geezer-1.
Thee we invoke by mooning thee,
By the broke down car and cut down tree.
Thee we invoke where gather our kin,
By the nameless cabin, on GPS never been.
Come where we drunkenly stumble around,
Horn and butt of that goat that looks kinda good.
By trash bonfire on trailer park hill,
When the hunted out wood is hushed and still
(cause all critters are dead).
Come when I go online to my favorite MILF site,
As I moon my old lady with a flatulent air.
Evoke thy powers with Viagra,
In the shining stream of pissing on a tree.
In bonfire flame, by starlight barely seen,
In the shadows where ole perv Uncle Bob can be seen.
And by the dirt road frat boys haunted,
Of deer trails wild and meth labs enchanted.
Come O come to the hard country rock drum!
Come to us who are still standing up!
When my ole lady’s broad while moon is slowly falling,
Through the burned tree tops to the sky above,
We hear thy booted feet on the way from the outhouse.
As drunken redneck witches shake and seize,
By fear and terror we know the police are nigh.
We speak the spell thy power unlocks,
At bonfire, beerfest, and sweet 16 party,
I AM NOT DRUNK OFFICER!
THAT GIRL IS NOT MY DAUGHTER!
I HAVE NEVER HAD SEX WITH THAT SHEEP!
I AM NOT A DRUNK STONED WITCH!
OK for those of you not familiar with Doreen Valiente’s Call of the Horned God here is the real incantation the silly poem above is based on:
Invocation of the Horned God
“By the flame that burneth bright, O Horned One,
We call thy name into the night, O Ancient One.
Thee we invoke by the moonlit sea,
By the standing stone and the twisted tree.
Thee we invoke where gathers our own,
By the nameless shore, forgotten and lone.
Come where the round of the dance is trod,
Horn and hoof of the Goat-foot God.
By moonlit meadows, on dusky hill,
When the haunted wood is hushed and still.
Come to the charm of the chanted prayer,
As the moon bewitches the midnight air.
Evoke thy powers that potent bide,
In the shining stream and the secret tide.
In fiery flame, by starlight pale,
In the shadowy host that rides the gale.
And by the ferndrakes faerie haunted,
Of forest wild and woods enchanted.
Come ? O Come ! To the heartbeat’s drum !
Come to us who gather below,
Where the broad white moon is climbing slow.
Through the stars to the heaven”s height,
We hear thy feet on the winds of night.
As black tree branches shake and sigh,
By joy and terror we know thee nigh.
We speak the spell thy power unlocks,
At Solstice, Sabat, and Equinox.”
IO Pan IO Pan IO Pan Evohe !
OK i am Obviously going to Hades instead of the Summerlands or Happy Hunting Grounds after This post…..
Addendum from the next day – Looks like the Goddess isn’t happy as on Ground Hog day he Did see his shadow which means 6 more weeks of winter according to this Dutch tradition, and here is the scene here this morning, 3 inches and still falling but hovering around 30* at least.
Morning snowfall on the stream
All photos copyright 2014 GLHoke