I feel both energized and drained, and a little displaced as if I had been somewhere else for a time and just now awoke to my mundane surroundings. I don't feel entirely here but I'm not really there either.
This morning I was reading Support Your Local Wizard by Diane Duane, intended, I think, for adolescents. It has a great underwater battle of wizards, some of whom are whales, some humans in whale forms, a dolphin, and the Master-Shark against the forces of darkness in the forms of krakens and the Lone Power. It involves a wonderful willing sacrifice of Death in the service of Life, though Life was all set to die. I am trying to be slightly cryptic so that it won't spoil the story too much for those who wish to go and read it. As I set down the book at the end of that scene I began to think about what was really important, what had drawn me into the Craft in the first place, the underlying meaning of it all, at least for me.
Suddenly I had this idea for a ritual. (For those who know me this doesn't come as a surprise but more of a so-what-else-is-new.) I began to write it and 2 ½ hours later when I had finished, I surfaced. I don't know how it could have taken 2 hours to merely write the flow of the ritual, the staging, some ideas to develop, and the ideas that each of roles are conveying. But it did. Must have been a time warp. This flowed out of me as if it came from somewhere else. And now I am left with the sinking feeling that I ought to attempt to actually but this ritual together and do it.
It involves a number of other people to carry the aspects of the Crone, Death, Life, and the Greenman, an Oracle, an Earth deity, a narrator, and a chorus of three, (possibly more) who sing to set the mood. And it is intended to take place over two days, though it could be done as one rather long ritual with three parts, almost like three acts. The opening act, which sets the scene, provides the mythic elements, the middle act in which the quest takes place and the location moves to our Oracular Cauldron (see May entries for description) and Sacred Cave. The final scene brings resolution after a labyrinthine search through our Dearinth. I think it highly unlikely that I could pull this off. And yet there it is and I am already thinking of who might hold which energy and be interested in trying it. And when would be an appropriate time to perform it. I think it would take at least a year of planning, preparing, collecting props, and commitments from people to participate. Arghh! But maybe...
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