For posterity, I shall record the (not-completely-traditional) order of my Afmaelisdagr. IIRC everyone but me joined hands, and circled three times widdershins. Then I handed an avatar of the earth (an apple) to a Reeve or Companion, and asked them to hold it aloft while I called on it in the name of maybe twenty aspects, relatives, or parts to aid. This was repeated for five planets.
Some of the names were mildly mangled, as even the kinder rot13 was tongue-twisting, but the kicker was the Aztec-god aspect of the sun.
Five assistants were intended to form the points of jomscarf-pentagram about me, but at the last minute I listen to the baying of the new sun and decided this particular one would appreciate strength of feeling more than ritual.
Then they circled again, I called the names of the five planets and the sun, everyone had a *small* sip of mead from the horn, a libation was poured on the ground, and the sun rose. Just about.
Several people joined us that morning, including
davethedog, of whom we still have his mark-signature added to the list of Jomsvikings. Unfortunately I was made to promise not to name him as the next reeve.
For that day the day was beautiful -- crisp, cool, but warm in the sun, and all round a perfect morning. Unfortunately since, it seems to have been uniformly grey, to the extent that I wondered if we were under a nuclear fallout and I just hadn't seen the news.
Some of the names were mildly mangled, as even the kinder rot13 was tongue-twisting, but the kicker was the Aztec-god aspect of the sun.
Five assistants were intended to form the points of jomscarf-pentagram about me, but at the last minute I listen to the baying of the new sun and decided this particular one would appreciate strength of feeling more than ritual.
Then they circled again, I called the names of the five planets and the sun, everyone had a *small* sip of mead from the horn, a libation was poured on the ground, and the sun rose. Just about.
Several people joined us that morning, including
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For that day the day was beautiful -- crisp, cool, but warm in the sun, and all round a perfect morning. Unfortunately since, it seems to have been uniformly grey, to the extent that I wondered if we were under a nuclear fallout and I just hadn't seen the news.