Mead of inspiration

From autonmatrix


MEAD OF INSPIRATION
mead  of  inspiration
Background:
This rite is based on both the Celtic and Nordic tradition of brewing mead. Both mythologies use mead as an elixir of inspiration. In the Celtic Myth, Taliesin was born after drinking out of Cerridwen's cauldron. She brewed a mead for a year and a day for her son, who was quite stupid. It was to give him instant and total knowledge. However, the caretaker for the mead, Gwion, accidentally took the mead instead. Gwion was thereafter know as Taliesin, the greatest Bard of all times. In the Nordic legend, Odin brewed Othroenir, or Mead of Inspiration. Oethroerir is also the name of his cauldron. Following this tradition, this rite brews a mead of inspiration.
Procedure:
This rite has two stages, the first is the actual brewing of the mead and the second is the consumption. The following is for the first stage only.
Materials:
- A Large Cauldron or Pot
- Water
- Honey
- Almonds, Hazelnuts, Vervain and Horehound
- Wine Yeast
- Campden Tablets
- Sigils of Inspiration (These should be drawn on white paper with non-toxic markers)
The Rite:
Begin the mead brewing approximately one hour before the rite begins. This will entail bringing a gallon of water to boiling over an open fire. Once the water is boiling, add 31/2 pounds of honey and dissolve. Bring to a boil again. Boil for approximately 45 minutes. During this last boiling, the rite should begin.
0. Opening - All participants gather round the cauldron and open with The Rite of Three Rays or The Rite of ALU.
1. Statement of Intent - "It is our will to brew a mead of inspiration."
2. Preparatory Statement - Repeat the following thrice:
To bathe in the waters of life
To wash off the not-human
I come in self-annihilation
And the grandeur of inspiration
3. Charging of the Sigils - All participants slowly circle the cauldron deosil nine times whilst chanting "Ansuz, Perthro, Ing". Concentrate on your sigil. After the ninth circuit, remain stationary, but continue chanting until gnosis is reach ed and then, anoint each sigil with saliva. Hold onto the sigils.
4. Invocation - The M.O. should recite the following invocation:
Hail Mimir!
Guardian of the dark waters of wisdom.
Hail Kvasir!
Son of the unity of the Gods.
Hail Cerridwen!
Crone of ancient wisdom.
We brew this mead seeking inspiration.
Come Mimir, Come Kvasir, Come Cerridwen
Infuse this mead with your knowledge. (Toss in 12 Almonds)
Enchant this mead with your power. (Toss in 12 Hazelnuts)
Fill this mead with your wisdom. (Toss in Horehound/Vervain)
5. At the end of the invocation, each participant should toss in their sigil stating "So mote it be" or "It is done" or some such statement.
6. Banish with laughter and merriment.
The mead should be allowed to cool to a blood warm temperature. Add the yeast and the campden tablet and let sit over night. In the morning, strain the contents into a large vessel and store in a cool dark place for at least three months. Bottle and use when desired.

Odin

I swear i've written the same shit a hundred times over! but i always erase it because it never sounds right, i want to be accurate in what i say. Though sometimes that isn't always possible.

My mindstate is crucial, and governs my direction. A whack mindstate will make me go whack. In my current mindstate i make attempts to do things, but always fall short because it proves to be irrelevant, or not what i actually wanted. Which is really frustrating, but at the same time i see the progress i make, and somehow can't recognize it.

So i'm making progress and not making progress at the same time, which makes perfect sense. I attempt to structure myself by accepting various archetypes, but they always morph into one because i can see the inherent similarities between them and how they are really quite the same. I think the ultimate act would be to devote myself, and give life meaning.

At this point nothing means anything, until i start to look for meaning and then i find all of the meaning in the world, only to be unable to decide which way to go. What i need to find is the thing that has the most meaning, meaning beyond my own. This is what i believe to be god, tao, one, all chaos, etc. I call this force Odin, because of the nature of Odin.

What i'm really missing at this point is that I am already devoted to myself, and by being devoted to myself i am devoted to the force i call Odin. I think once this is understood, and not just known, i will be better off. I have found Odin, but he is Svipal, changeable, as are all of ourselves. So in truth, i have not really found him, nor myself.

I do not wish to chase the fleeting, but isn't that just life? Eventually we die, instead of contemplating who i was and how things are, i should be concerned with living those things. But without some review of the things around me i would surely be lost. That is why Odin is the wanderer, he is not lost, he wanders.

You could be wandering and not know where you're going, but not be lost. You just have to keep close attention to what is around you and learn your way as you go. What guides? the force behind us, and the pull ahead of us.

" In life there is only what you felt "

I, personally, see Odin as comprised of three main forces. These forces are not exact, and often cross into eachother.

The stirrer of fury, wod. Not neccesarily aggression, the fire of life and the will to live. This is the aspect i use to enrich my life, it is centering and invigorating, inspiring. I think of this as Odin the shaman, he who sacrificed himself to himself. The one who is resound within themself.

The magician. This is the aspect that deals with intellect, wisdom, thought, memory, and expression of power. They say with great power comes responsibility. I say with the wisdom to not abuse power, comes power. Unexpressed power, restraint, is power. Though power is not always to be hidden. Express power to empower yourself when needed.

The wanderer. The wanderer sees much, and goes to many places, but never stays. This is the Svipal nature. No attachments, only an observer. This reflects the nature of life, moments are born and then die as quickly as they come.

Odin is the valfather, the king of the slain. As well as the god of memory. Fallen heroes were preserved in memory by the skalds, the poets. Odin is also the god of poetry. Odin takes only those who died a valiant death in service to him. Like Odin, remember and preserve only what serves you well in life, life is a battlefield afterall. Whether this be qualities of yourself, habits, people, ideas, beliefs, anything.