ImbolcRitual
 Sif & Ceridwy 2/4/06

  
Presented by Sif & Ceridwy
In conjunction with Kambrielle’s initiation
Kambrielle will smudge & anoint all who enter circle
Kambrielle creates circle/sacred space
Brigit Invocation: Sif & Ceridwy
Ceridwy shares the history of Imbolc
New beginnings meditation & salt water asperging: Sif
Kambrielle’s initiation (Stella)
Following Kambrielle’s initiation, all lights are extinguished and the cauldron is lit. Candles are passed out. Ceridwy/Daughters of the Flame
Kambrielle lights her flame from the cauldron. She passes the flame sunwise to each woman in turn. As the light is passed, each woman will
say: I am the bride of Brigit, a Daughter of the Flame.
The candles are placed on the altar.
Sif/Cleansing & Purification
All who desire to come forward to cleanse their tools in the sacred flame and smoke.
Sif/New Beginnings & Fertility
The bowl/cauldron of wildflower seeds is passed. As the bowl is passed, each woman stirs the cauldron, sharing with her sisters what she is
excited to create, to bring to life, to birth, in the new year. Once the bowl has been passed, it is placed on the altar. To raise a cone of power,
the women chant and dance: Spoken chant: Candle bright, burning fire, keep within you our desire!
Ceridwy/Milk & Honey
The chalice of milk & honey is charged and then passed from sister to sister.

The History of Imbolc
"Come with me", said Brigid, "I am going to put my mantle round the Earth because it has dreamed of Beauty."
This season belongs to Brigid, the Celtic goddess who in later times became revered as a Christian saint. Originally, her festival on February 1 was known as Imbolc or Oimelc, two names which refer to the lactation of the ewes, the flow of milk that heralds the return of the life-giving forces of spring. Later, the Catholic Church replaced this festival with Candlemas Day on February 2, which is dedicated to the Virgin Mary and features candlelight processions. The powerful figure of Brigid the Light-Bringer over lights both pagan and Christian celebrations. As with many of the Pagan Sabbats, Imbolc has made its way into the lives of non-pagans. The foretelling and omen properties of the holiday gradually evolved into Groundhog Day, the day when the end of winter is foretold by the appearance (or non appearance) of the groundhog. In most parts of the British Isles, February is a harsh and bitter month. In old Scotland, the month fell in the middle of the period known as Faoilleach, the Wolf-month; it was also known as a' marbh mhiòs, the Dead-month. But although this season was so cold and drear, small but sturdy signs of new life began to appear: Lambs were born and soft rain brought new grass. Ravens begin to build their nests and larks were said to sing with a clearer voice.
In Ireland, the land was prepared to receive the new seed with spade and plough; calves were born, and fishermen looked eagerly for the end of winter storms and rough seas to launch their boats again. In Scotland, the Old Woman of winter, the Cailleach, is reborn as Bride, Young Maiden of Spring, fragile yet growing stronger each day as the sun rekindles its fire, turning scarcity into abundance. In some traditions, Cailleach is said to have imprisoned Bride. The return of the Spring being the result of her realease.

THE EXALTED ONE “…woman of wisdom…a goddess whom poets adored…” -- Cormac's Glossary
It is tempting to view this goddess of the early Spring only as The Coming of Bride: a wide-eyed, golden-haired girl, encircled by children. But behind her girlish innocence is the power of a once-great ancestral deity, Brigid, whose name means “The Exalted One,” queen and mother goddess of many European tribes.
She is said to have had two sisters: Brigid the Physician and Brigid the Smith, but it is generally thought that all three were aspects of the one goddess of poetry, healing, and smithcraft. Elsewhere she is described as the patron of other vital crafts of early Celtic society: dying, weaving and brewing. A goddess of regeneration and abundance, she was greatly beloved as a provider of plenty who brought forth the bounties of the natural world for the good of the people. She is closely connected with livestock and domesticated animals.
Some Irish rivers bear her name, and in these regions she is so beloved, that she is said to have invented beer!!!
Appropriate rituals for this holiday include celebrations of the Sun or Brigid and the light and inspiration they provide, as well as initiation and Goddess dedication rituals. This is an ideal time to divine your future through tarot, runes or trance. You may also draw upon the growing strength of the Sun to provide inspiration for your growth. If you need to look into the future or past to aid in your path planning, this is the ideal holiday. This is a time to celebrate that the Earth will soon awaken from Her winter sleep!

SAINT OF THE FLAME- WE ARE ALL HER DAUGHTERS
“…she shall arise like a shining sun…” -- Lives of Saints, The Book of Lismore
In the past, a flame was lit and tended on a twenty day rotation; each woman tended the fire in her own way, so that it is a solitary devotion linked to the devotions of a larger group. On the twentieth day the Goddess Herself keeps the flame alive. These women became known in some regions as “The Daughters of The Flame”.
This fire was burned in a place sheltered by hedges and no men were allowed to enter therein. Even the women who tended it could not blow on it with their mouths, but had to use bellows or a fan.
Today, instead of burning in one grove, temple, or monastery, it burns on personal altars, desks, and picnic tables in countries east and west, south and north.
The reasons for rekindling Her flame are many. It is a celebration in our own lives of Her triple aspects of poet, healer, and smith. Tonight, we will light a fire in honor of the Goddess Brigid and the saint Bridget, modeled after the perpetual fire which once burned in Kildare. With the candles that we will each light, We share the task of tending the flame- our OWN flame.
In most traditions, the initial lighting of the Sacred Flame is done by a virgin or maiden. Tonight we also celebrate the initiation of our Sister, Kambrielle, who is a Maiden. Because of this, we give the honor of the lighting of the Sacred Flame to her. Kambrielle, as your sisters and fellow priestesses, we welcome you to the Service of the Goddess. Blessed Be.

