Lughnassadh 2007
Reflections on a High Rite
Jack Green
One should always write about a High Rite shortly after it
occurs. Otherwise it is far too easy to forget key
details. Hindsight is always 20/20, but the memory part
isn't quite as good. Alas, it is
almost Mabon, and I am finally getting to write about Lughnassadh,
which
occurred over a month ago. And my memory isn't what it once was,
and it never was what it should be. So please forgive the fog
inherent in this description. I will try to be more prompt with
my Mabon description.
At Lughnassadh, we called Lugh and Tailtui.
This is most appropriate because the High Rite of Lughnassadh focuses
on the love and commitment between Lugh and his foster mother.
The Gate Keeper of this rite was Mannanan. He is the Celtic
Walker between Worlds. It makes good sense to have him as our
Gate Keeper.
The purpose and intention of this High Rite was that the
participants might find greater harmony and balance in their
lives. One of my roles in this rite was to state clearly
the intention in our magic and ceremony. I struggled with
this just a bit, because I was unsure what the difference was between
balance and harmony. Are they just two words for the same
thing? Or are they two completely different
things? My conclusion, and it is far from conclusive,
is that balance is more of an internal thing. It involves finding
a peace between one's different elements, personas, or
aspects. Harmony on the other hand, is more external.
It involves living in peace and tolerance with those around us.
In my limited vision, balance and harmony involved peace, both internal
and external. This theme was stated initially in the
opening prayer. It was revisted in the Prayer of Sacrifice. Will
spoke on the Lore of the Season. His interpretation is one that I
deeply buy into. That Tailtui's clearning of the land, a work
that cost her very life, was done in the seeking of peace. She
was demonstrating that there was indeed enough land for the various
ethnic groups to live in peace and in harmony. Hers was an act
that did lead to a form of peace, for Lugh after her death held a
yearly festival in honor of his mother, a festival that came to be
called
Lughnassadh. The various tribes would lay down their weapons, if
only temporarily, and compete in sports, contests, and games. The
wish of
Tailtui had, in the long run, been fulfilled.
The omen was read in a most unique
way. Three seers were called to watch and interpret water,
earth, and fire. The Well, the Fire, and the Tree were called
upon to give us a message. The seers listened and then
shared
what they heard. My memory is vague as to what exactly the
message
was. But I do remember that it was both positive and
propitious.
I have to be honest in one criticism or bias
that I have. I sort of feel that such an omen is perhaps too
subjective. It is maybe too easy to let one's imagination get in
the way of Spirit when there is no concrete medium for communication
outside of one's own mind. I would feel far more comfortable if we were
to use runes, or ogham, or even natural omens. To just use one's
imagination and thoughts is putting an incredible amount of both trust
and responsibility on the seer. Maybe that's okay, but I
would rather also have a physical tool as an aid for the
seer.
Just my two cents on this approach. I clearly show my bias.
A final observation. We began the rite,
very serious and somber, for whatever reasons. Perhaps so that
the seers could clearly hear what the Druidic Trine had to
say. But as the rite went on, we were reminded that both
Tailtiu and Lugh valued greatly the creative mind, the innovative
spirit. A bit of silliness entered in. There was laughter, Monty Python
allustions and odd songs. The
laughter lightened to mood and blessed the atmosphere of the
ritual. I do think that was good. And just
maybe the deities were pleased with the innovativeness of our
seers. If creativity and thinking outside of the box are
what truly appeals to the Lady Tailtui and her most talented Son, then
maybe our innovative approach to the omen was just what they
wanted. In which
case, I might just be wrong with my bias and my critique.
A copy of our ritual
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