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Friday, April 23, 2021

Re-Storying the World. Beltane: the Rites of Spring

 


Beltane: The Rites of Spring

  Goddess May Pole

 

The Celts considered Beltane, or May Eve, the beginning of summer and we still celebrate it by building bonfires—on hillsides or our back yards. Beltane is the fourth gateway of the Wheel of the Year, a time when "sweet desire weds wild delight." It is the season when the first glorious burst of springtime causes our hearts to rejoice in life and perhaps love. Our passions are re-ignited at Beltane. We engage in the wild flow of life, regardless of age. Our blood pumps through our veins with renewed strength, our hearts open to delight and we become one with the blossoming Earth.

It is in the 'lusty month of May' that our imaginations take flight with hope. Perhaps this year. . . ! And so we dance around the Maypole, weaving the energies of life and love, hope and expectation for the coming year. We weave the feminine and masculine energies of Life and dance in renewal. Amidst the flowering shrubs and birdsong, we also engage in the dance of light and life, calling in for ourselves ever greater light and deeper and fuller life. Winter is behind us and a new round of life awaits us. What do we desire to be and do this year?

 


 

The bonfires of Beltane bless us with the fire of desire, and when we jump through and over them, the fires cleanse us of any lingering winter darkness, and bring us luck and fertility.

There are many traditions that say that during Beltane, the veils between the worlds become thin and the Faerie Folk come into our world to dance and give the Earth their blessings. 

 In Celtic mythology, the Otherworld is the realm of the deities as well as of the dead. The Otherworld is usually described as a supernatural realm of everlasting youth, beauty, health, abundance and joy. (A happier vision of the afterlife than our western religions offer us.)

Perhaps this belief in a bridging of worlds contains a memory of a time when priestesses and shamans celebrated the opening of the veils between the worlds and the powers of the Earth took on form and walked amongst humans.

Because once upon a time, they did! 

 

  


When April turns to May, the Mother and her newly returned Daughter roam the woods, looking for the portal where the veils thin and the Otherworld draws near every May Day and Samhain.

They came to watch the Great Beings bless the re-blossoming of Life here on Earth.

The two women walk through a wispy fog as darkness slowly dissolves the light. In this twilight hour, the glowing green of new grass and tender new buds turn silvery-grey. Birds dart overhead through the stark tree branches, flashes of bright color to the growing dark. The sounds of animals settling in for the night whisper through the forest.

The women slip into a hidden forest glade. Before them rises the Faerie Mound.  

 Under a trio of birch trees, the women sit across from the Mound, breathing in the scent of Spring. As darkness fills the wooded valley, and silence spreads her silken wings, the women keep watch, enfolded in the sweet-smelling darkness, waiting for Moonrise.

In the waiting darkness, the Mother is remembering. Sinking into the silence of the night, she sinks down into the silence of her heart. The painful memories take shape like a dense, gray fog in her mind, only to shred and blow away with the coming of Joy. For lo! Her daughter, who had been lost, is found again! The memory flows through her like a bubbling brook, whose song is the sound of joy.

The Daughter sits in the growing dark, sharpening her eyes on the shadowy shapes gathering around her. As her eyes adjust to the darkness, her ears attune themselves to the night. The quiet rustlings of the night forest gives way to the quicksilver melody of a brook leaping and tumbling on the forest floor, while nightingales sing praises on the other side of the rounded hill.

Looking at her mother, the daughter knows a moment of wonder. Some comfort she thought lost forever is found again. At peace, she shifts her gaze to the starry heavens. The pressure of the light is building on her skin, and she looks to the East for the rising of the Moon.

The sudden appearance of that glowing light, flowing down from the heavens, cuts through the trees to fall on the Faerie Mound. 

 


 

Now, the sound of moonlight falling on a Faerie Mound is indescribable; it’s as if the most delicate bells are set ringing by the most delectable breezes of Spring. Both Mother and Daughter let the sound wash over them like a waterfall before they turn to look at each other with identical grins.

So it begins!

The music of the light and of the night weave soft melodies, tossed by playful winds high above the forest only to sink down through the unfurling leaves to dance on the new green grass of the hill before them.

The women stand to greet the Moon Mother as her light flows through the forest, reaching toward them like a blessing. When the Moon herself finally rises above the trees, they open their arms in welcome.

Then they turn toward the Faerie Mound. And wait.

