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Recently, I was with a friend and the subject of ritual came
up. This friend, who is relatively new
to the Craft, sometimes doesn’t understand why things are done as they are
done. Said friend also possesses the
logic of a Vulcan. He and I were talking
about casting a sacred circle and what it takes to do such things. He’d only ever seen this done ritually, so I
sat down and closed my eyes. Drawing the
energy upward and outward (as I do), I cast a circle. When I opened my eyes, he was looking at me
strangely. He felt the energy move, a
bubble surrounding us. I smiled and
announced that the circle was cast. He
then asked, “If it’s that easy to cast a circle, what’s with all of the pomp
and circumstance of ritual?”
This simple question really got me thinking. If the moving of energy and the manufacturing
of coincidence is magic and we really don’t need
anything other than our own will, why do
ritual of any kind? Why do we spend
hundreds or thousands of dollars on tools, or spend days and weeks of our time
searching for and decorating the perfect tool if these things aren’t really
needed? What’s with all of this ritual
stuff?
I have a theory on this.
Some may say this theory is truth, while others say that it’s bullshit. I say it’s theory because both truth and
bullshit are absolute, and we all know that in the Craft, what works for one
may not work for another. I also say
it’s theory because theories are ever evolving and changing as more knowledge
is gained. So, a theory it is.
We pagans do ritual to create a certain mindset. Our robes, cords, candles and incense all
turn our minds away from our mundane lives and set our minds in a spiritual
mode. This is done much in the same way
by our Christian counterparts who dress in suits and ties and dresses and fancy
hats on Sunday. For that allotted amount
of time, we are neither here nor are we there, but in some in-between place
where the energy flows easily and as a solitary or group, we can direct it in
the direction we want it to go. We open
up and can feel and hear and see the intent we project.
Our will becomes a tangible thing, drifting and swirling under the
gentle rays of the full moon as we chant and dance and beseech our gods to make
it so.
So, when does that ritual mindset move from just sabats and
esbats and into daily life? When does
the practitioner find themselves living
their ritual daily? When does it happen
that you walk into a group circle (or even cast your own) without all of the
chanting and ritual garb and the incense smoke hanging in the air? When does the altered state of consciousness
become something we slip in and out of without all of the pomp and
circumstance? Does it take years of
intense study? Is it something preached
about by a teacher? Or, is it something
we do unconsciously when we drift off into daydream?
This altered state of consciousness, opening up if you will,
is done by us all in those still, quiet moments. For some, those moments last longer, but for
others, it’s only that flash of silence which is needed to get an answer. When we recognize those moments and begin to listen, we suddenly realize that none of
this stuff is needed, not truly needed.
No ritual, no robes, cords, chants, none of it is a necessity. These are all things we hold on to and when
we find ourselves letting them go, we find ourselves in a simple state of
being. In that state of being, we are
open. We catch the wisdom of the aether.
We take it in and make it a part of us, but then we release it. We find the spiritual in taking a walk and
picking wildflowers. Before we know what
has happened, life has become our
ritual and all of the pomp and circumstance becomes added fun.
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