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THE FROG RITUAL
I wrote the components of this ritual specifically for the 2006 PUF Festival in Tennessee, where I performed it with by M.R. Sellars. Please keep in mind that it's very tongue in cheek. And while you're keeping things in mind, please know that should you swipe it from me without giving me proper credit as the author...you, too, will be green, slimy and croaking!
Materials:
Cauldron with fire inside
One piece of yarn for each participant
One small cup of water for each participant
Be-ribboned frog gig on pole
Fly swatter
Cast iron skillet
Lily pad
Plush frog toy
Rhinestone tiara
Frog Circle Casting:
Froggie went a'circlin', he did skip, uh huh
Froggie went a'circlin', he did leap
He cast that circle wide and deep
Froggie went a'circlin', he did go, uh huh
Froggie went a'circlin', 'round he went, uh huh
Froggie went a'circlin', time he bent, uh huh
Froggie went a'circlin', he did so
He cast that Circle high and low
Froggie went a'circlin', he did go, uh huh
Froggie cast a Circle 'tween the worlds, uh huh
Froggie made a space where magic twirls, uh huh
Froggie formed a place where time's not time
Where frogs aren't frogs, and slime's not slime
Froggie cast a Circle 'tween the worlds, uh huh
* * * * *
Frog Guardian Calls
East [Fly Swatter]:Come to us now, oh winds of the East!
You who bring flies on which the Frog loves to feast
You who carry the magic of the Frog's little song:
That Ribbit we hear so often and long
The Circle is open - your power please lend.
Your presence is welcomed - we bid you, whip in!
South [Cast Iron Skillet]:
Come to us now, oh Southerly fires!
Whose light and pure strength add flame to desires.
Who cooks up those Frog legs with its perfect heat
'Til they're brown and they're crispy - oh, man! What a treat!
The Circle is open - your power please lend.
Your presence is welcomed - we bid you, come in!
West [Lily Pad]:
Come now, oh waters of the Western port!
Where tadpoles are hatched - and they play and cavort
Where Froggies on lily pads visit and croak
And learn to perfect that perfect breaststroke
The Circle is open - your power please lend.
Your presence is welcomed - we bid you, come in!
North [Plush Frog Toy]:
Come to us now, oh Northerly earth!
Who gives its support so the Frog hops in mirth
Whose strength gives it leverage to hop in the lap
Of unsuspecting ladies - and the occasional chap
The Circle is open - your power please lend.
Your presence is welcomed - we bid you hop in!
Spirit [Rhinestone Tiara]:
And power of Spirit, we ask you come, too
To aid in the Frog's transformational coup
To manifest royalty once and for all
So into its trap, none of us fall
And wind up with warts on our lips or our chins
Your presence is welcomed - we bid you drop in!
* * * * *
The Charge of the Frog
I am the tadpole who's birthed in the water's edgeWho frolics 'neath its mossy ledge
Who swims and plays without a care
In the shallow waters, so warm and fair
I am the tadpole who deals with the sprouting
Of the four little stubs I am suddenly touting
And who wonders what possible use they could be
As they develop webbed toes and a joint called a knee
But there's more to my trials as I'm dealt a real test:
For that beautiful tail with which I was blessed
Becomes lifeless and still. And alack and alas...
That gorgeous appendage falls right off my ass
And if that's not enough for a tadpole to bear
Those legs that I suffer give a swift kick toward air
And I land on a lily pad with a noise in my throat
That issues forth sounding a lot like a croak
For I am no longer a tadpole it seems
My color has changed to a bright, vivid green
I've developed a tongue more than three times my size
Which unfurls from my mouth in a mad search for flies
Gone are the days when I swam and I played
In the shallow warm waters - the days I sashayed
Beneath its assortment of tree roots and logs
For I, undeniably, now am a frog!
Yes, I am the frog to whom Witches aspire -
By the flame of the candle and the cauldron's bright fire -
To transform their victims when all else has failed
[When nothing else works and their plans are derailed]
I am the frog and the destiny of
The smart-alecky prince, and the fool who doth shove
All brain cells aside as his jaw takes to flapping
And the bane of the princess who, by the banks, takes to napping
I am what comes at the ire of the Witch
Who, in growing frustration, brings the wand to a twitch
And points it firmly in the general direction
Of an offending wing nut [at its head or midsection]
Left with no other options and no other choice
She exclaims loud and clear - at the top of her voice -
"You keep that up, and your very next word
Will surely be RIBBIT!" And then, no more is heard...
Except for the sound that croaks on through the night -
The ribbit that's heard through the dawn's early light
And the sigh of relief that is breathed by the Witch
As the wing nut's transformed without nary a hitch.
Yes, I am the frog who brings you the gift
Of swift transformation and reality shift
The power to change what is wrong in your life
[To change to pure joy what was damnable strife]
The power to change all your problems to princes
The power to rectify all old offenses
I am that which is found in all lakes, woods and bogs
I am transformative power - for I am the frog
* * * * *
The Serious Stuff...
