By Ian Corrigan
As the Earth falls into sleep the Queen of Spirits is choosing those who will go to the Cauldron of Rebirth. She is Morrigan, the Great Queen of Phantoms, the Chooser of the Slain. She is the Battle Raven, the Red Woman, Mistress of the Cauldron.
Hear us now, Red One, Great Queen, Lady of the Reaping, Cauldron-Witch of Sorcery and Prophecy. We your children pray that you be with us, that you look kindly upon our holy rite, that you come into our Grove and give us your blessing.
We give due offering to you. We give you…
(Shaft)
Precious stone, that the Bones of the Earth may be clothed again in life.
(Fire)
Whiskey, that the Waters of Life May flow in us and Spirit indwell flesh.
(Tree)
Feathers, that your raven Eye watch over us in the Season of Sleep.
Be welcome among us Morrigan;
Great Queen, accept our sacrifice!
