Samhain, 2000
   By Glendower

The Sun has entered Scorpio.
Demeter is returning home with her daughter,
Here the Feast of the Dead begins,
Fleadh nan Mairbh,
Nos Galangaeaf,

We gather before the setting Sun,
Our hearths cold, milk and bara Samhain - Samhain bread -- are on the threshold.
We name you who pass on this night one last time --
All you ancients, ancestors, and departed ones, 
We invite you from every country, from every land,

Our departed may pass through The Veil,
No longer to travel afraid or alone,
Flesh of our flesh, bone of our bone,
Old Mothers, Old Fathers, great be your power,
Past and present, here at this hour.

Welcome within are the dead who are kin, 
Feast with us here, rest you within,
Our hearth is your hearth and welcome you be!
Old tales to tell us, visions to see,
Journeying on to the Land of the Sidhe.

Bael, ancient guardian of hearths,
We once more light our home fires.
Once more, we ask the triple blessings - save, shield, and surround 
This hearth, this home, this holding,
This night, each night, every night.

It is the end of the Old Year and the Season of the Crone,
The wise grandmother who gathers our dead, heals us, and counsels us. 
Grant us the wisdom, Arianrhod, to listen and learn from her.
We now begin the journey to Beltane, opposite on the Wheel of the Year,
And opposite in the Cycle of Seasons.