lesser sabbat

Happy Spring Equinox!

“We kindle this fire today
In presence of the Holy Ones
Without Malice, without jealousy, without envy,
Without fear of aught beneath the Sun
But the High Gods
The we invoke, O Light of Life,
Be Thou a bright flame before us,
Be Thou a guiding star above us,
Be Thou a smooth path beneath us;
Kindle Thou within our hearts
A flame of love for our neighbors,
To our foes, to our friends, to our kindred all,
To all men on the broad earth.
O merciful Son of Cerridwen,
From the lowliest thing that liveth
To the Name which is Highest of all.” ~Adaptation by Doreen Valiente from two Scottish Gaelic blessings

SABBATS (Masterpost)

Sabbats mark the passage of the sun, representing the cycles of life and death through The Wheel of the Year and the Triple Moon Goddess. There are eight of ‘em in total and to be perfectly honest, they can be a little tricky to grasp at first because their names and dates vary depending on your path and your location in the world. This is because of the difference between the Northern and the Southern Hemispheres. See, The Wheel of the Year originated in the North so, in the Southern Hemisphere, most people advance Sabbat dates so that they match up with the natural seasons and their meanings. For example, while a Canadian Pagan like myself would be celebrating Samhain in chilly autumn, an Australian Pagan would be enjoying a nice late spring day celebrating Beltane.  However, there are some in the South who still celebrate with the original Northern dates.

The Sabbats are split up into two different groups called the Greater Sabbats and the Lesser Sabbats. The Greater includes Samhain, Imbolc, Beltane and Lammas because they fall on dates that represent high energy in its season. The Lesser Sabbats are Yule, Ostara, Litha and Mabon because they fall on the equinoxes and solstices marking the changes of the four seasons on Earth. Below is a simplified list for now and over the next couple of posts I’ll be covering each in greater detail, STARTING with Imbolc just because it’s right around the corner for me! (•̀ᴗ•́)و 

  1. IMBOLC (IMBOLG, CANDLEMAS, BRIGID’S DAY)
    northern hemisphere date is February 1-2
    southern hemisphere date is
    July 31/August 1

  2. OSTARA (SPRING EQUINOX)
    northern hemisphere date is March 20-23
    southern hemisphere date is September 20-23

  3. BELTANE (MAY DAY, NOVEY EVE)
    northern hemisphere date is May 1st
    southern hemisphere date is October 31/November 1

  4. LITHA (SUMMER SOLSTICE)
    northern hemisphere date is June 21/22
    southern hemisphere date is December 21/22 

  5. LAMMAS (LUGHNASADH)
    northern hemisphere date is July 31/August 1
    southern hemisphere date is February 1-2

  6. MABON (AUTUMN EQUINOX)
    northern hemisphere date is September 20-23
    southern hemisphere date is March 20-23

  7. SAMHAIN (HALLOWEEN / ALL HALLOW’S EVE)
    northern hemisphere date is October 31
    southern hemisphere date is April 30/May 1

  8. YULE (WINTER SOLSTICE)
    northern hemisphere date is December 20-23
    southern hemisphere date is June 20-23

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The Witches Creed

Hear now the words of the witches,
The secrets we hid in the night,
When dark was our destiny’s pathway,
That now we bring forth into light.

Mysterious water and fire,
The earth and the wide-ranging air,
By hidden quintessence we know them,
And will and keep silent and dare.

The birth and rebirth of all nature,
The passing of winter and spring,
We share with the life universal,
Rejoice in the magical ring.

Four times in the year the Great Sabbat
Returns, and the witches are seen
At Lammas and Candlemas dancing,
On May Eve and old Hallowe'en.

When day-time and night-time are equal,
When sun is at greatest and least,
The four Lesser Sabbats are summoned,
And Witches gather in feast.

Thirteen silver moons in a year are,
Thirteen is the coven’s array.
Thirteen times at Esbat make merry,
For each golden year and a day.

The power that was passed down the age,
Each time between woman and man,
Each century unto the other,
Ere time and the ages began.
When drawn is the magical circle,
By sword or athame of power,
Its compass between two worlds lies,
In land of the shades for that hour.
This world has no right then to know it.

And world of beyond will tell naught.
The oldest of Gods are invoked there,
The Great Work of magic is wrought.

For the two are mystical pillars,
That stand at the gate of the shrine,
And two are the powers of nature,
The forms and the forces divine.

The dark and the light in succession,
The opposites each unto each,
Shown forth as a God and a Goddess:
Of this our ancestors teach.

By night he’s the wild winds rider,
The Horn’d One, the Lord of the Shades.
By day he’s the King of the Woodland,
The dweller in green forest glades.

She is youthful or old as she pleases,
She sails the torn clouds in her barque,
The bright silver lady of midnight,
The crone who weaves spells in the dark.

The master and mistress of magic,
That dwell in the deeps of the mind,
Immortal and ever-renewing,
With power to free or to bind.

So drink the good wine to the Old Gods,
And Dance and make love in their praise,
Till Elphame’s fair land shall receive us
In peace at the end of our days.

And Do What You Will be the challenge,
So be it Love that harms none,
For this is the only commandment.
By Magic of old, be it done!

