Thursday, June 23, 1994 and tomorrow's weather - cloudy with thunderstorms in the afternoon, rain all night. Oh, good grief! Tomorrow is the workshop and it's going to rain. It rained last year at this workshop. I pick one night out of the whole year for a workshop, and it's going to rain. Oh well, I guess we'll just get wet. Friday, June 24, 1994 5:30 p.m.
It's pouring. I wonder if people will show for the workshop. I've got all the materials, but I only covered a small amount of wood. It will not be enough for the entire night. 7:00 p.m. Park and Ride - people are arriving to be shuttled to the workshop site. We will be in a pine woods, about 800 yards from the nearest shelter. The rain has stopped and everyone is looking forward to the ceremony. Only one no-show - good!
We car pooled to the tree farm. There is plenty to carry -food, water, rocks for the wheel, blankets, drums, lanterns - are we staying for a whole week?
It's around 9:00 p.m. and we are chanting to invite the fire beings to our circle and light this damp wood. Finally, the wood is coaxed into igniting, and the fire begins.
We have laid out a Peruvian medicine wheel. The south is our door back to ordinary reality. We have a gatekeeper posted there. Throughout the night, when we would take a break, we would go as a group outside the circle to gather wood for grandfather fire.
The ceremony began in the south, moving around the wheel to the west, then the north and, finally, the east. We sang several songs, journeyed to the three different worlds, performed healings on everyone with everyone's help. I am always impressed how a group comes together to work and hold the energy of compassion, healing, and love.
The night was long and dark, but dry. We saw the fill moon through the breaking clouds for a moment. I believe each person was challenged at some point during the ceremony. My challenge came about 4.30 in the morning. I got tired -- really tired. I had been channeling spiritual energy almost constantly since 9.30 and my energy was low. A beautiful and long (thank you) story was being given and for a moment I felt relief and everyone concentrated on the storyteller. I went inside, felt my power animal hold me, and was renewed. A short time later, a bird chirped. Morning had started. I knew we were going to make it then. In retrospect, it was amazing how quiet the night had been.
Friends, a wonderful healing celebration is now concluding. We are as a group; tired, dirty, happy, and looking forward to the new day. The final prayers are said, the healing is complete, and the fire extinguished. I thank all who attended from the many worlds. Until we meet again, next time June 23, 1995, Love and Light.
written by Paul Sivert