New Spirit of the Clan
Hang a piece of your soul on the clan tree.
Smile.
The Great Work and the Way that is Vast and Profound merge.
There is no egregore – no psychic energy of past veneration.
This is a new archetype for the secret collective.
The past is old and gone – the future awaits our offering.
What will be the attributes?
What will be the name?
What will be the mantra?
What will be the offerings?
Shall we make a song for the clan spirit? A dance? A beat?
A sigil? A yantra?
What rite shall cause her to come to be?
Let that which is within us be mingled in the tree
Let that which is around us be hung on the tree
The tree connects worlds
A feather found Together bound
A Bird of Two Wings Flies
The feather connects worlds
The Raven, The Owl, The Hawk, The Turkey rule Air and Earth
The Duck, The Swan, and the Goose go to the Water realm as well
The Bat sleeps in the Mother’s Womb
Here is the Woodland – Lay in the Earth, Gaze into the Water, Gaze into the Fire, Feel the Wind, Gaze into the Sky, Bathe in Moonlight and Starlight
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