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Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Week 25


The Descent of Inanna


This is the story of the Sumerian Goddess Inanna who was a Goddess of love, war, and fertility. Her story has been told in many ways over many years, and this is one more version that I wrote to accompany an Ostara ritual for a group of Pagan inmates serving time in a state prison.


 
 

The Goddess Inanna lived in a world of riches and wore only the most beautiful clothing of vibrant silks and sparkling gems. Her wealthy and powerful followers brought her gifts of beauty in exchange for her blessings, which she gave with little thought. Her life was easy and simple and she liked it that way. Her lover told her how beautiful she was and enjoyed being next to her side at the lavish parties that were thrown in Inanna’s honor. But all of this wasn’t enough.

One spring, a feeling of discontent began slowly to fill Inanna. She felt as if her life was not complete, and although she was still surrounded by praise and pretty things, she felt lonely and longed for something more in her life. Not knowing what to do with this new feeling Inanna decided to visit her sister, Ereshkigal, whom she had not seen since she had become queen of the underworld many years before. Excited to be on her way Inanna bid goodbye to her faithful friend and confidant Ninshabur and asked her to watch over her lands while she was away.

Down down she went, deep into the earth. Through the dark and muck, past shadows and walls of rock. Finally, after time lost all meaning, Inanna reached an archway where a person dressed in a dark robe stopped her. “You cannot pass without making an offering to the Queen of the Underworld,” the figure said motioning to her crown. Looking behind herself, Inanna realized that the path behind her had disappeared and only a wall of rock remained. Reluctantly she passed her golden crown, the symbol of her power as queen. Not knowing what else to do she continued to walk.

Down, down she went, deep into the earth. Through the dark and muck, past shadows and walls of rock. Finally, after beginning to lose hope, Inanna reached another archway where a person dressed in a dark robe stopped her. “You cannot pass without making an offering to the Queen of the Underworld,” the figure said motioning to the large jeweled ring on her hand. Reluctantly she passed her ring, a gift to symbolize the eternal devotion of her lover. Not knowing what else to do she continued to walk.

Down down she went, deep into the earth. Through the dark and muck, past shadows and walls of rock. Finally, after hunger twisted Inanna’s stomach, she reached a third archway where a person dressed in a dark robe stopped her. “You cannot pass without making an offering to the Queen of the Underworld,” the figure said motioning to her staff. Reluctantly she passed the staff she used to control the growth of the natural world. Not knowing what else to do she continued to walk.

Down down she went, deep into the earth. Through the dark and muck, past shadows and walls of rock. Finally, as tears streaked down Inanna’s dirty face, she reached a fourth archway where a person dressed in a dark robe stopped her. “You cannot pass without making an offering to the Queen of the Underworld,” the figure said motioning to her sturdy leather boots. Reluctantly she passed over the boots that had worn into many battles as a warrior queen. Not knowing what else to do she continued to walk.

Down down she went, deep into the earth. Through the dark and muck, past shadows and walls of rock. Finally, as Inanna’s mind became confused and clouded and she could badly remember where she was journeying to, she reached an archway where a person dressed in a dark robe stopped her. “You cannot pass without making an offering to the Queen of the Underworld,” the figure said motioning to her silken gown. Reluctantly she stripped off her dress, the symbol of her beauty and passed it to the figure. Not knowing what else to do she continued to walk.

Down down she went, deep into the earth. Through the dark and muck, past shadows and walls of rock. Finally, after the soles of Inanna’s feet bled from walking on the rocks, she reached an archway where a person dressed in a dark robe stopped her. “You cannot pass without making an offering to the Queen of the Underworld,” the figure said motioning to her cotton undergarments. Reluctantly she stripped off the last of her clothing, the symbol of her modesty and sexuality. Not knowing what else to do she continued to walk.

Down down she went, deep into the earth. Through the dark and muck, past shadows and walls of rock. Finally, after Inanna that that she could go no further, she reached archway where a person dressed in a dark robe stopped her. “You cannot pass without making an offering to the Queen of the Underworld the figure said motioning to her long golden brown hair with an outstretched hand holding a knife. Aghast at losing the symbol of her womanhood Inanna used the knife to cut off the hair that had once been so admired.

