I've got some funny stuff to share in here! Tigger’s Full Moon Ritual Grove of the Hundred Acre Wood Under the bright full moon, in the grove, at the center of the hundred acre wood, the celebrants come together. Pooh, as summoner, bids them to enter into the sacred space. One by one, they file in and take their places around the fire. And they wait, and wait, and wait. “Oh Bother!” Says Pooh. “Our High Priest is not here. However we can hold our ritual can tonight?” and they wait some more. They hear a crash, and a crash, and a crash, and out of the brush explodes the High Priest. “Wooooooooohooooooooo!!!! Never fear! The night is clear, and Tigger’s here! Tiggers run on Pagan Standard time you know! Now let the ritual begin!!” He looks to his left, and takes rabbit’s hand. “Hand to hand this circle is cast.” Rabbit turns to his left, to owl. “Hand to hand, this circle is cast.” Owl turns, and reaches down to Piglet. “Ahem. Now from hand to hand, in a most wondrous way, a way that has a history that stretches back into the dawn of time, to when…” (A series of coughs from the group.) “Oh yes. To you Piglet, hand to hand the circle is cast.” Piglet turns to Eeyore. “Hand to …er…em.” Eeyore: “I don’t have any hands. I guess I’m messing things up once again,” he pouts. Piglet, though he is a little fellow, feels up to any challenge. “Wwwell then, hand to ear the circle is cast, my friend.” And so on it goes. “Woohoohoo” says Tigger. “The circle is cast, our sacred space is whole. So mote it be! Woo hoo!” “So mote it be!” reply all the others. “And now, why don’t we invite the elements to join us in our celebration tonight? Rabbit?” Rabbit: “Guardians of the north, element of earth, wonderful earth that gives forth carrots, oh beauteous, joyous, wonderful carrots, I invite you to join us in our celebration tonight. Hail, and welcome.” “Hail and welcome,” repeats the group. Owl: “Ahem! Guardians of the east, element of air, I invite you to join with us tonight. I know that you will join us this evening, for we have politely invited you, and because I am very knowledgeable in areas such as these. Hail and welcome.” “Hail and welcome,” repeats the group. Piglet: “G g g guardians of the south, element of fire, I invite you to join with us tonight. I know I’m a little Piglet, but I have a b b big voice, and an even b b bigger heart, s s so I know you will hear m m me. H h h hail and welcome.” “Hail and welcome,” repeats the group. Eeyore: “Oh, I guess it’s my turn. Not that anyone would really listen to me, but it’s my job so I’ll do it. Guardians of the west, element of water, I suppose I should ask you to join us tonight. And I’ll probably get all we, and have to walk around all night, smelling like wet fur. Oh well, hail and welcome, I suppose.” “Hail and welcome,” repeats the group. “Woohoohoohoo! Now, if our sister Kanga can call upon the Lady?” Kanga: “Blessed Lady, Goddess of the moonlight, Mother of us all who keeps us as Joeys in the pouch of her world. OH, now Roo, you mustn’t do that. You mustn’t play with the cleansing oil like that.” “But Mama…” “Now Roo, behave. Thank you. Now, Blessed Mother, you know what children are like, so I’ll just go ahead and invite you to join with us and lend your spirit to this joyous night. Hail and welcome.” “Woohoohoohoo! The circle is cast. The Lady is with us. Ain’t it just grand?” Tigger raises his arms to the sky, and starts to twirl, and starts to bounce, and twirls and bounces, deosil around the circle. “Woohoohoohoo! The wonderful thing about witches, is witches are wonderful things. They dance, they prance, they clap and sing. They live a life of joy, peace, and fun. But, the most wonderful thing about witches, is witches are wonderful folks. They’re serious when needed, but always quick with the jokes. They honor the Lord, they honor the Lady. They love to lay in a field and bask in the sun, or under a tree where it’s shady. But, the most wonderful thing about witches is I ain’t the only one. The wonderful thing about witches is witches have wonderful souls. Their hearts will swell, they make folks well, and around campfires, stories tell. They’re happy, clappy, sometimes sappy, and when they don’t ground right, they’re often zappy, but the most wonderful ting about witches is… I …ain’t… the… only… one. Woohoohoo, Blessed Be!” “Blessed Be!” repeats the group. “Oh, bother,” says Pooh. “That is so silly. This is a ritual. I don’t think we’re supposed to be silly, are we?” “Au contraire my dear Pooh. Woohoohoo! We are willy, nilly, and silly, but we are celebrating the joy in our hearts, the zest for life that we have, the energy that we share. We heal our souls with happy fun, we set our spirits free to run, we live the beauty of the moon and sun. We’re witches you know, hehehehehe. Now, please bring forth the bread, wine, and honey so we can complete our blessed night.” “Oh, bother,” says Pooh. “The honey jar seems to be empty, I know there was some here, when I checked its taste before the ritual. Where ever could it have gone? I guess I’ve ruined the ritual now. Oh bother, oh whoa.” “Woohoohoo. Christopher Robin is right, you know, you really are a silly old bear. We’re together, with each other and with the Lady. Honey would be nice, I’m sure, but our ritual was good and lovely and pure. Perhaps next time though, you could bring two jars? Woohoohoo! Now, take this cup, and take this bread, and with all being done and said, we are sisters and brothers, from last to first. May you never hunger, may you never thirst. Woohoohoo!” And so the cup is passed, and the bread to share, and not one thought given to a worldly care. “Woohoohoo! And now, let us end our full Moon Ritual. Kanga?” Kanga: “Thank you, Tigger, and for behaving yourself, thank you Roo.” “Oh Mama!” Kanga: “Blessed Lady, we thank you for your presence with us tonight, thought like the good Mother you are, you are always with us, at least in our hearts. Go if you must, stay if you will. Hail and farewell.” “Hail and farewell” repeats the group. Eeyore: “well, Water, I didn’t think you’d come, but I guess it’s nice that you did. Go if you must, and you probably will, stay if you want to. Hail and farewell.” “Hail and farewell” repeats the group. Piglet: “Element of fire, I kn kn knew you would listen to my c c c call. Thank you for c c coming. Go if you must, stay if you will. Hail and farewell.” “Hail and farewell” repeats the group. Owl: “Ahem! Element of air, I knew you would come, as I’m wont to know so many things, but I thank you nonetheless. Go if you must, stay if you will. Hail and farewell.” “Hail and farewell” repeats the group. Rabbit: “Element of earth, provider of carrots and cabbages and many great things, I thank you for coming tonight. Go if you must, stay if you will. Hail and farewell.” “Hail and farewell” repeats the group. “Woohoohoo! Just one more thing to do! As hand to hand the circle was cast, or hand to ear, or ear to hand, or from me to you and you to me, it’s time from hand to hand to set the circle free.” Tigger turns to Pooh. “Hand to hand, the circle is opened.” And so, in widdershins, on it goes. “Woohoohoo, and now we’re through. Unlike my furniture, and many other things as well, the circle is open, yet never broken. So mote it be!” "So mote it be!” repeats the group. Back to Hafapea's Universe