(Begin drum circle and lighting of the flame- After the initial lighting, Kambrielle will light her candle from the flame. Each person then lights their candle from the person before them, until the Circle is complete.)
Make yourself comfortable. Close your eyes. Take a deep breath and allow yourself to relax into your seat. Take another deep breath to release all your tensions, all your cares. Finally, take one more deep breath to bring yourself into a place of stillness. Clear your mind and listen to the sound of my voice.
Bring your awareness to your skin. Feel how it gently holds you in, holds you up. Feel the pressure of where you are seated against it. Feel the temperature of the room. Sense the energy of your sisters around you. Inhale that feeling through your skin. Let your mind touch each part of you—the crown of your head and scalp, your back, the bottoms of your feet, the tops of your hands. Feel your beautiful skin surrounding you. Now you feel that there is warm sunlight on your skin and a soft breeze blows. You have become a seed, hanging in delicate balance in the arms of your mother. Gently, with reverence, you detach yourself from Her and float on the breeze until you find a soft place to land. There, you nestle into the dark folds of Her skin, the deep, moist soil of Earth, and rest. Your journey was difficult and long and you feel comforted to rest in this place.
From your vantage point, you watch as the days grow longer, the skies darkening with winter weather and snow. The sun barely touches your skin anymore and you feel sorrow at its passage. Soon, the first flakes begin to fall, and you burrow deeper into the earth to get away from the cold. A blanket of soil and moisture begins to cover you until you can no longer see the sun at all. Further and further you push into the soil until it is completely dark and safe. It is warm here and you again feel close to your Mother as she holds you in her belly. You rest, silent in the darkness.
(pause)
There is a sound, a motion in the Earth. The soil around you is trembling. And there is a change inside of you, too. Your skin feels too small. Your heart is filled to bursting with excitement. You want to stretch and break free of this shell you are in, to break free of the heavy, warm soil. You, too, begin to tremble with anticipation. You call to your Mother, “What comes, my mother, to shake the very breast of you?” “It is Spring, my child,” She whispers, only you can’t hear her, you feel her say it to you. “The sun grows in strength and caresses me. I am coming alive and so are you.”
You know Her words to be true. Deep inside you is a growing restlessness, an ache to break out and to grow. It is so strong, so passionate, that it nearly pulls you apart. But you are also afraid: if you disintegrate here in the bosom of the earth, what will be left of you? Who will you become? You know this fear because it has been with you before. It has been the shadow that followed you on the wind, the first icy gales of winter that haunted your dreams. It is time, time to face your fear, and to see that it is only one possibility. Turn and name your fear. See it head on. Know that it is only one path and that to risk success, you must risk failure. Go into the fear.
(pause)
You have taken hold of your fear. You understand the danger that you face, that any risk is accompanied by the possibility of failure. And yet you also know that failure is only one of a thousand possibilities! Instead, you hold your fear close to you, compassionately, in understanding, and then you tuck it away. Today is not the day that you will fail.
Instead, as you lay in the Mother’s belly, preparing, feeling the pull of the sun, you allow yourself to dream. Who will you become? When you emerge from the earth, what will you leave behind? You will be new and whole and take the next brave step on your path. Where will it take you? You need not know the destination of your journey—you must only have the courage to take the next step. See your dream; see your new beginning. Breathe it in and allow it to possess you. Allow the passion to consume you until you are full to bursting.
(pause)
Finally, you can bear the passion no more! In a moment of pure magic, your skin falls away and you begin to grow. This is no timid growth—you shoot out of the earth, gaining strength as you grow, fueled by your dreams, your passions, your new beginning. And as you grow, the soil around you cleanses you, washing away any residue of the old you, the seed you have now outgrown. Around you, there is energy from the earth, and it calls your name, helping you, giving you strength to push your way up to the surface. Until you break free and the glorious midwinter sun shines down upon your tender shoots! The sun kisses your new, fresh skin, calls you tender names, caresses you. Beneath you, the Mother strokes your roots, anchoring your new self to Her soil, giving you strength, giving you nutrients to grow.
And there you stand, glorious in the spring sunshine. Fresh, new, fertile. And as the days lengthen, you grow strong and true. Your fear no longer holds you; you are fed by your dreams. And in this place of strength, you can bring forth new life, a shepherd. Your goals come to fruition like fruit and spawn new seeds, seeds who will take their place in the wheel of life. But for today, all you need to know is that you were once a seed, once you were only a dream on the wind. You put your trust in Goddess, took Her hand, took Her gifts, and took the next step to your goal. Your fear was still there, but you knew your fear and didn’t let it rule you. Instead, you held it tenderly and took the next step anyway, knowing that it was only one of a thousand possibilities. For today, you are growing, changing, giving birth to your dreams.
How will you grow this year, my sisters? What gift will you bring forth to the world?
(asperge each woman with salt water)
Slowly, you begin to return to the room, to the sound of my voice. You take with you your fear and your dream, your intention for this year.
Now is the time for planting, now is the time for nurturing seeds that they may grow strong within us. Come back to the room, hear my voice. Gently stretch, gently awaken, and when you are ready, open your eyes. Blessed be!

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