"To all the ancient ones from their houses, the Old
Ones from above and below. In this time the Gods of the Earth touch our feet,
bare upon the ground. Spirits of the Air whisper in our hair and chill our
bodies, and from the dark portions watch and wait the Faery Folk that they may
join the circle and leave their track upon the ground. It is the time of the waning
year. Winter is upon us. The corn is golden in the winnow heaps. Rains will
soon wash sleep into the life-bringing Earth. We are not without fear, we are
not without sorrow...Before us are all the signs of Death: the ear of corn is
no more green and life is not in it. The Earth is cold and no more will grasses
spring jubilant. The Sun but glances upon his sister, the earth..... It is
so....Even now....But here also are the signs of life, the eternal promise
given to our people. In the death of the corn there is the seed--which is both
food for the season of Death and the Beacon which will signal green-growing
time and life returning.In the cold of the Earth there is but sleep wherein She
will awaken refreshed and renewed, her journey into the Dark Lands ended. And
where the Sun journeys he gains new vigor and potency; that in the spring, his
blessings shall come ever young!"
- Two Samhain
Rituals, Compost Coveners, 1980
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