Prayer to Fornax, goddess of the oven
May the flour be good,
may the butter and eggs be fresh,
may the yeast let the dough grow,
and may the oven be heated well,
so that my bread turns out good.
When the smell of fresh baked things wavers in the house,
I will know that your work, Fornax, is done.
Prayer to a goddess of secrets
I‘ll die if I can‘t tell it someone.
I just have to get rid of it.
It is on the tip of my tongue, but nobody is supposed to know about it.
Angerona,
so I come to you.
Goddess of absolute silence,
keeper of secrets,
silent goddess of the new year.
Whatever weighs heavily on my soul
whatever I want to talk about:
It is safe with you.
Your finger, put across your mouth,
promises me:
You won‘t pass it on.
Whatever I share with you:
It is safe with you.
Angerona, keep your smart silence
in a world full of rumours and talk.
Angerona, thank you.
Angerona ist die römische Göttin der bewahrten Geheimnisse. Ihre Statue legt den Zeigefinger in der Schweigegeste über die Lippen. Eine sehr nützliche Göttin, auch heute noch.
Nehalennia as a guide of souls
Nehalennia,
you guard the freight, you take care that everything arrives safely its destination.
Mostly the load consists of diverse goods, but sometimes it is souls that are on their way to their chosen afterlife.
You guide them safely over the waves, throught the veils and over the rainbowbridge, until they reach the other side
and claim their appropriate place, be it in the underworld, on the isles in the west or some heavenly realm.
It is you that we welcome as our ferrywoman.
Even if we don‘t need your services personally,
we honor you as the guide and companion of the dead.
Freyas Schönheitssinn
Über meinem Kopf spielt das Licht mit den Blättern der Bäume,
viele Grünschattierungen verwoben durch die Strahlen der Sonne,
und ich sehe Schönheit, Freya.
Strahlende Tänzerin, federleicht
wärmt dein Lächeln meine Seele.
Ganz und gar gibst du dich dem hin,
was du tust,
ganz im Augenblick versunken
schöpft du den Moment aus bis zur Neige.
Mein Herz ist voll von Glück,
von Leidenschaft, und ich sehe durch dich die Welt mit anderen Augen:
Sehe das Wunderbare im Detail,
das Einzigartige in einem Sekundenbruchteil,
vergänglich, aber so schön.
Friere die Erinnerung ein,
das Gefühl dabei,
in meinem Kopf immer lebendig.
Danke, dass du mir immer wieder die Sinne öffnest
und mich das Leben genießen lässt.
Freya‘s sense for beauty
Light is playing with the trees‘ leaves above my head,
many shades of green woven into a pattern by the rays of the sun,
and I see beauty, Freya.
Radiating dancer, light as a feather
your smile lightens up my soul.
You are completely busy with what you are doing,
entranced in the moment
you ladle it down to the last remains.
My heart is filled with happiness and passion,
and through you I see the world with different eyes:
See the wonderous in each detail,
the uniqueness in a split second,
volatile but oh, so beautiful.
Freeze the memory,
the feelings,
ever present in my mind.
Thank you for opening my senses
and letting my enjoy this life.
Friggas Herd
Friggas Herdfeuer brennt in unserer Mitte,
schenkt Wärme in der Kälte,
schenkt Essen denen, die Hunger haben,
schenkt Gemeinschaft denen, die sich einsam fühlen.
Frigga, Göttin des Herdes, ich grüße dich!
Du bist ein Vorbild, dem wir nacheifern können:
Du hältst die Fäden in der Hand,
verknüpfst mit deinen Knoten die Gemeinschaft.
Mit deiner Diplomatie bringst du alle an einen Tisch
und wahrst den Hausfrieden.
Gleichzeitig wirst du zur Kämpferin,
wenn dieser Frieden bedroht wird,
kämpfst wie eine Löwin für das,
was dir wichtig ist.
Dein Herdfeuer ist mehr als bloße Theorie,
mehr als eine Idee:
Durch deinen Einsatz und deine vorausschauende Planung
machst du dein Heim zu einem Ort,
an dem man sich willkommen fühlt
und genug für alle da ist.
