The musical signal will be given to call the folk for the ritual.
The Fire Maiden (FM) will light the fire and make an offering.
FM:I kindle the sacred fire of nine woods in wisdom, love, and power.
Sacred fire burn within us.
Folk:Sacred fire burn within us.
FM will then sense the site and the folk.
The Keeper of the Well (KW) will pour the waters and make an offering.
KW:
Folk: Sacred waters flow within us.
KW will then asperge the site and the folk.
In the depths flow the waters of wisdom.
Sacred waters flow within us.
The Tender of the Tree (TT) will dress the Dolmen.
TT:
Folk: Sacred tree, grow within us.
TT will then asperge and cense the Dolmen.
From the depths to the heights spans the world tree.
Sacred Tree, grow within us.
D1: The fire, the well, the sacred tree,
Folk: Flame and flow and grow in me!
D1: In land, sea and sky
Folk: Below and on high!
D1: Thus is the sacred grove claimed and hallowed.
Folk: So be it!
D1: By the cleaning of water and fire let all ill turn away from me and mine.
So sind Sie!
D1 will state the ritual purpose and historical precedent.
Heimdall, shining one, guardian of beautiful Bïfrost, son of nine waves and sounder of the ill fated horn, you who can hear the grass grow and even hear the wool growing on the sheep, we ask you father of all men to open the gates. You who teach us the runes and our Wyrd let us walk in your light so we may journey and learn in safety. Leuchten uns hervor, Heimdall.
See Yggdrasill, the cosmic tree, the axis of the universe that connects the nine realms. Now we call upon Heimdall, the gatekeeper, so we can connect to the realms and the shining ones. Watch the fire and Yggdrasill and see Bïfrost, the rainbow bridge, manifest to us.
D1: Listen to the music of the universe, the music of Saga and draw inspiration into your hearts.
The Bard will invoke Saga.
A cup is poured for the outdwellers and they are acknowledged.
D1: Now gather ’round in ring of eld,
at the holy well at Wyrd’s mighty seat.
Words of might shall we now speak,
wary be all who (rl(g lay!
First to the high ones the horn we shall raise,
then to the elder kin the old heroes gone.
The third round to wish our wills all speak,
we may say what whets then our hearts.
Three rounds of toasting and boasting commence
- The gods
- The dead
- Open
D1: Now words are writ in Wyrd’s mighty brune,
Hail to all who have heard!
Wend now our way we shall to all homes,
Free shall we fare in frith,
wise shall we fare on our ways,
holy fare we to our holds.