As they wait, they add their voices to the wind's melody. There in the glowing dark, Nature’s song calls out through the veils to the Invisible Powers, to the Shining Ones. The song deepens and swells, and with arms outstretched to send forth the call, the two women watch as the veils between the worlds fray and shred like mist dissolving in morning light.

The Faerie Mound is slowly splitting open, and light pours out of the rift, brighter than the moonbeams that dance through the dark forest. A hidden Sun shines from the other side of the veil and takes shape as a Tree, a great shining Tree of crystal light, with its roots sunk in the Earth and its branches reaching to the heavens.

 


 

The Tree glimmers with all the colors of the rainbow as the winds of the Otherworld blow through its branches. As the music of the Faerie Mound winds through the clearing, another sound faintly echoes, the deep note of a drumbeat woven beneath the enchantment of the bells.

With each drumbeat, the Tree puts forth leaves of silver and of gold, until a great canopy of brilliant light hangs overhead. Then, as if the Tree can no longer contain the fullness of the light within itself, a flash of light erupts from it into the forest, and a fire flares up among the dead limbs the women have gathered.

 

The drumbeat becomes the sound of thunder in the night sky, and the fire burns with the brightness of the Tree.  Suddenly, the women feel a Presence approaching. Through the rift, flying on strong breezes, come flocks of different birds; small wrens and robins, brilliantly colored parrots, white swans and stately egrets, fierce hawks and majestic eagles. All the birds of the air come as the vanguard of the Mighty One who follows, Lord of the Air, Guardian of the Dawn, He who gives the breath of life to all living beings. 

 


 

With Him walks One who wears the light of Heaven upon Her face. Stars pulse on her cloak, and her eyes are shining galaxies, full of the Wisdom of the Universe. As these two Beings pass through the veils, the women see Justice tempered with Mercy on the Lord of Life’s face and feel safe. When the Queen of Heaven looks down upon them, they know the face of Compassion and Love and are content. Then these two Mighty Ones pass on into the woods.

 


 

Next comes a Power who takes the form of a mounting green wave, foam-crested and shimmering in watery blue-greens. He wears it like a cloak, and with Him flows the music of all the waters which sing upon the Earth. Within the waters, the women see the wildness of ocean waves, the rolling flow of rivers, the silence of a hidden forest pool, the roaring of sleek waterfalls, and the bubbling up of springs. As this Mighty Presence passes by, the women are engulfed by the wave, and emerging, are washed clean by its joyful life.

With a laugh, shaking out their hair over the fire, they watch the flames lick at the wood. Then the ground starts to shake.

A gnarled, little gnome is pulling his leg out of the dark soil of the Faerie Mound at the point where the rift emerged from the Earth. The women can’t contain their joy and delight when they see what caused the rukus. The Dwarf is clothed in browns and greens, and brings to mind the damp coolness and musty smells of fertile earth and forest tracks. He turns to them with a deep-throated laugh, and reaching down into the hole, begins pulling up a wealth of gemstones and metal objects, each one a creation of rare and astonishing beauty. 

 

  

The Master Craftsman looks at the beauty he’s created, and then lifting his arms, he gives a jaunty whistle. Soon the women hear the noise of many feet, and see a procession of men, women and children come through the trees. One by one they accept one of the Master's creations. When He has distributed all his store, the procession continues on into the forest, the gifts of the Master Craftsman held with reverence and honor at heart and breast.

The women turn back to the rift, staring in wonder and delight at the glorious Being stepping through the veils. She brings with Her the green livingness of the Earth. Dressed in a glorious robe of glowing green, She carries within herself the forms of all the countless lives that grow upon the Earth. The Mother sees trees the size of towers in forests long forgotten, and the flowering blossoms of trees that will soon bear sweet fruits. The Daughter sees soft dark moss growing over stones, and the secret life which moves the growth of corn and reeds, of root and stalk. As this Queen of the Greening passes by, She hands each woman a seed, and blows her breath upon their brows in blessing.

 

 

Meanwhile, the fire burns on and the thunder rumbles overhead, and the breezes, carrying moisture from the brook, swirl around the eddies of the flames, and teardrops fall onto the burning wood. The women watch the fire sizzle and crackle in silence.

And then they feel it: a great and gentle Spirit stands over them, wrapping them in love mixed with sorrow and pity With the Sorrowful Mother comes endurance and hope, and the wisdom that understands that life grows through suffering and sacrifice. A sudden breath of wind stirs the fire, and it blazes up to the sound of thunder until it seems to consume the whole world.

