I refer to it as “the call” – the slight feeling of urgency that I have about becoming more involved in the realms of Shamanism. Not anxious, nervous, or rushing; just a sense of urgency, importance, and necessity. The old ways call to me, they send out whispers into my reality – in books, music, and conversation. I’ve always felt this call, but for a long time I didn’t know what exactly I was being called to; after my first encounter with Core Shamanism, however, I finally had my answer to the question sitting in the very back of my mind.
Lately, I’ve felt the call even stronger – it seems that I can’t wait for circumstances to be “perfect” to answer the call.
This song has struck a serious cord with me at the moment – not totally sure why.
Lyrics:
I am the firebird! I am his daughter!
I am the firebird’s child! (I am the firebird’s child!)
I am the firebird! I am his daughter!
And like the flame, I am wild wild wild wild WILD!
I am the firebird! I am his daughter!
I am the firebird’s child! (I am the firebird’s child!)
I am the firebird, the boldest song you’ve ever heard
Join in the dance, and make it wild, wild, wild!
Join in the dance and make it wild!
To see a maiden dance around a fire is not so strange
but fire dances round the limbs of this uncommon maid!
Be brave enough to burn and you’ll be brave enough to fly!
Join your sister Solace as she lights the morning sky!
I am the firebird! I am his daughter!
I am the firebird’s child! (I am the firebird’s child!)
I am the firebird, the boldest song you’ve ever heard
Join in the dance, and make it wild, wild, wild wild Wild
I am the firebird! I am his daughter!
I am the firebird’s child! (I am the firebird’s child!)
I am the firebird! I am his daughter!
And like the flame, I am wild wild wild wild WILD!
Wonders of the water air and earth are all the same
you’ll never know a wonder like the wonders of the flame!
Freely fly as what you are and never walk in shame!
You must not fear to blister if you’d live a life in flame!
I am girl and firebird and solace is my name!
I am the firebird! I am his daughter!
I am the firebird’s child! (I am the firebird’s child!)
I am the firebird, the boldest song you’ve ever heard
Join in the dance, and make it wild, wild, wild!
Join in the dance and make it wild!
If you’re brave enough to dance then you are brave enough to fly!
Forget what’s right and proper! You won’t know until you try!
If you’re brave enough to fly, then you are brave enough to burn!
Take my hand and join me in the Carnival of Dawn!
I am the firebird! I am his daughter!
I am the firebird’s child! (I am the firebird’s child!)
I am the firebird, the boldest song you’ve ever heard
Join in the dance, and make it wild, wild, wild!
Join in the dance and make it wild!
Sister will you follow me?
Sister will you follow me?
Sister will you dance with me?
Sister sorrow walk with me!
Sister will you follow me? Sister will you dance with me?
Sister sorrow walk with me! Sister will you follow me?
Sister will you burn with me? Sister will you follow me?
Sister sorrow dance with me!
Like a flame you must be wild/I am a firebird!
Like a flame you must be wild/I am a firebird!
Like a flame you must be wild/I am a firebird!
Like a flame you must be wild
I am the firebird! I am his daughter!
I am the firebird’s child! (I am the firebird’s child!)
I am the firebird, the boldest song you’ve ever heard
Join in the dance, and make it wild, wild, wild!
I am the firebird! I am his daughter!
I am the firebird’s child! (I am the firebird’s child!)
I am the firebird! I am his daughter!
I am the firebird and Solace is my name
Someone in my Rune Workshop suggested I check out Wardruna – “a Norwegian musical constellation set out to explore and evoke the depths of Norse wisdom and spirituality. Musically Wardruna has its main focus on the cultic musical language found in the near-forgotten arts of galder, seidr and the daily acts of the cultic life, mixed with impulses from Norwegian / Nordic folk music and music from other indigenous cultures”.
This is beautiful! I check on Youtube first, to see if there was any of their music up. I first ran across Hagall:
While I’m thinking about the Green Man/Horned God. I thought I share what is perhaps my favorite song dedicated to the God. “Hymn to Herne” by S.J. Tucker – her voice is perfect for this!
