Notes From:

A Sacred Fire Circle

Paradise, Wisconsin

Donald L. Engstrom-Reese

© 2014

First Fire Circle’s Rangoli

The Second Night

July 19, 2014

Midnight to Dawn




We open,

As we process to the Fire’s sacred ground singing:


Every step we take is a healing step.

Every step we take is sacred step.

Healing, healing, healing my body.

Healing, healing, healing the lands.


The Great Lotus blossoms.


We chose to open,

Opening, opening, opening,

We chose to open.


Up from the Roots.

There is no place but here.

There is no time but now.

One Sky above.

One Earth blow.

Make conscious choices.

Dance while you can.

Change stirs possibility.

Up from the Roots.


We are opening.


The Great Lotus blossoms!



We are opening,

We are opening,

We are opening,

We are opening up in sweet surrender

To the luminous love light of the Fire.

Opening, Opening, Opening, Opening.


We open.

We open to life, light, and love.

We open to living:

To living lives of promise,

To living lives of pleasure,

To living lives of wonder.

We open.

We open to life, light, and love.

We open to living:

To living lives of power,

To living lives of plenty,

To living lives of love!


Up from the Roots.

There is no place but here.

There is no time but now.

One Sky above.

One Earth blow.

Make conscious choices.

Dance while you can.

Change stirs possibility.

We open.

We blossom.

Up from the Roots we grow Beauty.


Dancing, holding the power,

growing under a curious moon,

before my very eyes,

A golden shower turns into a hard rain of fresh blood.

I shiver and shake with heart break and terror.

The Earth and Fire drinks in the red.

And it is gone.


The Cherry Tree whispers into my left ear,

‘Offer my blood,

Offer my flesh,

Offer my delights to the tongues of the people.

The powers of the Green-Bloods may, just possibly, restore you.”


I make my way slowly amongst the gathered humans,

Offering fresh cherries from a silver bowl,

Offering prayers of healing for all of the peoples,

Human and otherwise.

Rooted in gratitude for the blessings of the Green Ones.


Opening!

Opening!

Opening!

I consciously chose to open and to blossom.


I offer a cherry and light fresh candles on each of the altars.

I open to possibility.

I am filled with restoration and joy.

As I open,

And open again,

A young garter snake smiles its smile,

while doing its own dances of change on the North Altar.

I open


The birds sing.

The sky begins to fill with light.

Breakfast calls us to celebrate our living flesh and bone.


I open.


Up from the Roots.

There is no place but here.

There is no time but now.

One Sky above.

One Earth blow.

Make conscious choices.

Dance while you can.

Change stirs possibility.

We open.

We blossom.

Up from the Roots we grow Beauty.

Second Fire Circle’s Rangoli

The Third Night

July 20, 2014

Midnight to Dawn




We prepare the Seeds of Transformation

To be taken out into the wider world.


Up from the Roots.

There is no place but here.

There is no time but now.

One Sky above.

One Earth blow.

Make conscious choices.

Dance while you can.

Change stirs possibility.

We open.

We blossom.

Up from the Roots we grow Beauty.

We prepare the seed.


Heavy clouds hold us deep within their folds.

The transformations have touched each of us

Deep within our ancestral dreams of possibility.



I pull a rune.

z Elhaz (EL-hazh), comes to us.

Elk, Swan, and Eel Grass,

Whisper on the winds,

“ Never forget,

Your best protection in times of Change,

Is to live your life authentically.”


We surround the Sacred Fire Circle.

We sing,

“We are the rising Sun.

We are the Change.

We are the Ones we’ve been waiting for,

And we are dawning.”


We sing and dance the Spiral Dance.

We look into each other eyes,

While stirring the ripen seeds,

Preparing them for dispersal.


We twirl and spiral into a new dance.


Songs, chants, and other callings infuse the seeds:

Wild seeds,

Seeds from primordial forests,

Flourishing wetlands,

Unflinching mountains,

Reawakening prairies,

The seeds from the gardens and orchards of old,

The seeds of ancient vineyards and valleys of grain reborn,

The living seed of the eternal now.


Songs, chants, and other callings infuse the seeds:

With the powers to survive and thrive,

With the vitality of conscious choice,

With the exuberance of beauty and pleasure,

With the endurance of sunshine and moon-glow,

With the vivacity of the untamable wilderness,

With the élan of vibrant vines blossoming over crumbled ruins,

With the energy of abundance and plenty,

With the the love of life.


I yoik the Seeds of Transformation and Renewal.


Up from the Roots.

There is no place but here.

There is no time but now.

