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November 3,
2007
Temple of the Goddess Hallows Eve Celebration &
Ritual
Samhain or
Hallows Eve is the new year, the time when the veil between this
world and the spirit world is at its thinnest. It marks the onset of
a darker, more introspective time of year. The theme of Hallows Eve
is honoring darkness, memory of the dead, communication with the
spirit world, and purification for the future.
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Newcomer's
Meeting
6:45
Before the Ritual
If this is your
first Temple of the Goddess Ritual or you just have questions, meet
with Kamala in the lobby before the ritual. Bring your questions,
fears, hopes, and desires.
Newcomer's Meeting in Lobby at 6:45pm, before the
ritual.
Samhain Ritual
& Celebration
Saturday
November 3, 2007
Neighborhood
Unitarian Church, Pasadena
NOTE: Families with children, please come early for a seat down
front so your children don't miss
anything!
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The veil between the worlds is thinnest at Hallows Eve. It is
the time when we honor the ancestors who have moved on to the spirit
world. Throughout this year we have planted and cared for the
growing plants with water, weeding, and pruning. We harvested our
bountiful crop at Fall Equinox and took with us the precious seeds
which we will keep safe, dream upon, and nurture in the darkness of
winter. We are sated, healthy, and ready to move into the dark in
order to see more fully. As we cross the veil and move into the dark
of winter, we come face to face with our deepest fears, those things
that would hold us back from nurturing our dreams into reality.
Our evening of myth and ritual theatre opens with a dance to
honor our ancestors. As the veil between the worlds at Samhain
dissolves, we cross over to the in-between world of Spirit. We look
into the mirror of self, face the fears from deep within while Kali,
the Creator Destroyer, dances endings and beginnings. Through song
and dance, Kali calls us to step onto the bridge of time where past
meets future in the eternal now.
As our Hallows myth and enactment unfolds, the Maiden of spring
has journeyed through the seasons of the Wheel. Now grown from
childhood and beset with the demands of her emerging adulthood, she
runs away from home. As she seeks to escape the chaos and confusion
of her changing world, Bone Mother, the dark Crone of Winter points
her towards the Great Crossroads to confront the Guardians of Time.
In the place of shadows, the Maiden gathers the bones of her true
self and remembers the power that is hers as a Divine Child of the
Universe.
Journey with the Maiden as she, and we, seek the counsel of the
Custodians of the Crossroads and learn to weave the memories and
lessons of the past with the hopes and dreams of the future to
create a life of happiness and fulfillment in the present.
Join us as we honor the dark and connect with our ancestors this
Hallow's Eve. We ask the ancestors for guidance for the Earth,
ourselves, each other, and community, through dance, song, and
sacred enactment. Bring musical instruments to be joyfully played
during the ritual enactment. DON'T FORGET: For the altar, bring a
jar candle and, if you wish, a photo of a loved one, an ancestor you
would like to honor at this time of the year.
Painting:
Autumn's Last Sigh by
Helena
Nelson-Reed
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Celebrating
the Seasons:
Hallows Eve
Saturday, November 3,
2007, 7:30 PM
Neighborhood Unitarian Universalist Church
301 N. Orange Grove
Blvd.
Pasadena, CA 91103
818-771-5778
Website:
www.TempleoftheGoddess.org
Temple of the Goddess offers seasonal celebrations for families
and community at the Neighborhood Church in Pasadena. Multi-media
ritual theater combining , music, myth, visual art, dance, liturgy,
spoken word, and participatory theater which fuses drum and dance
with personal enactment to re-connect us to the seasons and the
Earth.
For more information, download flyer at
www.templeofthegoddess.org/events
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Those who are dead are never gone:
They are there in the
thickening shadow.
The dead are not under the earth:
they are
in the tree that rustles,
they are in the wood that
groans,
they are in the water that sleeps,
they are in the
hut, they are in the crowd,
the dead are not dead.
Those who are dead are never gone,
they are in the breast of
the woman,
they are in the child who is wailing
and in the
firebrand that flames.
The dead are not under the earth:
they
are in the fire that is dying,
they are in the grasses that
weep,
they are in the whimpering rocks,
they are in the
forest, they are in the house,
the dead are not dead.
Untitled by Birago Diop
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