Now a new rarified sight takes hold of them and they see they are surrounded by countless Beings of exotic grace and beauty, swaying to the music that floats on the night breezes that sweep across the boundary of the worlds. And before they have time to wonder where all these Shining Folk have come from, they’re swept away in a wild dance.

All through the night they dance around the magical Tree, weaving strands of energy and light into patterns which echo their dancing steps. The light comes from the Shining Ones themselves, each individual creating part of the pattern, all connected in an intricate weave of light and life.

Far into the night, the Mother looks into the eyes of her dancing partner, and sees her fate written there. 

 


 

But it is to the Daughter that the Shining Ones now turn their gazes toward. In a sudden silence, the Queen of Earth takes the Daughter by the hand and leads her into the center of their enchanted circle. Spreading her arms over the girl, She bestows the blessings of the growing green upon her in a shower of emerald crystals. Next, the Queen of Heaven lays her starry robe around the girl's shoulders, and kisses her on the lips. And finally, the Dark Queen comes to bind the Daughter's hands, for sorrow is ever a companion on the Way.

Drawing closer, the Shining Ones behold their chosen Queen of May. And with solemn, stately steps, they dance to weave the strands of life and love, fertility and death, light and darkness around her. They bestow upon her the blessings of the OtherWorld.

 

 

Then as when a dream begins to slowly shred, once again the Tree began to glow, still growing in both this world and in all the others. The drumbeat calls to the thunder, and soon small clouds gather in the grayness before dawn. Under the light of the Tree, the grass grows greener and the air grows sweeter as the breezes of dawn sweep through the glade.

The ghostly dancers silently fade into the morning mists, until only the Mother and Daughter wait, feeling the heat of the rising Sun reflected in the fire at their feet. The Moon, having traveled the heavens throughout the night, sends her last rays soaring high upon the leaves of the Tree in the Otherworld, so that the lights of both blend, the silver and the gold. And the music of that blending sends a shiver of delight and a sweetness flaming through the living Earth, so that all are renewed and reborn.

As the sweet delight of that music sweeps through the women, the Sun rises. A golden shaft of light spears the heart of the fire, re-awakening the glowing embers to life. The Daughter feeds the fire and smiles to herself, for she understands the fire and its need. And reaching down, she places the Earth Mother's seed in the midst of the flames.

When she looks up, her mother is smiling down at her. A moment more and she finds herself in her mother's arms. She is kissed with great love and tenderness, and then her mother turns away, swiftly stepping toward the rift that is slowly closing in the light of the new day. The last of the Shining Ones have slipped through the glowing rift already. But someone stands there at the rift, his drum hanging from his shoulder and his hand held out to her mother, who has chosen to follow him.

Yet for a moment more, her mother holds the veils open, as a shadowy form slipped around her body and steps to the foot of the Faerie Mound. When her mother sends her wink and a smile, the Daughter casts one last loving look at her mother as her body dissolves in the crystal light of the Tree.

And then the Tree and the light are gone. With a crack of thunder, the hillside reforms itself and the veils are once again closed.

 

 

Now the Daughter looks at the Being standing silent and still on the hillside. A man, strong and broad-shouldered, looks back at her. The Sun's beams move up well-shaped legs and torso, until his dark eyes and strong face are lit with a golden glow. In his eyes, she reads a love of the Earth and of growing things, a desire to defend the lands that he loves, and the will to hunt down all that is hurtful to that life. And as she looks deeper, she sees herself as he sees her, and knows that she is loved and desired.

As graceful and proud as a king stag, he comes to her, and taking her hand in his, kisses her.

Then with a shout of joy, he embraces this beautiful woman standing before him. As the Sun lights up the forest glade, the Woman and Man walk hand and hand into the forest. Where she walks, the Woman leaves behind a trail of flowers - blue forget-me-nots, red anemones and purple pansies. With the Man, the animals of that place—stag, fox, wolf and bear – follow.

Soon their laughter floats out through the moist morning air, smelling of sweet desire and wild delight!

While thunder rolls to the beat of the drum, clouds sweep in to cover the morning Sun. Soft rain falls like music on delicate leaves and drowns in rich, dark soil. And the shimmering drops quench the fires of Beltane, so they might water the seeds both Mother and Daughter had set in the heart of the fire.

And the Faerie glade grew green with life. 

 


 


Copyright 2021 Cathy Pagano.  All rights reserved.