Give each participant a length of yarn. Instruct participants to imbue the yarn with something they wish to remove from their lives, then to secure that item by tying a knot in the middle of the yarn.
Once that's done, ask them to tie the end of their strand to that of the person standing to their left.
Collect the yarn by rolling it up and then toss the whole mess into the cauldron fire.
Pass out cups of water. Explain that whenever something is removed, it leaves a whole just waiting to be filled. Ask each participant to think of something they want to add to their lives, then breathe it out across the surface of the water so that it's imbued into the liquid. Have them drink the water.
* * * * *
Frog Quarter Dismissals
East:
Thanks for your presence, oh winds of the East!
You who bring flies on which the Frog loves to feast
You who carry the magic of the Frog's little song:
That ribbit we hear so often and long
Our rite has ended - you may stay if you please
But if leaving's your choice, travel safely with ease!
South:
Thanks for your presence, oh Southerly fires!
Whose light and pure strength add flame to desires.
Who cooks up those Frog legs with its perfect heat
'Til they're brown and they're crispy - oh, man! What a treat!
Our rite has ended - you may stay if you please
But if leaving's your choice, travel safely with ease!
West:
Thanks for your presence, oh waters of the Western port!
Where tadpoles are hatched - and they play and cavort
Where Froggies on lily pads visit and croak
And learn to perfect that perfect breaststroke
Our rite has ended - you may stay if you please
But if leaving's your choice, travel safely with ease!
North:
Thanks for your presence, oh Northerly earth!
Who gives its support so the Frog hops in mirth
Whose strength gives it leverage to hop in the lap
Of unsuspecting ladies - and the occasional chap
Our rite has ended - you may stay if you please
But if leaving's your choice, travel safely with ease!
Spirit
And power of Spirit, we thank you much, too
You who aid in the Frog's transformational coup
Who manifests royalty once and for all
So into its trap, none of us fall
Our rite has ended - you may stay if you please
But if leaving's your choice, travel safely with ease!
* * * * *
Frog Circle Dissolution
Froggie circled backwards, back he went, uh huhAs Froggie circled backwards, time unbent, uh huh
As Froggie circled backwards, he dissolved
To the muggled eye what was involved
Froggie circled backwards, back he went, uh huh
Froggie circled backwards, he did hop, uh huh
Froggie circled backwards, he did skip, uh huh
As Froggie circled backwards, he erased
The magic circle in this place
Froggie circled backwards, he did go, uh huh
Froggie brought us back from 'tween the worlds, uh huh
From that space where magic twirls, uh huh
From that place where time's not time
Where incantations all must rhyme
Froggie brought us back from 'tween the worlds, uh huh
* * * * *
The Circle, though open, remains now unbroken.
It remains to protect from that which is unspoken.
In Perfect Love, in Perfect Trust,
We leave to do the things we must.
Merry we meet and merry we part,
Until we meet again with joy in our hearts.
This rite's been fun
But now, we're done
Can I hear a RIBBIT?
* * * * *
Copyright 2006 by Dorothy Morrison
I am the harmonious tune of the songbird
And the laughter of a gleeful child.
I am the bubbling sound of the running brook
And the scent of the flowers wild.
I am the floating leaf upon the breeze
And the dancing fire in the forest glade.
I am the sweet smell of rains upon the soil
And the rapture of passion when love is made.
I am the germination of seed in the Spring
And the ripening of wheat in the Sun.
I am the peaceful depth of the twilight
That soothes the soul when day is done.
I am found in the twinkling of an aged eye...
And found in the birth of a newborn pup...
Yes...Birth and Growth and Death, am I
I am the gracious Earth, on whom you sup.
I am your sister, your mother, the wise one.
I wrap you gently in the warmth of my love.
That which you seek you shall find within:
Not without...not below...not above!
Remember always, my children, be reverent
Be gentle, loving and kind to each other
And hold sacred the Earth and its creatures
For I am the Lady, Creatrix and Mother!
(copyright 1993 by Dorothy Morrison)
On a near mid-summers night
Strolling by the softly-gliding stream
Seeming leisurely and without purpose
A growing sense of anticipation within
The last rays of dazzling radiance from
He who turns the key
Her brother, lover, consort
Reflected brightness from sheathed athame
Sacred space nears, this Witch knows it well
Glimpsing the ivy-mantled slopes
Covered green with many-clustered vines
Of distant hills yet familiar
Arriving with gladdened heart - warmth filled
Welcomed by my Sisters and Brothers
Fire lit with logs of oak - cauldron placed to cook
Close by the blazing flame, pine-boughs laid about
The smell of nectar and ambrosia heighten
The senses of thirteen skyclad figures
Where torch-flames glare through incense clouds
The circle made, thrice about
A gradual advance to the verge of the grove
A platform of rock again rediscovered
While all descry the silvery orb
In the Eastern sky rising
She - that with whom the stars rejoice
Freya, Aphrodite, Isis, Diana, Kerridwen, Aradia
Hearts filled with the touch of her light
Another starry night of the turning Wheel
Silvery beams of love for Her children
fairest light that ever shone
With legs apart, all arms rise upwards
In crescent salute honoring the Goddess
Our hands clasped, the chain begins
To spiral inwards
Tabor beat and pan-pipe sounds
Voices raise a joyous strain
Eko, Eko Azarak...Eko, Eko Zamilak
Before Her in frenzy dance
The Witches' rune again is heard
Esbat celebrants
The lovely Goddess sheds Her grace
Upon Her worshiping Witches
We return thanks and praise
For love shared and knowledge gained
The seven Pleiads mount the sky
Dawn is near, day is coming
Her loving call is heard
And is seized within our souls
As the Western horizon kisses Her
Awareness intensifies
That it is not I or me or you or us or them
But rather..."I/We/Gaia"
Copyright © Sept.22, 1999 by R. Seldon All rights reserved
Lo! My love walks tall
in the shadow of the oak.