Now stripped of everything Inanna held dear she stumbled towards a river of dark murky water. A small boat waited on the shore. Inanna climbed into the boat and it moved silently down the river. When it stopped at she found herself in a cavern filled with more robed people and her sister at the center. Queen Ereshikgal, who had always been envious of her sister’s easy life in the upper world, began a trial. “Inanna we find you guilty of vanity, selfishness, laziness. You do not share your wealth and gifts with those who need it most. For this, we are sentencing you to eternity in the underworld.” Broken hearted that her sister would reject her this way, and ashamed that at least some of what she had said was correct, Inanna allowed herself to be drug away to a small chamber where she lay down in the dirt and slowly lost the will to live.

Above ground the world was in chaos. Without Inanna, the crops weren’t growing when they should, and wars were raging violently out of control. Love seemed to be forgotten and families turned against themselves. Her lover had already moved on to a new woman, but her friend Ninshabur was concerned. She waited several days and nights for Inanna to return and when she didn’t she decided to travel to the God Enki to beg for help. Looking out at the state of the world Enki agreed that Inanna must return, and gave Ninshabur the sacred food and water of life and sent her straight to Inanna, bypassing the tunnels and protectors of the underworld.

Ninshabur found Inanna unresponsive and gently feed her the water and food of life which brought Inanna back to life immediately. Together they climbed up through a small opening in the earth. As Inanna climbed mud covered her body forming a new earth brown dress of velvet and silk. Roots from the trees above wound themselves through her now short hair making her a solid crown. Bits of mica painted her body making her glow a warm shimmering bronze color. Water trickled past and cleansed the wounds on her feet, transforming them into the sturdy feet of a warrior that do not need protection from shoes. Gemstones clung to her hands and neck, as she felt the strength of the earth nourishing her muscles and making her strong again.

Inanna emerged into the light of the day as a new Goddess. One fierce and, but also attuned to the suffering of the world. Her lover came back and begged for forgiveness for being unfaithful, but when Inanna looked into her lovers heart she saw that her lover only wanted her power as a Goddess Queen and not as a soul mate, so she sends her now ex-lover to replace her in the underworld. Smiling at her friend Ninshabur, Inanna praised her for her steadfast friendship and loyalty by making her the highest advisor in the land.

From then on Inanna ruled over the world with both the heart of a great lover and a warrior's keen mind. She used her power to watch over the weak and reward the generous. She rejected the comforts of society and instead became a woman of the woods, a witch, a hag, a wizened crone. Those who wanted her blessing had to journey through the woods to find her. If they made the journey, and proved themselves to be brave and generous, she would grant them their hearts desire.
 
 

Saturday, February 8, 2014

Week 18

Imbolc



            I am sitting near a window that overlooks my snow covered backyard.  It’s been snowing for the past several days and so it seems like I won’t be able to make it to the prison tomorrow as I had planned.  The plan was to have a special Imbolc ritual a week late, but I guess it can be two weeks late and still be lovely! 

            Imbolc is the second winter holidays that many Pagans celebrate.  It is a time to celebrate the much beloved Goddess Brigit, the cows and sheep that are giving birth and coming into milk, the mystery of returning son, and the continuation of the long winter days.  It feels appropriate right now as I try to make up meals from my increasingly small stock of supplies since I can’t make it into the stores. 

            It can also be a time to look forward to spring and think about the things that you wish to manifest in your life.  For Imbolc in the prison,  we are going to dedicate ourselves to some sort of pursuit for the next year.  Some of the inmates may want to dedicate themselves as a Pagan or a witch while others may want to dedicate themselves to working with a certain deity or a personal challenge. 

            To begin our ritual we will have a brief check in and then chant Earth My Body as we do every time we meet.  Then we will arrange ourselves around a small plastic cauldron that I have filled with red and yellow tissue paper to make it look like a fire.  We will sit on cushions on the floor and make a circle around ourselves with a small amount of salt.  We will call the corners and use moss, feathers, small cups of water, and apache tears (obsidian) to stand in for the elements. 

            We will then sink into a space of mediation before taking turns sharing our dedication with the group.  I wrote out a simple dedication for inmates who wanted to use it, but many are wonderful writers and will likely create their own person dedications.

I, (name), daughter of (name),
do dedicate myself to walk the path of (intentions) for one year and a day.

I dedicate my energies, my heart, my spirit,
and my mind to following the path of (intentions).

This is now my center.  If I stray, this is where I will come back.

In times of darkness, I will lean on (intentions) to support me.

In times of great joy I will give thanks to (intentions) for blessing me.

In times of stillness and great activity, I will carry (intentions) in my heart.

