Julia Phillips
Temple in underhandedness, sideways from the Yule log in the centre. Brigid in her bed on the downcast altar. Loads of pitch-black candles in sand pots re the room. All be successful as locate, and the Cartel is cast in the mid sort. Just the once the unsophisticated invocations, HP says:
Ill will O Mud from your slumbers! Ill will O Sun and upright the Earth! Father - we are in underhandedness.
HPS picks up a jug of water, and pours it happening the cauldron saying:
The waters are sporadic. The ice melting towards Candletime. Blood has been overcome the administer, but now the ways are help of death. Old and grey I was, but here in the mystery of the waters I am transformed. For I am the one you sought, but may possibly not find. For I was lyrics to my child disguise, underneath the hills of birch and rowan.
HPS takes the asperge, and all circle re her chanting the Witches Rune. She asperges each party as they pass, and on the live longer than rotund, hands each party a white candle. For example any person has a candle, the gyratory stops, and HPS lights the valuable candles and says:
The underhandedness of winter is passing: the Mud awakens as soon as upper from its slumbers; the Virgin walks concerning us again, and brings Her blessings upon the land and upon our lives.
Vicar and Priestess search out take place and remove the hide from Brigid's bed, indicative the Virgin. A person shouts:
Brigid is Come! Brigid is Welcome!HPS takes a light from the Yule log and says:
Let the inner light usher fruit in our own lives, even as the Mud bears the creative vegetation. I am Brigid: She of the Fair-haired Hair; Queen of the Pasty Hills, and precondition of the Pasty Frolic. I bring three gifts of fire. The creative is the blaze of creation; of the poet and artist; of the lovers' zeal for sticking together with the most wanted. The bulletin is the blaze of purification and troublesome, the blaze of truth. Not later than this blaze all dross and grace are ready help and cleansed from thee, so thou become famine a true and tested sword. The third is the note down of all, for it is the healing blaze instinctive out of the love that gives all, the architect of direct and pact. But I do not present these gifts one by one; I present them as a whole in the form of the promising Sun.
A person subsequently lights their candle from the Yule log, and starts to circle deosil, clarification the candles re the room as they go, chanting:
Thus we banish winter, consequently we up to standard spring;
Say leave-taking to what is dead, and gather each living thing.
For example all the candles are lit, any person chairs their candle in a sand pot, and the chanting ceases.
