Pre-Full Moon. By locksley2010.
I write this after just stuffing myself with Chinese food and orange juice, waiting to digest, I thought I’d drop in and recount today’s ceremony.
Today was the Warriors Call ritual of ‘Waters if the World’. Where Pagans are encouraged to gather and perform a ceremony that MUST at some point have a sacred plant placed into a river or the sea. The idea being that this plant becomes a vessel for healing energy that then flows from where ever and eventually leads to the sea. On its course the plant carries its healing and protective energy to help keep our water and air safe from the poisons of Fracking.
I led the SpellCrafters Moot ceremony by the Nottingham Canal. After the six of us had met, we went down the canal side and didn’t have to walk far to find a nice secluded area. There was even a gorgeous gibbous moon lighting the way.
We made a circle of ourselves and one lady said she didn’t like having her back to the water, so I took her place. Strangely enough, I knew what she meant. There was indeed a pull from the canal, as though it wanted me to step back and fall in…
I had brought a nice young healthy Aloe Vera plant to act as our sacrificial vessel. It was the offspring of its parent that I was given last year, so I thought it appropriate. I gave the plant some of my healing energy and thoughts, passed it to the next person on my left and so on and so on until it came back to me. I purposefully didn’t want us to call on the quarters because I wanted us to imbue the plant with blessings from the elements. We were just about to bless it when we heard voices and a small group of hooded men walked our way. Their voices carried until they walked around us in stoned silence (they reeked of skunk-grass-marijuana-whatever they call it nowadays) and carried on their way, looking back at whatever we were doing. Back to the blessing we chanted for all four (spirit already flows through, plus its spirit we used to give the protective and healing energies back to the water in the first place):
Air: From the gentle breeze around us.To inspire those who are opposed to Fracking and to find ways of fighting it.
“Blow, blow, blow, blow…”
Fire: From the reflected light of the Sun on our Moon.
To keep the inner fire of keeping up the fight in the land as well as the anti-fracking campaigners.
“Glow, glow, glow, glow…”
Water: The canal, which flows from and back to the River Trent.
To accept our sacred plant and carry the energy given to where it is needed and to the sea to protect our waters and heal them too.
“Flow, flow, flow, flow…”
Earth: The ground beneath our feet
To give the campaigners the fortitude, strength and endurance they need to keep fighting the evil of Fracking.
“Grow, grow, grow, grow…”
Afterwards we ceremonially dropped the plant into the canal, the moonlight causing every ring of the splash to be seen. That’s when the ducks came to see if we had just given them food… sorry guys, not this time!
Once we powered down our circle, bells rang in the distance, a sign of success?
Will it all work? Time will tell. I really, seriously think Fracking is a threat to our ecology, our water and our land. Its a fucked up idea that must be opposed in any way we can. Whether its armchair activism and signing petitions (that’s me), physically getting down to a Fracking site and protesting (not yet) or ceremonially and magically resisting (just ticked the box on that one), we must fight!
Whilst eating, I have begun watching John Boorman’s ‘Excalibur’ from 1981.
I have just paused it to digest and write this blog. In the last ‘chapter’ Merlin had walked away with the baby Arthur. Uther in pursuit has just been killed but not before thrusting Excalibur into the stone, sealing the fate of the land with his son… Perhaps, the land itself does need for us to ‘retrieve’ the ‘sword of power’ in order to heal the land and expel tyranny.