I will strive to be the best model of (intentions),
so that this blessing can be shared with the wider world.



Blessed Be.

            When everyone has time to share we will bless ourselves with water.  I hope to be able to bring in some floral water to use for the blessing.  If not, maybe a bit of unsweetened tea would do!

  • ·      Anointing the forehead:  I bless my mind so that it may see clearly the path to my greatest good.

  • ·      Anointing the heart:  I bless my heart that it may help me find the love I need for others and myself as I dedicate myself to my path.

  • ·      Anointing the backs of the hands:  I bless my hands so that they may help me do the work that is needed as I journey on my path. 

  • ·      Anointing the stomach:  I bless my gut so that my inner wisdom can shine light onto my pathway when times are dark. 

  • ·      Anointing the feet:  I bless my feet so that may carry me as far as I need to travel as I walk along my path.

  • ·      Rubbing the water between the hands and over the whole body:  I dedicate my body, mind, and spirit to the pursuit of this noble path.  

  • ·      Blessed Be! 


            Next we will put on some music and will lead the women in a spiral dance around the room.  After that, we will have time for cakes and ale (usually cookies and juice) and some brief chatting before we return to our circles and release the elements. 


            I am excited to perform this ritual alongside the inmates, but I don’t want to risk my safety by traveling before the roads are clear and free of snow and ice!  Perhaps we will get an Imbolc miracle and the weather will warm up enough to allow us to celebrate tomorrow, but whenever it happens it should be lovely. 

Sunday, October 27, 2013

Week Seven: Samhain in the Prison





Samhain is an ancient Pagan holiday where the dead are honored and welcomed back into our lives, if only for a night.  Samhain is traditionally celebrated on October 31st, and it is often referred to as the ‘day without a day’ because it falls between New Years Eve on October 30th and New Years Day on November 1st.  It is believed that the veil between our world and the one the dead inhabit at its thinnest on Samhain and its sister holiday, Beltane.  Both holidays are wonderful days to work with tarot cards, read your tea leaves, and watch your dreams for messages from loved ones.

For Pagan inmates, Samhain can be a particularly difficult time.  Many inmates have never processed grief without some form of addiction or acting out to distract them from their pain.  While drugs, cutting, and violence do occur in prisons, it isn’t as easy to access, and many inmates find that those old patterns no longer serve them.  So what do they do with this pain?  Imagine never having felt the stab of pain one gets when loosing a beloved mother ten years prior, and to then have it suddenly leap at you while in prison.  It is difficult to bear, yet vitally important.

Some inmates carry the intense grief and shame of knowing that they have taken a life.  Others have experienced what one inmate referred to as “a prisoners worst fear” of loosing a loved one while incarcerated.  When this happens the inmate’s doesn’t get to hold their dear ones hand one last time, to say I’m sorry, or to ask for forgiveness.  Other inmates have the complicated emotions of having a family member die who was also their abuser.



Tonight will mark the second time that I have been part of a prison ritual for Samhain.  My intention is to provide a healthy representation of grief, and to be an extension of the Divine’s love that is unconditional and beyond reason (as the volunteer I work with is fond of saying).   I want to provide a sacred space where they can feel comfortable both feeling the joyful memories of the past, and the sorrows of today.

We will start the ritual by grounding our energies, calling the corners as a group, inviting the Divine to be with us, and then singing We Are The Flow. 

We are the flow, we are the ebb.

We are the weavers, we are the web.

We are the flow we are the ebb.

We are the witches back from the dead!

After the chant, I will pass out pieces of paper that are used as place cards for table setting.  Inmates can write the name of loved ones on the front of the card and then write something about the person in the inside.  We will have time to share memories with each other and this portion may take a while.  This is when grief shows her face.

We will have cakes and ale and listen to a selection of songs that have to do with the cycles of life and death.  One of my favorites is Ancestors Song by the fabulous Kellianna.  She has many songs that speak to this time of the year, and I highly recommend all of her music.  http://kellianna.bandcamp.com/track/ancestors-song

I will end the ritual with a reading from Starhawk’s ThePagan Book of Living and Dying.  On page 148-149, she has a set of prayers to be said just after someone has passed away.  I think their beauty and power will serve us in our time of remembrance.  In Starhawk’s words

May she/he become a star

In your night sky cauldron

And be brewed back to life.

May you all have a joyous and heartfelt Samhain,

Blessings,


Chaplain Holly