Frigga, sei in unserer Mitte!
Frigga‘s hearth
Frigga‘s hearthfire burns in our centre,
offers warmth in the cold,
offers food for the hungry
offers company to the lonely.
Frigga, goddess of the hearth, I greet you!
You are an idol we can strive to follow:
You keep the strings in your hand,
you tie the community together with your knots.
You make them sit together at the table through your diplomacy
and you keep the peace of the house.
At the same time you become a fighter
if your peace is threatened,
fighting like a lioness
for the things that mean something to you.
Your hearth is more than just a theory,
more than an idea:
With your commitment and your ability to plan ahead
you shape this place into a home,
where everyone feels welcome
and where there is enough for everybody.
Frigga, be in our middle!
Gebet für die Disir
Langsam treten sie aus den Schatten,
Mütter, Großmütter, Frauen aus längst vergangenen Zeiten,
manche hielten mich noch in den Armen,
anderer Namen sind verloren im Laufe der Jahrhunderte.
Um mich herum schließt sich der Kreis aus Frauen meiner Vergangenheit.
Sie nehmen mich in ihre Mitte,
liebend, umarmend, stützend, beratend,
tröstend, ermutigend, ermahnend, beschützend.
Schärfer werden ihre Gesichtszüge:
blaue Augen, graue, grüne,
blonde Haare, rot, braun, grau,
glatt oder lockig.
Hände, die von Arbeit künden,
alterskrumme Rücken und aufrechte Gestalten
voller Würde umgeben sie mich,
sorgen für mich und füreinander.
Ihre Stimmen ein Hauch,
ein Flüstern im Wind,
ein Murmeln in der Erinnerung,
ein Rauschen im Bach.
Sie haben die Grenze überschritten,
doch wenn ich sie brauche, sind sie an meiner Seite.
Eines Tages werde ich auch die Grenze überschreiten
und mich einreihen in ihre Linie.
Eine Familie, viele Herdfeuer,
Knotenpunkte in der Zeit,
die uns verbinden und verknüpfen,
in Vergangenheit, Gegenwart und Zukunft.
Disir, geliebte und geehrte Vorfahrinnen,
von fernster Vergangenheit bis heute,
von den lebenden zu den verstorbenen Frauen
mache ich euch dieses Geschenk!
A Disir Prayer
Slowly they leave the shadows,
mothers, grandmothers, women from times long ago,
some of you held me in your arms
the names of others have been lost in time.
Their circle of women from my past closes around me.
They take me in their midst,
loving, embracing, supporting, counseling
comforting, encouraging, exhorting, protecting.
Their features sharpen:
blue eyes, grey or green,
blonde hair, reddish, brown and grey,
straight or curly.
Hands that tell of hard work,
backs bent from age and upright postures
they surround me full of dignity,
acring for me and for each other.
Their voices a breeze,
a whisper in the wind,
a murmur in memory,
a rustle in the river.
They crossed the borderline,
but when I need them they are at my side.
One day I will cross that border, too
and join their line.
One family, many hearth fires,
junctions in time
that connect us and tie us together
in past, present and future.
Disir,
beloved and honored female ancestors,
from a past long gone until today,
from the living to the women that have died
I want to offer you this gift!
Dieses Video haben einige Mitglieder der Interessengemeinschaft (SIG) der Nicht-Haingebundenen ADF-Mitglieder dieses Jahr für Beltane erstellt. Ich hatte die Ehre und das Vergnügen, mich daran beteiligen zu dürfen. Ganz schön aufregend, da ich Zuschauer eigentlich nicht gewohnt bin, zumindest keine menschlichen. Das Ritual ist auf Englisch, da ich vermutlich die einzige Beteiligte war, für die das nicht die Muttersprache war. Viel Spaß beim Gucken!
Main sacrifice to the deity of the occasion
Sulis,
bright and shining sun,
hear my prayer when I call to you:
My thoughts are focused on your safe return
and I am craving for the feeling of your rays caressing my face.
Half a year ago, at midsummer, I was bathing in your light,
you being on top of your power.
Since then you have lost your strength,
and since the equinox you spread your light mainly at other places.