Awaiting him I stand
in the dappled shade of the willow.
I look up and see the Sun chariot
rising in the east
In the west is the silver wisp
of the full moon,
It is time.
Spring has been reborn
and now is a man
Come to plow the furrow
of the Goddess' bounty.
Light the fires and be merry,
Ignite the flame within.
Answer the Goddess' prompting
Glory in Her gifts.
It is time.
Here I await His oaken presence
Here we will lie.
We will pleasure well in each other
For such is honor to Her name.
Here we will glory in the dawning
Of a new season.
The oaken staff
wrapped close by the willow stem.
Copyright Gaia Ivory Witch [All Rights Reserved]
I have always had this nameless hunger,
A fierce, yet timid desire to pursue....what?
A longing that while its hold increases,
Its focus fades in and out as though offering
Different gateways to the same path at different times.
Even as I turned back to things mundane
I heard the soul-stirring call of my Mother
Not my birth mother, but the Earth Mother - The Mother of All
Standing in the circle I again feel her presence
Wash over me in what I have come to call Mother Rain.
I feel the energy take root and solidify in my feet,
Anchoring me to her breast with what I have come to call Mother's Arms.
Here in Her Presence, all my hunger is fed.
Every desire met, every longing answered
In a crystalline focus that blinds me with its brilliance.
Her light strikes rainbows from my tears of joy.
Here, at last I understand my places in the world.
They are many, but all begin here.
I am daughter and mother, sister, lover, and friend,
But before all these I am child....child of the Mother.
The Hunger answers the Call and the Desire is to follow.
The longing is for a choice and at long last my focus is clear.
It is my Mother's voice calling me, and it is Her Path I take.
For I am shod for this Path like no other,
This spoke on the Wheel of Life is mine as no other could be
As this Circle protects me, even so does it project me
Into that world which is and is not,
The world which was and is yet to be.
Through Her I can see my purpose, my past and future.
In Her arms I can rest and recover and heal
But I can also plan....
In these years of wisdom, all other roles fall away.
I am given the mantle of power denied me before.
Though the blood river of life flows no more from my loins
The river of wisdom has its headwaters in my soul.
Though the chains of everyday living are lifted
I now assume the responsibility of my own wisdom.
I cannot speak without thought again.
But when I speak, my voice will be heard with awe.
Now as never before I am free to search and grow.
My Goal lies on Her Path, my marriage with my Self.
I will seek by the light of the full gibbous moon.
Hunt for that which will make me whole.
But I know I will find my answers in the shadows.
And only on this path will I be wise enough at the end
To know it is yet just another beginning.
And even though I am not a maid, and now more than a mother
Everything and yet nothing has changed
I am still and always will be Her child.
Copyright Gaia Ivory Witch [All Rights Reserved]
Prep work:
5 small bowls
Incense [burn spearmint and allspice on charcoal]
Bubbles and bubble wand
Food coloring: green, blue, red, yellow
[Mix each color of food coloring in each bowl with a portion of the bubble solution, and in the 5th bowl add a small portion of each color to a portion of the bubble solution]
Cleanse your sacred area, cast the circle, call the Quarters, invoke the God and The Goddess, and light the incense. Begin by meditating on the purpose of the bubbles and healing. Visualize the healing within each bowl and see the solutions glow with a white light.
Either with a picture of the sick person or with the actual person at hand, blow the red bubbles and say 3 times:
Take the illness and pain,
And into the fire we watch it go,
Burn it away as this life will not ail but gain
Blowing the blue bubbles, say 3 times:
Washing away the burnt illness and pain,
Taking it from this physical form,
Wash it away as this life will not ail but gain
Blowing the yellow bubbles, say 3 times:
Blowing far away in the shape of a bubble the washed illness and pain,
Keeping it all trapped in the bubble and drying the body and the soul,
Blowing it away as this life will not ail but gain
Blowing the green bubbles, say 3 times:
Bury this bubble that trapped the illness and pain,
Keeping it from harming any friend or foe,
Bury it deep far away as this life will not ail but gain
Blowing the bubbles of all 4 colors, say 3 times:
I have called the power of the corners to heal,
Taking away all the ailments and troubles,
No more pain or ailment for this body and soul to feel
Thank The Goddess and The God, release the Quarters, and close the Circle.
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