It’s been an interesting few weeks. There has been a very definite change in energy; a lighter, livelier, more fluid energy. An open, joyous, wrap around your heart, make you want to dance energy.
There are, of course, side effects to such life affirming influences. The last time that we moved through a similar wave, long before being taken under the wing of a shaman, I found myself unexpectedly involved in a ritual of divine affirmation, instigated by the little voice, so beautifully described by Sue Vincent.
Initial details were revealed in early December 2006. Whilst in meditation, I was presented with the instruction to memorise an affirmation in “the language of the angels”.
This was no small task. Although more than familiar with the pronunciation through years of listening to, and internally translating, the little voice, I was uncertain how the words should be formed “externally”. Getting lips and tongue synchronised to form sounds previously only heard internally was bad enough, but the length of the affirmation was such that I was concerned that the memorisation of it would prove impossible in the time available.
The form of the ritual was fairly standard: an opening of protection, the affirmation, and a closing. Since the ritual was to be performed skyclad, I was a little concerned regarding the public location at which it was to be held. The shingle beach, with its inviting cave at one end, has been long identified as the landing place of the local Christian saint; the chalybeate spring at the foot of the cliff still bears his name; and is fairly regularly visited, despite, or perhaps because of, its semi-isolated location.
I needn’t have worried. The date of the affirmation, second February, was incredibly cold with a stiff wind blowing offshore: hardly inviting for any activity , never mind one in which nakedness was required.
When I arrived, the full moon had just risen in the cloudless, star bejewelled sky, and bathed the landscape in a soft glow, projecting a perfect, silvery path towards the beach. The gentle swish and rumble of waves lapping shingle echoed along the low cliffs bounding the back-shore. The harshness of the wind, softened in the shelter of the cliff, carried the shrill of a seabird, aloft far too late, confused, perhaps, by the bright moonlight.
Whilst preparing the site, my breath was taken from me. Looking up, I was stunned to discover Orion, in pursuit of the seven sisters, with his left foot perfectly placed on the cliff top. He and the bull, which he appeared to be facing down, would (hopefully) be the only witnesses tonight.
With some difficulty, I lit a candle, to represent the only element not already present, and, placing it in a jar to protect it against the wind, set it on a makeshift altar. Disrobing, I began with the full LBRP. During the initial Qabalistic Cross I felt particularly vulnerable; yet, somehow, more at ease with the process than I had felt in any other setting previously. The cold was starting to bite, and by the time the cross was established I was shivering uncontrollably.
Moving through each direction, forming the pentagrams, the temperature seemed to rise by several degrees. I became aware of the crowd which had began to gather: in the sky, on the ground and within, and on, the sea. Invoking the angels in turn, the shivering stopped as suddenly as it began.
With the four in place, the crowd became obscured by the feet and robes of the beings who now towered over the altar. Yet, beginning the affirmation, I was aware of a great rustling as the crowd kneeled; not for me, but for the One, and His Consort, to whom the affirmation was addressed.
Following the emotional, and astral, onslaught throughout and, particularly, on completion of the affirmation, closing was difficult. Doubly so, with the bitter cold returning so quickly after the watchers left. Despite this, the intense elation, overwhelming warmth in my heart, and the new-found sense of divine purpose meant that all physical discomfort was rendered meaningless in these last few moments of completing the ritual.
By the time I had redressed, Orion had banished the bull, and the moon was high in the sky. The only sound was the eternal breath of the sea.
Such declarations change us. Completely. Irreversibly. Fundamentally.
The energies of these past few weeks, and a recent post at Heru’s Light reminded me. Of many things. But particularly of the importance of recognising, declaring and regularly affirming our divinity in His presence. Whether we do this through our Work, our manner of living, in our relationships; at home, in a temple, or butt-naked on a beach in the middle of winter; it matters not.
The only thing important, is that we make the space, and take the time, to remember: for otherwise we risk forgetting ourselves in other men’s illusions.