Hear Now the words of the witches,
         The secrets we hid in the night,
         When dark was our destiny’s pathway,
         That now we bring forth into light.
         
         Mysterious water and fire,
         The earth and the wide-ranging air,
         By hidden quintessence we know them,  
         And will and keep silent and dare.
         
         The birth and rebirth of all nature,
         The passing of winter and spring,
         We share with the life universal,
         Rejoice in the magical  ring.
         
         Four times in the year the Great Sabbat
         Returns, and the witches are seen
         At Lammas and Candlemas dancing,
         On May Eve and old Hallowe'en.
         
         When day-time and night-time are equal,
         Whensun is at greatest and least,
         The four Lesser Sabbats are summoned,
         And Witches gather in feast.
         
         Thirteen silver moons in a year are,
         Thirteen is the coven’s array.
         Thirteen times at Esbat make merry,
         For each golden year and a day.
         
         The power that was passed down the age,
         Each time between woman and man,
         Each century unto the other,
         Ere time and the ages began.
         
         When drawn is the magical circle,
         By sword or athame of power,
         Its compass between two worlds lies,
         In land of the shades for that hour.


         This world has no right then to know it,
         And world of beyond will tell naught.
         The oldest of Gods are invoked there,
         The Great Work of magic is wrought.
         
         For the two are mystical pillars,
         That stand at the gate of the shrine,
         And two are the powers of nature,
         The forms and the forces divine.
         
         The dark and the light in succession,
         The opposites each unto each,
         Shown forth as a God and a Goddess:
         Of this our ancestors teach.  
         
         By night he’s the wild wind’s rider,
         The Horn’d One, the Lord of the Shades.
         By day he’s the King of the Woodland,
         The dweller in green forest glades.
         
         She is youthful or old as she pleases,
         She sails the torn clouds in her barque,
         The bright silver lady of midnight,
         The crone who weaves spells in the dark.
         
         The master and mistress of magic,
         That dwell in the deeps of the mind,
         Immortal and ever-renewing,
         With power to free or to bind.
         
         So drink the good wine to the Old Gods,
         And Dance and make love in their praise,
         Till Elphame’s fair land shall receive us
         In peace at the end of our days.
         
         And Do What You Will be the challenge,
         So be it Love that harms  none,
         For this is the only commandment.
         By Magic of old, be it done!

—  Doreen Valiente

   In the warren it takes no time at all for everyone and their rat to know the rumor that Miles was an ‘ex-hunter’. And so the elder pretending to be a fledgling soon found himself ostracized as an outcast. However instead of being upset Miles appeared to enjoy all the chaos he was causing and laughed quietly to himself since so far only Sunny and maybe to a lesser extent the ex-Sabbat ‘Pickles’ had noticed something about him not adding up.

  Miles spent a lot of his plentiful free time with the two fledglings, even suggesting getting something similar to wear to show solidarity. “Like a coterie.”
  The rest of his time was occupied with plotting and being ‘sent’ on missions that would usually kill a neonate. He of course took the hardest possible tasks available from Aurel on purpose.

  However he was still unaware that his trustworthiness has been put into question by his own childe. And the forum post that Aurel would finally decode would not help a single bit.

  Among a list of some random people having their secrets dragged through the mud was—

  One’d think it was just mostly someone the elder had jilted throwing slander around but the evidence seems to point out how the ‘Methuselah’ has been noted to disappear and unable to be located for long periods of time in the recent century of ‘activity’.
  Seems whenever he is recorded to have been in a warren other then the Istanbul one- well of those three turned up abandoned and empty and one completely destroyed. Attached to the post are two black and white photos in bad waterlogged condition, one colored and slightly burned, and two more digital show none other then Miles being chummy with the other Nosferatu in three of those warrens. Allegedly.

  Looked like it was a good time to maybe have a sit down with a certain tiny mysterious Nosferatu and get some answers…

  Meanwhile in the Camarilla Elysium the entrance door swings open and two figures become visible as they stride inside the safety of the area.
   A tall Nosferatu so thin that it is difficult to imagine how he does not break from walking, yet he is elegant and the movements are nearly hypnotizing as he practically floats across the room with only the rustling of the skirt to mark his passage. Chest held high and a prideful smile on his face he holds himself unlike most of his clan, unashamed of disfigurement and somehow even alluring. It was hard to tell if it actually was a Nosferatu, possibly a Tzimisce or a very fucked up Gangrel.

   Following after him and much meeker was another Nosferatu. Pale with some kind of white neck fluff, dressed in a dark grey suit and walking hunched in on himself with hands clasped together. A small cross rested on his chest.

  Neither smelled like sewer yet so that was a bonus.

  They headed straight for a ghoul that they must have found out beforehand belonged to the Prince and stopped near her. The tall one made a few hand gestures to the other.
  “Signore Florio would wish to speak with the Prince or Seneschal.” The pale Nosferatu translated, voice heavily accented with Italian. He was trying very hard to speak his non native language correctly and keep an eye out on those rapidly moving hands. “To uphold the fifth tradition and present ourselves in his domain”    
   With that ‘said’ Callias placed his hands back by his sides and smiled sweetly down at the ghoul.