The FarCast Circle of Crones - Yule, 1996

   Aunty Flanna lives in Anchorage, Alaska
   Morgan-Stardancer lives in Benbrook, Texas
   Mama Bear lives in Raleigh, North Carolina
   Jani Ni Mhorrigu lives in London, England

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Mamma Bear from the East:

 Hail, Guardians of the East! 
We hear your voice in the chill wind rattling
    through bare trees and whispering through the dry grass.
 In the cold, crisp  night air we feel your touch. 
You show us your face in the countless stars
   that sparkle in the clear night sky.
We greet you, O Powers of Air, and invite
 you to join us on this, the longest night.
We ask for clarity of thought and
  vision as we prepare for the return of light. 


The spiral spreads its way out bound
To reach lands not in winter's ground.
Outward, ever outward grow.
Into the sun, from lands of snow. 


Morgan from the South:

Hail Guardians of the South,
Whose fire brings new warmth to us this day!
Hearken to us now,
As we call you who have kept us 
Warm through the long, dark season.
We have come through those flickering 
        orange tongues
And found ourselves purified.
Your sacred flames have brought us hope
And forged in us a new strength.
Salamanders, dance for us in your firey realm!
Bridget, stand beside us and spark our 
        fires of life,
Our fires of creation.
Be with us, we ask,
As we celebrate the return of our Lord,
He who brings the sun.
Guardians of the South, 
Elementals of the South,
Bridget of the Sacred flame of life,
We call you now to help us in our circle,
To protect and guide.
Be with us now!

Still further South, the spiral goes
To lands where God/dess mystery knows
That Yule, to us, is Litha there.  And
South Cross rules the sky and land.
This is the wonder of year's wheel -
Yule/ Litha  does the other conceal.
And both exist at the same time
As specified by the Divine.

Further cast the spiral's reach
Extends to where the edges breach
The barriers between dark and sun,
And the East and West are one.

  
Jani from the West!

Hail to Macha,  Daughter of Ocean,
We thank you for your Western light
glinting on the ocean's waves.
Goddess of Water as of Sun,
Keeper of the 
the seas
of the Western Quarter....
White horse galloping
out of the darkness that was growing
Protect us in this winter season.
from the tumult of the waves.
Be with us in this our working
Fill us with the sea of life
Hold us in the calm of your womb's waters
Safe from the darkness of the winter's night.



And then the spiral does conspire
To both the ending and desire.
Where the close of time has come
To meet the growth of the new sun.

from the North - Aunty Flanna:

Great black Wolf of the North, 
Messenger of Odin and Hecate,
Lord of the frozen Earth, the forests and tundra,
Be welcome and present among us.
Use your sharp eyes, keen ears and nose 
To protect us as you would your children
As we celebrate and witness the rebirth of the God.
Then raise your lovely, haunting voice with ours 
in praise of the Goddess who bore him.
Aide and guide us, fur-brother
Blessed be.


Now the circle is complete,
With pangs of new birth, song and fete,
Our FarCast Circle spans the Earth
As we rejoice in Sun's rebirth.
Within our circle, blessed be,
Goddess's Son is born - so mote it be.


Opening the Circle;

Aunty Flanna from the North thanks the Wolf Lord for
joining us:

Wolflord, we thank you for your strength and protection,
and for the gift of your songs.
As we all depart to our own places,
know that you are always
welcome among us.
Blessed be!


Jani thanks the Water Powers of the West:

Macha, Daughter of Ocean
Goddess of water as of sun,
Keeper of the seas of the Western Quarter
White horse galloping
our of the darkness that was growing
We thank you for being with us 


Morgan thanks Fires of the South:

Your sacred flames have brought us hope
And forged in us a new strength.
Salamanders, you danced for us in your firey realm!
Bridget, you stood beside us and sparked our 
        fires of life,
The fires of creation.
Were with us,
As we celebrated the return of our Lord,
He who brings the sun..
Guardians of the South


And finally, Mama Bear from the East gives her thanks:

Guardians of the East, your face changes -- the black softens into  
indigo and  the glittering stars begin to fade.
Faint wisps of dawn streak the cool, clear  sky as the light returns.
Powers of the Air, we treasure the gifts of  inspiration and wisdom
we've been given here, and will keep them with us.
We  thank you for joining us as we begin to emerge from the dark
of the year and  welcome back the light.
 Go if you must, but stay if it be your will.
 Blessed  be.