…Are My Rituals
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree of Truth.
I can’t stop thinking about the meditation from last night. The two rituals of healing and love. The extreme detail, right down to the words and the gentle placement of hands and whispers.
This is all still very new to me.
But these particular rituals I witnessed, in whatever time frame and on whatever plane, were probably the most beautiful I’ve ever seen. I’ve written a few that were close, very special rits, but they were more so for myself (such as aspecting Inanna) or for the community (the Ma- bon Handwashing rit I published several years ago comes to mind)or the blood-ritual wedding I wrote and con- ducted earlier this year for two people.
Each of these rituals were different in that it was specific to this man and it was just for him. Even if I fictionalized what I was shown, it would not be the same. These are sacred gifts between him and Spirit, with me there as a guide and honored to be a participant.
But the symbolism! Such mythic alchemy that these conjure. I’d deem them more profound even than the rituals I witnessed in my own elevations, perhaps because these were given to me directly and not through the filter of an Elder or some other Priestess.