One Sky above.

One Earth blow.

Make conscious choices.

Dance while you can.

Change stirs possibility.

We open.

We blossom.

Up from the Roots we grow Beauty.

We prepare the seed.



I pull a rune.

a Ansuz (AHN-sooz) comes to us.

Ancestral giddens and gods join the circle.

“Listen, listen, listen,

Listen with you whole being.

Listen with your whole being as you dance the dance,

Sing the songs,

Yoik the yoik,

Plant the seed.

Listen, listen, listen.”


Silence hold us as silent voices,

Begin again to fill our blood and bone.

Silent Voices inform our choices, heard and unheard.

The Seed is nourished in silence.


A voice calls out,

A witch’s word is powerful!

Our word is powerful!


Silent Voices say, “Chose wisely.”


Another voices calls out loudly, “RED!”

Redness infuses our imaginations.


Up from the Roots.

There is no place but here.

There is no time but now.

One Sky above.

One Earth blow.

Make conscious choices.

Dance while you can.

Change stirs possibility.

We open.

We blossom.

Up from the Roots we grow Beauty.

We prepare the seed.


Silence again holds us.



I pull a rune.

r Raidho (Rah-EED-ho) comes to us.

Iduna urges Hermes to reminds us,

“It is good to always remember

That it is the journey,

Not merely the destination,

That leads to a life of wonder, beauty and purpose.”


Ethereal voices sing with an ethereal music box,

Taking us into yet other realms from which to charge the Seeds of Change.

Blessing vibrates through the still air,

Filling mind, blood, bone, flesh, and imagination with vital co-creative visions.


A voice says, “Why do we no longer hear good stories about the gods?”

The stories begin.

Stories of a god holding his beloved in his strong embrace,

Blessing his beloved with his warm breath and golden fur,

Bringing his beloved back from the front steps of the Gates of Death

And fully back  into the Land of the Living.


Stories of beloved giddens and their exploits in the astral and in the kitchen.


Stories of black spirit horses who are really dragons,

Who love not only a young child, but also lovingly tend her dying father.


Tales of sexual adventures are woven into the the tales being told.


Lovers make love in the Hall of Dreams,

In the back seat of cars,

On the shores of the Apple Lands,

Around the ritual fires of Pagan Gatherings.


The tales continue;

Tales of betrayal and unforgivable transgression,

Tales of heart break and excruciating wrongs.

Tales of restoration and renewal,

Tales of hope and despair.

Tales of love and lives lived in unquenchable optimism.


In is remarked:

Witches and pagans weave the fabric of worlds with tales of Sex and Death.

These tales infuse the seeds.


Wild seed sprouting in the cracks of sidewalks and parking lots.

Wild seed sprouting in the halls of justice and classrooms of learning.

Wild seeds sprouting in imaginations

And transformative visions of potentiality and promise.


Silence holds us again.


The birds begin to sing their morning songs.

The Sun is soon to join the Moon amongst new awakening clouds.

It is time to pack the seeds, known and unknown.

It is time to stow our gear, magical and mundane,

All tools of beauty and blessing.

It is time to wish all who have come to the Sacred Fire Circle,

A fond farewell and a safe journey home.


Farewell to the Mysterious Ones.

Farewell to the Ancestors.

Farewell to our hostesses,

The Lush Lands and Laughing River,

The Landvaettir and Stromvaettir of Paradise.

Farewell to this human circle

Who now hold each other in the hearts and minds.


Up from the Roots.

There is no place but here.

There is no time but now.

One Sky above.

One Earth blow.

Make conscious choices.

Dance while you can.

Change stirs possibility.

We open.

We blossom.

Up from the Roots we grow Beauty.

We prepare the seed.

We spread the seed.


We spread the seed shamelessly

In the most likely and unlikely places.


We spread the seed.


We are the rising Sun.

We are the Change.

We are the Ones we’ve been waiting for,

And we are dawning.


Up from the Roots.

There is no place but here.

There is no time but now.

One Sky above.

One Earth blow.

Make conscious choices.

Dance while you can.

Change stirs possibility.

We open.

We blossom.

Up from the Roots we grow Beauty.

We prepare the seed.

We spread the seed.

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Third Fire Circle’s Rangoli

The Seed pods of root Transformations

1st Seed Pod

2nd Seed Pod

3rd Seed Pod

4th Seed pod

5th Seed pod

6th Seed pod

7th Seed pod

8th Seed pod

The Altars of this Sacred Fire Circle

North Altar

Horned God

East Altar

south Altar

Ancestors’ Altar

West altar