|Dedicant Oath Ritual
||[Dec. 28th, 2005|04:18 pm]
Introduction Summary: |
I have been a member of ADF essentially since 1997, and participating on most of the discussion lists. I’ve practiced as a solitary druid for many years, and as a member of Rogue River Grove for the last four years. I’ve also participated in rituals with other groves when in their towns. I’ve done research into the Norse pantheon most extensively, as a great extent of my ancestry is Germanic, and found I feel most at home there. I’ve also explored some Native American myths and traditions, as well as some Celtic as they are also part of my heritage, and I find that to be close to my heart as well.
Over the course of my studies and research, divination and meditation, and just openly listening, I find I have been called by two Patrons at this time in my path, Frigga of the Norse Pantheon, as she represents my home and hearth, and my finding of great peace in making that the center of my spiritual and common life. I call on her for strength, peace of mind, and decisiveness. I feel her in the crafts I work with my hands and fiber, spinning. Brighid is also of my hearth, but she represents also my calling to the path of the midwife and healer, and my inner poet. The weaving of words. She stands at the gateways of transformation, a forge by living fire. Both represent a warrior side of me that is often neglected or feared, and my personal challenge of conflict avoidance, and finding courage to fight some battles worth fighting.
I decided to perform my Oath Rite October 16, 2005, at the beach, a sacred place for me. A place I’ve gone when facing big life decisions and crossroads. I decided to do this oath rite in solitude, as it felt intimately personal, between me and my gods.
( Oath Rite Text/ScriptCollapse )
Okay, so I did it. The Dedicant Oath Rite. Yesterday, at the beach, on the jetty.
To really make the weekend, I spent a good bit of the time with my mom and my sister going to antique shops. Found a little table for my bathroom, and some candle holders. The rest of the time we spent drinking mead and working on genealogy stuff. Trying to decipher the old German script in the German Bible. Good times. By the time I got down to the beach to do my ritual, I was uber connected to the ancestors. I even had all their names.
So, I headed out there, found a nice little spot where I could see the water, far enough off the regular beach-beach so people wouldn't be likely to walk through the middle, and set myself up.
Since I don't get out much, I forget that candles don't burn well outside, particularly on the beach in the wind. And the drizzle. I had four candles, I managed to keep my New Orleans Go Away Evil candle lit for most of the time. And I used my beeswax candle to reach down into that jar to grab some flame to burn my sacrifices and offerings with. I also ran out of matches trying to keep candles lit. So, midway through I had to stop and go digging through my purse to try to find some more.
Then I get nearly to the end, and these two redneck fishermen guys come walking up. Fortunately, they were so obnoxious and loud I could hear them coming a mile away. So, I'm trying to look like I'm doing yoga or meditating or something, because even my Patrons know I'm not ready for *that* kind of conflict. So, I take a moment and meditate and wait and hope they'll go away. And even though the entire fucking jetty is completely deserted, they decide to set themselves down about 20 feet away from me and start fishing.
I was starting to feel really EXTRA PISSY about this. I was very obviously in a PERSONAL SPACE type moment sitting there. First I can't maintain the fire, and now ... WHY couldn't they move on down a bit? Choose another spot?
Then Patrick Claflin's face loomed before me (which is startling on the jetty) and reminded me that what happens in the circle, is what is supposed to happen, and it's usually best to just laugh your way through and get on with it and not let any mishaps fuck up the energy that's been built. So, I asked an extra blessing for them so they could catch some salmon. Finished the rest of my ritual muttering under my breath, and left a small piece of my handspun yarn tied to a piece of dune grass.
Thinking about it now, I realize I could have dug myself a nice windbreak hole for my candles, or even built a small fire. But I didn't intend to stay long after, so I didn't want to get a real fire going.
So, I had unexpected guests, my fire wouldn't stay lit, my waters of life had sand in them. But I made all of my offerings, managed to laugh it all off in the end and felt really good about it overall. It was going very well and smooth (aside from the fire bit) until the idiot brothers arrived on the scene, and once I brought myself back to center and moved on without them, it all came together.