Yo Team O fellow aspiring agents
of Liberating Trickster,

So tonight, our usual time of convening….

we are opening the Council Doors
to all good-hearted beings with a sense of humor, 
for collective Solstice cahooting…

Because tonight –
the more the merrier the mojo….

So protocol will be slightly Saturn-ed,

for greater telepathic Jupiter…

The usual back-stage hang-out banter
will be just me, Amikaeyla, Sean,
and Back-stage Badger – sound-checking us…

and no chiming in during the hour-ish,
as is our usual cahoot…

But do feel welcome to share blessings, comments, conundrums on Trickster facebook page, 

or email for me to consider and respond afterwards…

Amikaeyla proffers the chants, 

Sean proffers the plants, 

and Caroline weaves the guiding meta narrative
for us all to plight our troth…
to that for which (or witch)
we are willing to be Messenger 

(Mercury stationing direct – Jupiter stationing retrograde –
to remember wisdom teachings of Pragmatic Mysticism,
whereby to re-assume responsibility for dreaming
the desirable culture of ingenious altruism into being.) 

& 

by proclaiming our availability to be danced into place, where we can do the most good,
contribute our considerable gifts to the Community
in a manner of Reciprocal Blessing…
at this time of Dire Beauty! 

toasting and group howl and yip-yip at end…

Legba/Barasuayo, to gather our wits

hands the baton to Seán:

“the Manx tradition of bringing rushes to the highest hill to pay the rent to Mannanan, god of the waters, at Midsummer: 

The Manx knew this to be the holy day of Mannanán mac Lir, son of the Great Ocean of Time and Space, honored by the people of Ireland and the Isle of Man. He was the great magician who crafted the great mounds beneath which the Daoine Sidhe, the Ancient Shining Ones, the Faerie people sleep, and he will be the one to open the gates for their return. Through the ages, he brought vision, wisdom, and counsel to great poets and sacred kings. 

 

To the Manx, he was the island’s first king, and to this day people go to the island’s highest hill to “pay the rent” for living on the land by leaving offerings of wildflowers and rushes.”

 

Continue reading Seán’s Solstice offering:

otherworldwell.com/blogs/news/the-ocean-and-the-tear

 

(*encourage clicking the link, because every word is beautifully resonant relevant)

who hands the Baton to the Moon, Big Mama,
who be proffering solace, safety and kinship
as
Br’er Rabbit prances with the 
Secret Soul of America.

The more the merrier the mojo

Solstice Chart proclaims
Democratic Animism

There’s a Trickster Chance
for Democracy and Planet!

If we gather our wits, 

are jaunty while being fully informed,

Partner with what we love,

Invite in Trickster in myriad guises:
plants, animals, rocks, ancestors,
Wisdom traditions,
everything we’ve ever studied,

Open the Solstice Portals

and are willing to

Come on Home
to the Embrace of Big Mama Santera

We invite all to have some
St Johns Wort tincture

(or imagine we do, 
or bring in a fresh sprig
of St. John’s Wort,
or sit by the plant 
…however one wishes
to invite in plant allies)

for our finale toast

whereby we embody all desirable

that be animated this evening cahoot.

Seán says ’tis a plant associated
with the Summer Solstice.

Here (below) be the chart
for the Solstice, Sunday night,

with the Moon at 9+ Scorpio – ha!  
the secret soul of America degree…

“Fellowship Supper reunites old comrades.”

(if we do a chart for America,
using the time on cool-tower
on back of $100 bill –
gives 9+ Scorpio Rising)

Jupiter and Uranus – quintile =
bestow irresistible eloquence
on behalf of what we love,
to all who offer their dedication,
and raise their hands…

These two path opening Intelligences
also offer us keys, whereby to open portals
between worlds…

and

Many of our past mentors gave us keys,
but some may not have put
the keys on the lock,
to tease teachings
into incarnational actuality…

So let’s put the Keys in the Locks,
and see who brought what!