28 October 2013

Bealtaine South of the Equator

Oh do not tell the Priest of our art
For he would call it a sin
But we have been out in the woods all night
A conjurin' Summer in.

It's "that" time of the year ago when an increasing number of supermarket and bargain store chains try to convince us that it is "Halloween" and we need to be our bit to increase the already bulging wallets of dentists by inflicting more sugary "treats" onto an ever increasing obese younger generation.  Then again, I guess luring them outside away from their play-stations and x-boxes could actually be termed as "exercise" albeit resembling the carrot on a stick treatment.

And whilst the increasing number of deserted cobwebs hanging from my ceiling may given the illusion that my house should be one to call upon this coming Thursday night, do not be surprised if I do not answer the door for at least in my backyard, the festival of Bealtaine (which marks the Gateway to the Summer) will be celebrated as the Pleiades, also known as the “Seven Sisters", reach their highest point in the southern skies.

And we bring you news by word of mouth
Good news for cattle and corn
Now is the Sun come up from the South
With Oak and Ash and Thorn.
Around us, the abundance of life is starting to burst first as the heat of the sun intensifies (and already the Blue Mountains in New South Wales have experienced the power of the sun in the southern climates).  Shaking off the blues from the colder winter months, we allow this warmth seep through our skin, and electrifying our hearts with the fire of determination. 

As we are charged with the promise of life, we acknowledge the sacred union that is occurring around us, that of the Goddess of the Earth and her beloved, the Lord of the Green, which is reflected throughout the land.

Now is the time of hard work to ensure that our forthcoming harvest will be bountiful.  Now is the time for commencement of abundance and gratitude.  Now is the time to acknowledge that our lives are indeed blessed and we have a lot to be grateful for.

My blog about Bealtaine from 2012 contained an excerpt from Chapter 7 ("Bealtaine - The Sacred Union") of my currently out of print book, Dancing the Sacred Wheel: A Journey through the Southern Sabbats, and can be found here.  For anyone after copies of my book, a list of possible stockists can be found here.  I am also waiting confirmation from a new Australian publishing house that they will be taking over the reprinting and distribution of my book next year.
My blog about Bealtaine from 2011 contained information about the solar deity Belenos, and this entry can be found here.
Of all the trees that grow so fair
Old England to adorn
Fairer are none beneath the Sun
Than Oak, and Ash and Thorn.
Poem excerpts from "The Tree Song" by Puck of Pook's Hill by Rudyard Kipling

1 comment:

  1. so you make brothers and sisters commit incest under induced alpha trances ..... you must be sooooo proud of yourselves .....