Beltane Eve

Keep the fires burning; The mountainside will blaze. Upon the peak of each hill shall burn a fire and the folk of each land will send up the call. The thunder of drums shall roll in the valleys and shake the bones of the sleeping. Set a beacon alight to signal to others that you and yours are well, and are rejoicing in the sounds of early summer. Build fires so high that those who witness them cannot tell whether they are stars in the night sky or of this earthly plane.


Let the darkest night appear as thousands of stars burning above and below. Between them is a silence; the darkness whispers of those who passed on to the west. The gaps that makes our soul ache. Fill the darkness with the warmth of your fire; that they may breathe and shine all the brighter. Fill them with your voice raised in song and spread the vitality of that blessed spark.


Fire of blessing, fire of protection, fire of healing, burn bright within us. Call us to living. Rise like the sun.


Bring in the dawn of the summer; the twisting wild wonder of growth and living and loving and breathing. Sing with the Earth in her song of greening and flowing. Join in the furious dance of the thyrsus, the ecstatic heartbeat of Earth, caught in the heated breath of the rising flame. Drink deeply of the waters of She Who Was First. Taste the sweetness of the honey that flows forth.


Beltaine approaches. Flame on, drink deep, and dance. Take back the night.




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Posted on my Grove's facebook page after a particularly inspiring meditation. ;) No wonder people think I'm on something.