Thursday, April 8, 2021

Re-Storying the World: The Magic of Fire

 

Re-Storying the World: The Magic Of Fire

 


 

While Spring Equinox is dedicated to the East and to the element Air – and therefore Wind and sound – it takes place in the sign of Aries, the cardinal FIRE sign that signifies primal fire! It is the original spark of the divine that finds itself in human form – and searches for its IDENTITY.  Fire helps us to see!

All the elements – Air, Fire, Water, Earth – are channels for communicating with Spirit. Fire, though, symbolizes the life-giving and vital force of life within us. It is our kundalini energy within our bodies as well as our connection to Spirit.

Fire is dynamic, both creative and destructive, transformative and energetic. Fire can burn down forests or cook a meal, soften metal to be forged or light our way in the dark. Fire can hurt us or heal us, inspire us or fuel our anger.

Ancient peoples knew that fire was magical, and although we have alternative methods to warm ourselves and cook our food and light our way, we still are easily captivated by the magic of an open fire, where we can see visions in the flames.

 

 

 

There are many gods and goddesses of Fire, but for now, let’s work with four archetypal patterns of this Primal Fire Energy.


1. Pele – Original fire She who shapes the Sacred Land

2. Prometheus – gave fire to humans. Consciousness

3. Hestia – the communal hearth fire. Community

4. Brigit – Creative Fire. Creativity


These four archetypal patterns are found throughout the world, because they are part of Mother Earth’s cosmic laws of life. These archetypal patterns appear to us as gods or goddesses, symbolic representations of energies that we can relate to.

While archetypes are collective energies that shape life, each of us can connect with them on an inner level and ask them for help. As Caroline Casey says “Co-operators are standing by.”


So let’s take a quick look at our four archetypal patterns of Fire.


PELE: She Who Shapes The Land




Pele (pronounced peh-leh) is the goddess of fire, lightning, wind, dance and volcanoes. Otherwise known as ka wahine ai honua, the woman who devours the land, Pele’s home is believed to be Halemaumau crater at the summit of Kilauea, one of the world’s most active volcanoes. Her fires devour the land with her lava flows which then become new land. Out of her destructive energies comes new life.

According to many of her legends, any volcanic eruption in Hawaii is attributed to Pele’s longing to be with her true love. Pele was known for her many lovers and violent breakups with them. So she’s still looking for that true love. 

 

 

Pele is the daughter of the Earth goddess Haimea and Kane Milohai (creator of the sky, earth and heavens), and was born in Honua-Mea in Tahiti. Pele was sent away by her father because of her difficult temper and for seducing her sister, Namakaokahai’s, husband. Pele’s older brother Kamohoalii (the king of sharks) provided Pele with a large canoe which she and her brothers took and paddled across the Pacific Ocean, eventually coming to Hawai’i.

After many battles with her siblings all along the island chain, Pele finally arrive on the island of Hawai’i and settled on Kilauea’s fiery mountain. 

 


 

Pele is known to be a wanderer and is often sighted around the islands, either as a beautiful young woman or as an old crone. If she comes to you as a crone, it is a test of your generosity. So watch for her.

So why would you invoke Pele? Her fires and lava streams destroy what’s grown on the land, but then they provide us with new land. When you want your fires to create something concrete, turn to Pele for help. If you want land to create your vision upon, call on Pele. Just watch your step with her – she is known for her violent passions. This is the intense passion of love that can bring the greatest joy and the darkest emotional devastation. This is a primal and often violent energy of fire, coming up from the depths of the Earth. Handle with Care!

As with all archetypal energies, you’ll need to bargain with Pele for her help. Energy exchange is always a two-way street.



Prometheus: Gifter of the Fire of Self-Awareness



Prometheus (forethought) was the Titan god of Fire in Greek mythology. He was the god who realized there was no creature yet on earth who could house the Spirit and in turn work to create something more in life. He was a trickster and crafty, and knew that the seed form of consciousness was within all of life, so he took some clay, moistened it with river water and shaped it into the image of the gods. Then he took both good and evil from the animals and put them into his creation’s heart. His friend, the goddess Athena, breathed the divine breath into this creature and brought it to consciousness. Humanity was now aware of itself. And Prometheus became their guide and protector.

Once the other gods became aware of humanity, they demanded sacrifices from them. To protect humanity, Prometheus tricked Zeus into choosing a sacrifice of bones and fat instead of ones with meat, which then became humanity’s portion. Zeus in his anger at being tricked, took away fire from humanity.