But now the day of your return has come:
Your radiance and your warmth have been missed sorely.
It almost seems as if the is no end to darkness,
as if the silence would absorb all sounds.
Sulis, I call out to you:
Come back to us!
Take up the journey
and please us with your sight!
(make an offering to Sulis)
You’ll need: a sun candle for the middle, tealights arranged in 6-9 rays around the sun candle (depending on your plans, see below): I always use three tealights per ray
Core workings
Lighten your sun candle from the sacred fire.
In this longest night of the year the sun will be reborn –
this sounds so unlike science.
But with it comes
the hope for a better future,
the chance for a new beginning,
the possibility to work on the option
that peace and freedom,
health and justice,
education and prosperity become realitiy for everybody someday.
Without this the earth is turning just a bit more
and a fiery ball is rising in the east.
A sunbeam for hope,
for a better future. (lighten the candles from sunbeam 1 from the middle to the end)
A sunbeam for peace,
so that a future is possible. (lighten the candles from sunbeam 2 from the middle to the end)
A sunbeam for love,
for others and for oneself. (lighten the candles from sunbeam 3 from the middle to the end)
A sunbeam for life,
and letting live (lighten the candles from sunbeam 4 from the middle to the end)
A sunbeam for confidence,
after the longest night, the deepest valley. (lighten the candles from sunbeam 5 from the middle to the end)
(You can add three more sunbeams here, for personal things.)
The first sunbeam at the sky,
a new beginning. (lighten the candles from last sunbeam from the middle to the end)
(If you are not alone, people can hum during the candle lighting, or you can do it as som form of litany, so they say the second part of each verse.
Let the light and the words sink in for a moment before you move to the next step.)
Blessing for a new car
There it is, the new car,
shining and promising!
Nehalennia, lady of the shipping ways:
Expand your competences to cover my ways!
Let the motor hum!
Let the streets be free of obstacles!
Let the people in this car always reach their destinations safely!
Nehalennia, patroness, companion:
Be at my side!
Eine Kerze brennt für euch:
Die, von denen vielleicht nicht mal mehr ein Name geblieben ist
Die, deren Taten im Meer des Vergessens untergegangen sind
Die, an die sich keiner mehr erinnert
Eine Kerze brennt für euch, um euch zu zeigen:
Ihr seid nicht ganz vergessen!
Ihr habt Spuren hinterlassen, und mögen sie noch so flüchtig sein!
Euer Tun damals wirkt wie ein Stein, den ihr ins Wasser geworfen habt:
Wir sehen den Stein nicht,
aber die Wellen, die er verursacht hat,
berühren uns noch heute.
Diese Kerze brennt für euch!
In English:
A prayer to ancestors unknown
A candle burns for you:
Those of whom not even a name is left
Those whose deeds drowned in the sea of oblivion
Those who aren’t remembered by anyone
A candle burns for you, to show you:
You are not completely forgotten!
You left traces, even if they are fleetingly!
What you did back then worked like a stone thrown into water:
We don’t see the stone anymore,
but the waves it effected
affect us even today.
This candle burns for you!
I’ve been to the graveyard last sunday to visit my grandparents’s graves. There is a memorial, too, for WWII. I lighted a candle there, and this was what came to my mind.
Crafting
The work of my hands is spread our before me:
Many pieces, bis and small,
carefully individually crafted.
That’s what you can see.
The work of my thoughts is spread out before me:
Every piece crafted with love,
underlined with happy memories of the receiving person
and accompanied by good wishes.
That’s what you can feel (I hope).
Keine Inspiration.
Zu müde zum Beten.
Erschöpft,
ausgelaugt,
ausgebrannt.
Heute Abend ruft mich nur noch das Sofa.
Lasst mich nicht hängen, ihr Kindred,
und schenkt mir euren Segen,
der die Lebensgeister weckt und
mir neue Kraft verleiht.
In English:
A prayer when there’s no energy left
No inspiration.
Too tired for praying.
Exhausted,
depleted,
burnt out.
The only thing that’s calling out to me tonight is my couch.
Don’t leave me behind, you Kindreds,
and give me your blessings
that raise the spirits of life
and present me with new strength.