And for your reading pleasure, the lyrics:
You can say your prayers
Work your rites
Burn your little candles
Day and night
You can shimmy till dawn
To the pounding drums
But you best be ready
When the Horned One comes, yeah
If you wake to the sound
Of a hunting horn
dance a ring
In the gathering storm
If the Solstice time gets
Your panties in a wad
It’s just the coming
Of the Horned God
He will call you out
Make you sweat
Give you a blessing
That you’ll never forget
So revel in the chase
And let your heartbeat run
Blessed are the children
Of the Horned One
Blessed are the children
Of the Horned One
Hunter who tracks
Outside of time
Guardian lord
Of ancient rhyme
Brother stag
In the musky glen
And consort of the Goddess
In her woodland den
We call you forth
As we make our way
Walking in your power
Every day
Guide us true
In our hunt this night
and maybe even later
In the Great Rite
He will call you out
Make you sweat
Give you a blessing
That you’ll never forget
So revel in the chase
And let your heartbeat run
Blessed are the children
Of the Horned One
Blessed are the children
Of the Horned One
If you wake to the sound
Of a hunting horn
Dance a ring in
The gathering storm
Revel in the chase
And let your heartbeat run
But you’d best be ready
Little one
You’d best be ready
When the Horned One comes
He will call you out
Make you sweat,
give you a blessing
That you’ll never forget
So revel in the chase
And let your heartbeat run
Blessed are the children
Of the Horned One
I’m not sure where this idea came from, but I hear that 2011 is the year for healing – the self, others, and the world. I’m all for that idea. Short post today, but I think I just want to reflect on this idea for a while. In the meantime, I’ll leave you with the “healing frequency” – this is, according to some, the frequency that prompts healing and peace.
This year, I decided to try something different for Yule. I usually do a simple ritual involving a reflection on the darkness and lighting a candle, letting it shine through the long dark night. This time ’round, I’m holding a vigil – watching the sky and waiting for the sun to rise. During this, I’m reflecting on the darkness and it’s purpose and preparing for a little celebration when the sun does rise. It’s only right to celebrate the return of the sun, even if we are heading into the coldest part of winter. We are coming out of the darkness.
Dawn of the Winter Solstice as seen at Stonehenge.
When the dawn comes, I’ll don my coin belt, grab my drum and encourage the coming light and see the Goddess through her labor. Where I live, dawn (the beginning of twilight before the actually sun rise) occurs around 7:40 this morning and the sun will rise nearly 35 minutes later.
I find active ritual that includes dancing, chanting, singing and the like to be the most amazing experience. For many years I planed out my Sabbat rituals meticulously, which isn’t really a bad thing to do at first. This allows you to truly understand the purpose for the Sabbat and the symbols often used; but, I think I’m ready to try out new things and experiment. If I don’t like what I do this year, I can always do something else next year.
To me, music is very important in both my spirituality and religion. I sing in ritual, out of ritual, before and after ritual, and a few times in place of ritual. Music stimulates the energy flow and can facilitate healing (ever heard of music therapy?) and just feels good! I just wanted to share a few of my favorite chants – all are pagan themed today.
Lyrics:
Mother I can feel you under my feet,
Mother I can hear your heartbeat,
Mother I can see you when the eagle flies,
Mother won’t you take me higher…
(Sometimes I decided to say “feel your heartbeat” but that’s okay)
Lyrics:
We are the flow, we are the ebb
We are the weavers, we are the web
We are the weavers, we are the web
We are the spiders, we are the thread
We are the spiders, we are the thread
We are the flow and, we are the ebb…
Lyrics:
She changes everything she touches,
And everything she touches changes,
(Repeat as desired)
Changes, touches, touch us, change us (repeat as desired)
We are changers, and everything we touch can change (Repeat as desired)
Rose Gypsie 