But Prometheus took his fire and gave it back to humans. And he was punished for it by being chained to a rock on a volcanic mountain, where Zeus’ eagle ate his liver each day – and it would grow back each night. The Greeks believed the liver was the seat of emotions, so it indicates that Zeus was trying to cure him of his kindness and emotional attachment to humanity.

At some point in his punishment, Chiron the great teacher, who was wounded by a poisoned arrow but could not die because he was immortal, offered to take his place.

Prometheus is seen as the bringer of fire and civilization to mortals but also their preserver, giving them all the arts and sciences as well as the means of survival.

So in many ways, Prometheus symbolizes humanity’s self-awareness, our ability to strive and grow and become like the gods.

If you pick Prometheus to connect with, acknowledge his suffering as your own to become a more conscious human being.


Hestia, Goddess of the Hearth Fire




This is part of the Homeric hymn to Hestia:


Hestia, in the high dwellings of all, both deathless gods and men who walk on earth, you have gained an everlasting abode and highest honor: glorious is your portion and your right. For without you mortals hold no banquet, —where one does not duly pour sweet wine in offering to Hestia both first and last.


Hestia was one of the oldest matriarchal goddess, and was the Greek goddess of the Hearth. She had no temple nor image except for the fire itself. She was the communal fire in a home or community and she symbolized the home place – where we belong and are nurtured. Pythagoras said that the fire of Hestia was the center of the world, the navel of the world wherever it was found.

She was the fire that glowed at the center of a home or community, and she received the richest parts of sacrifices and was honored before all the other gods. She was the primal fire of creation.

 


 

All prayers and offerings began and ended with her since she is the guardian of the innermost center of ourselves.

If you choose to connect with Hestia, you are seeking the connection of community and a sense of your own place in the web of life. Honor her with reverence for the warmth, light and presence she brings to you.


Brigit: Celtic Goddess of the Creative Fires



 

Brigid was a goddess of the Tuatha Dé Danann. She was a daughter of the chief of the gods, The Dagda, and was known as a goddess of healers, poets, smiths, childbirth and inspiration. Her name means "exalted one". Her connection to fire also connects her to the Sun.

She was another Goddess of Fire and the Hearth and was a patron of warfare or Briga. Her soldiers were called Brigands, who were later called outlaws by Christians, such as Robin Hood’s merry men.

Brigit, as the Celtic goddess of Fire, was a triple goddess who ruled with her sisters the arts of healing and smith craft as well as poetry. She was such a popular goddess that the Catholics had to turn her into a saint when people refused to stop worshiping her.

 


 

She is the goddess who is celebrated at the cross-quarter holiday of Imbolc on February 1st the old Celtic first day of Spring. There was an ancient ‘college’ or shrine at Kildare, where her 19 priestesses kept an eternal sacred flame burning. She always was more than a Catholic saint, constantly re-emerging as the Great Goddess of fertility in both people and animals.

Once again, we have a deity who uses fire for creation and to help humanity. As patron of smiths, she helped men turn raw metals into tools and weapons. As the patron of poetry, she inspired poets to write stories, and she supported the bards who were the memory keepers of the Celtic people. As patron of healing, her healing springs were venerated by the people who received miraculous healings from them.

 


 

If you decide to call on Brigit with help for your creative vision, make an offering to the fire and look for a vision. And in return, offer to be a brigand/outlaw who stands by the people in their need.


Fire is such a powerful element of life. With all the gifts it bestows, we need to honor all that it does for us and for life itself.

While Aries is the Primal Fire of Creation, if we look at the houses in our natal charts, we find that they each belong to the elementals.


So if Aries is in your 1st, 5th and 9th houses, you get a double dose of Fire. You have energy and vitality to spare. You want to create something, do something, journey somewhere where you’ll finally find your Self.

Aries Fire in an Earth house – the 2nd, 6th and 10th houses – creates pottery and useful tools and crafts. These are the houses where you can use your fire to create something that is tangible and which lasts.

Aries Fire in an Air House – the 3rd, 7th, & 11th houses – helps you spread your ideas and creative vision as well as your enthusiasm abroad. Communicate, teach, network, find your tribe.

Aries Fire in a Water House – the 4th, 8th, & 12th houses – will fire up your passions. Putting your intention toward the inner dimensions of life, you will ignite your imagination. Become someone who is ‘imagining’ the new story into being. Don’t be the actor, but rather the creator of the New Story.


May the power of Fire

Inspire you to

Create community

Discover your passions

And welcome you back home!