Open Rite
Purification
Earth Mother
Chant from ADF lead by Amanda Thomas
Statement of Purpose
We gather together to honor the beginning of autumn, the harvest of grains and fruits for the coming winter. We gather to honor Rosmerta and Lugus providers of plenty for the coming cold and darkness.
Cosmos
The well overflows and feeds the roots f the tree. The tree reaches to the sky and then falls making fuel for the fire. The fire burns, bringing hear, light, and inspiration.
Outdwellers
peak as you feel while making the offering
Open Gates
Fishermen, prepare your boars. Let us journey to the Otherworld. Fishermen, prepare your boats that we may cross the Channel to the Otherworld.
Kindreds
Spirits of this Place and Land, Spirits of Lone Star Lake, Spirits of the Prairie that our Ancestors traveled to, leaving their homes and families to make a new start. The Shining Ones who followed our ancestors across the oceans and across the mountains to this place. We welcome you.
Deities of the Occasion
Rosmerta and Lugus. Rosmerta, Great Provider, hear our prayers. Great Provider, bestow upon us prosperity. Great Provider, spread the fruits from your basket, may our harvests be plentiful. Rosmerta bestow upon us material wealth and goods. Open your purse and let gold coins fall upon us. Keep us from want.
Hear our prayers O Lugus. Triple Faced Lugus, Master of all Trades. Lugus, Protector of travelers. Lugus, ruler of contracts and oaths. May we be skilled in our trades. May we be sage as we travel. May we remember our oaths. Bestow upon us material wealth and goods. Open your purse and let gold coins fall upon us. Keep us from want.
Omen
The Blessing
Shining Ones, we have made our offerings; we have called to you in prater. We ask that you now favor us with your blessings.
Closing
We thank you Lugus and Rosmerta for the blessings bestowed upon us. We thank you Shining Ones for the blessings bestowed upon us. We thank you Ancestors for the blessings bestowed upon us. We thank you Spirits of the Place and Land for the blessings bestowed upon us.
We return your boats O fishermen, the gates are closed.
Let the tree be but a tree,
Let the well be but water
Let the fire be but flame
The ritual is closed.
Omen from the ancestors: Spear of Lugh.
Omen from the deities: Duir the Oak King.