Monday, January 7, 2013

Defining Sacred Space

Before we begin any ritual, it has become our practice to define the space in which it is held: That space is between the worlds and is not subject to "normal" time constraints. In defining thus, we have used the ancient directions which correspond to the elements: fire, earth, air, water. The correlation of the elements with directions comes to us from the ancient Harappan civilization of the Indus Valley: from the area known as the Punjab (Land of the Five Rivers). The area spans the border between today's Pakistan and today's India.
Generally North has been designated Earth. With the Himalayas in the North, putting Earth there seems reasonable. But what if there is no earth massif to your north, as for instance in northwestern Ireland, or in the praire flatland of Kansas? Since anywhere we stand Earth is under our feet, it seems reasonable to us to correlate Earth with Down.
What if we are in the United States on the west coast? Where should we put Water? Since the Pacific Ocean is in the West and it is a pretty large body of water, let's say for the sake of argument that we should put Water in the West. Then when we move to the east coast we should put Water in the East; and by similar reasoning on the Gulf Coast we should put Water in the South.
Since the sun is at its most powerful in the South (we're speaking here throughout of the northern hemisphere), Fire should be in the South, and Air in the West. This is especially appropriate since most prevailing winds come from the West. (You need only look at the weather channel.) This now leaves us with a blank for North--and after working many, many dedications of space, we have come to the conclusion that the best representation for North is Time. Without Time, nothing would exist. Further, Time can obviously be associated with the elderly, with white hair, and with many other concepts befitting what is essentially a sympathy magic. Now we can put Spirit Above and have a very consistent, tidy, satisfactory six-direction dedication for our working.
We prefer what is called cross-circle calling: the person standing in the South calls North, and similarly around the group--starting, of course, with Earth because workers need something to stand on. It is best, then, that everyone in unison call Earth. Here then is a typical set of direction calls for the eastern US:
Below - earth, our mother: the solid ground from which we all come                a  square
East - water, adaptability: takes on the shape of its container                           wavy lines
South - fire, passion, not indifference                                                              triangle
West - air, mental: here new ideas come in on the wind                                   fountain
North - time, remembrance, good times, those who have gone before             clock hands
Above - spirit, which activates every living thing                                              spiral
Thus we offer some basic ideas to direct your thinking as you dedicate your space. Some groups also like to make hand gestures as they call each direction, so we have included them too. Remember always that the key to such working is the ability to remain silent, an ability often equated to Earth, with the silence of rocks and mountains. As with all magical procedures, though, it is up to the local group to make their own decisions on how they will sanctify their sacred space. Therefore we urge you to do just that: Define it, try it; if you like it, stay with it. Whatever you do in your working, don't just simply follow like a well-trained dog the ancient instructions without thinking about them.
Remember always that the key to all this working is the ability to remain silent. It is often equated to Earth. The silence of the rocks and the mountains. As with all magical procedures, it is up to the local group to make their own decisions on how they will sanctify their sacred space. We urge you, therefore, to do just this: define it, try it; if you like it, stay with it. Whatever you do in your working, don't just simply follow like a well-trained dog the ancient instructions without thinking about them.

Be where you are.

5 comments:

thirdeyespinning said...

I appollogize for having to say this but a large majority of americana are "fucking stupid" Ok I feel better. As usual but not always but at the moment. Gavin and Yvonne post flew over my head I think its because my mother is not feeling well. I dont have dental insurance. People have to flap there trap while intelligent people can talk in their hands. I dont have a liscence while other shitbags do.Other people are getting laid while Im not. TRUE STORY. SCOTTI HUBBS CREATOR OF THE EARLY YEARS GETS RID OF 5.5 BILLION OF SHIT PEOPLE On THE PLANET TO BE PART OF THE NEW WORLD ORDER AS SOME CONTROL FREAKING...oops I better hush I was just being Scotti the obnoxious redneck for my comedy routine.copyright@2332 hours EST 01/09/2013

thirdeyespinning said...

Did I say talk in their hands like the Muslims? Is that who is bothering me? Well Im not bothering you am I towel headed turban wearing camel toes. I can only respect so many people a week and today is not your day.Yeah I fu$$$$$ get it Mecca is a type of vortex and I respect Mohammed now go drone on into your hands and leave me alone. Good Bye

thirdeyespinning said...

Brooke Burke-Charvet Shows Off Scar from Thyroid Cancer Surgery... This is a true story from todays headlines. Another true story I was at a pub in downtown Wilmington,a brew pub, Port City Brew pub. And next store is a Irish Pub owned by this Russian dude. I left the Port City brew pub after having one beer in a fifty gallon barrel and urinated in the alley between the two pubs,while the Russian comrade was talking on his telephony about 25 yards away. I urinated in the alley while glancing at this Romanov looking cat.Later that night I entered Mcsorleys and asked for a pint o' Guiness as I have not eaten all day and the Irish call this liquid lunch. I put my quid(dollars) on the bar and was not served. I asked the ruska why and he said because he saw me urinating in the alley. I replied "Hey comrade,this is my hometown,I might not be able to piss everywhere,but I can piss someplaces so piss off back to Ireland or I might get Mcsorleys with you and turn into Vlad The Impaler.

thirdeyespinning said...

My pal Vladir Putin said "Well said my friend" Then I turned to Garry Kasporov and said "Checkmate" you commie basterd. Ha suck on that. Witch reminds me of the movie "I love you man" when the guy was fencing after scoring a hit.

thirdeyespinning said...

Well I reread the post now it made more sense. It reminds me of a famous qoute from the movie."Fast Times At Ridgemont High" when the cool cat Damone said "Wherever Your At Thats The Place To Be" I feel what Gavin is saying is to stay in Wilmington and finish your movie. I am looking for my own place because of course its a bot chilly to stay in a tent I think I will save money and stay at the shelter and work on my movie during the day. Whoo weee I just thought of one of the best scenes in the movie when Phobe Cates comes out of the pool and the pirate delivery guy is in the bathroom taking a break. He says at the end of the scene "Doesnt Anybody Ever Knock" Also reminds me of that movie "The Postman always rings twice" with our friend Jack Nicholson I am going to post a excerpt from "The Early Years" the first woman presidents college experience THIRD ACT Ana Frost and her father Nicholas are at a meeting of the World Trade Organisation, the meeting is being held in the ballroom of the Wilmington Hilton. Of course many dignataries are in attendence and Ana and her father are having a joyous time laughing, talking, and drinking champagne. Ana suddenly collapses and her father and peoples sitting at the table rush to her side. "Ana, WHATS WRONG!" Slapping her gently on the face as her father sees her eyes roll back in to head. A woman rushes over saying "Im a doctor let me through" she kneels over Ana and checks her pulse and finds none. Anas father Nicolas picks up her champagne glass and sniffs it detecting a faint odor of plutonium and being a physicist knows right away she has been poisoned. His head sinks down resigned to this fact. He gets up slowly as the music in the ballroom slows down and time to a degree. He walks to the ballroom doors and opens them as a sudden downpour burst from the sky. Nichlolas walks a few steps out and the camera comes in on his face as the streetlight reflects. Nicholas says in a resolute voice looking to the sky "Now All Of Anas Moments Are Lost Like Tears In The Rain" He slowly lowers his head and walks robotically but puposefully to his black Mercedes.SCENE from "The Early Years" the first woman presidents college experience copyright@1718 hours EST 01/10/2013