Wheel of the Year Tree Meditation

Imagine roots sprouting from your feet, sinking deep into the Earth, grounding you, and connecting you to the ancient rhythms of life. Feel your bark, rough and strong, protecting the tender flow of life within you. Your branches stretch high, reaching for the sky. You are on top of a hill overlooking a small village nestled in a timeless English countryside. The villagers move about their days, but you are older than any of them. You are timeless, your roots deep in the earth and your branches reaching for the stars.

The longest night of the year surrounds you. The air is crisp, and frost clings to your branches like tiny crystals. You feel the deep stillness of the earth, a slumbering energy that rests beneath the surface.

In the village below, the humans gather in their homes. You see the warm glow of candles and hearth fires flickering in the windows. They bring evergreen boughs into their homes, holly, ivy, and mistletoe, symbols of enduring life in the depths of winter. A great Yule log burns in the central hall, its sparks a prayer to rekindle the sun. The villagers feast, laugh, and exchange small gifts, celebrating the return of the light, even if it’s only a glimmer on the horizon.

Oedipus’ Mom (to the tune of Stacey's Mom)

Oedipus’ mom has got it goin’ on
Oedipus’ mom has got it goin’ on
Oedipus’ mom has got it goin’ on
Oedipus’ mom has got it goin’ on

Oedipus, did you slay that Sphinx today
(The Sphinx today)
olved the rddle and saved Thebes upon the way
(Saved the day)
Did you know that the Queen was up for grabs?
(Up for grabs)
But that prophecy thing was kind of drab
(Yeah, a bit of a drab)

The Birth of the Cosmos: A Tale of Divine Forces

The Birth of the Cosmos: A Tale of Divine Forces

Before time had a name, before space held form, there was Ananke. She was the embodiment of inevitability, a force so fundamental that even the laws of physics bowed to her will. Ananke was not a being but the essence of existence itself, a paradox neither alive nor dead, neither light nor dark. From her infinite, unyielding nature sprang Chaos, the primordial void. Chaos was the Singularity, an infinite expanse of potential where nothing yet existed but from which all things would emerge.

From the stillness of Chaos, the first whispers of creation stirred. Gaia, the Earth, arose. She was the embodiment of matter, sculpted from the fabric of the void. Gaia was the bedrock of existence, the fertile soil from which worlds would grow, the solid ground beneath the chaos of becoming.

Her counterpart, Tartarus, emerged as a vast and terrifying force, the black holes of the cosmos. Tartarus was the abyss, the consuming maw of darkness that defined the universe’s boundaries. He was the enforcer of limits, ensuring that creation did not spill unchecked into oblivion.

Bakkhai on the Storm - A Radio Play (Euripides' The Bakkhai as put to the music of The Doors)

 

Bakkhai on the Storm

SCENE 1

(Darkness. A faint, crackling hum, like an old radio tuning in. The sound of wind, distant and whispering.)

DIONYSUS (whispering, distant at first, then growing closer):
Is everybody in?
Is everybody in?
(A pause. The organ hum deepens, a faint heartbeat joins it.)
The ceremony is about to begin...

(The hiss of static, voices murmuring, overlapping, neon lights buzzing to life)

DIONYSUS (soft, eerie):
The face in the mirror won’t stop.
The girl behind won’t disappear.
The phone is dead, the voice in the next room fades...

(Distant, distorted voices whisper incomprehensible phrases. The sound of a match striking. A sudden whoosh, fire igniting.)

Strange gods are coming... Savage heads, wild-eyed...

(A deep rumble, the crackle of fire, a distant, crowd cheering, chanting, laughing wildly.)

The Wheel of the Year – A Mystery Play

 

The Wheel of the Year – A Mystery Play

Characters:
The Goddess (she begins wearing a long white dress with a long white veil hidden under a long red veil)
The God (he begins wearing a pure white outfit)
The Narrator

Props:
Elemental Altars:
Candle x4, Cords (long!) x4,
Pieces of The Mantle x4 – each with Velcro to make a full cloak and covered in dead foliage and fruit
Incense and burner, The Goddesses’ crown
Fire Brazier, The Goddesses’ scepter
Water, The Goddesses’ necklace
Salt, The Goddesses’ belt

Quote the Oracle

I've been a life long hoarder of quotes and I've always tried to figure out what to do with my collection and so I created a dice oracular system using some of my favourite quotes and sayings. They're from everyone from Robin Williams to Jim Morrison to ancient philosophers and poets; From books and movies and TV and music, Kushiel's Legacy, Lord of the Rings, Buffy, Alan Parson's Project and Battlestar Galactica.

It's of the same style as the I-Ching and Olympian Alphabet Oracle, that is it's a 'fixed oracle' where a die is thrown three times to give a series of three numbers, each series corresponds to a quote which the querent then interprets as needed.

The way that *I* use this reading is to roll 3 dice, 3 times and find the 3 stanzas that match up and read them together as if it were a poem.  

I'd love to hear form anyone who uses it, and of course, if you notice any attribution errors please let me know!

Quote The Oracle

Fervour Ekstasis

A whisper, like ivy tendrils

Caresses my mind

And makes me shiver.

I see the God in his eyes,

Smell Him in his sweat,

Taste Him on his skin.

I feel Him in his fingers.

My sight turns to mist

And drum beats echo from far away.

I slip, slide from his embrace 

And fall into His

Through smoke and wine and madness.

In frenzy, I feel the need to scream,

To dance, to roar – We are lions! –

The need to tear flesh and wash it down with blood.

I fall from myself

Deeper and madder and to a darker place;

I fall into silence.

I fall before Him,

Desire set upon the altar of my flesh;

My thoughts of Him alone.

My obsession, my dream, my Muse-man.

In bondage to His glorious call

I drink of His inspiration -

Fill me, O God, with Your heat

And when the flames consume me

Lead me to be reborn.