Practice Mabon Ritual 2017

This marks my 18th anniversary of becoming a dedicated Pagan. In that time, I’ve learned a lot about myself and the world around me. It’s only opened up doors to more questions and more pathways yet unexplored. In this ritual, I honor the Native spirits of the land who first helped me in my journey as a child.

Priest: Mabon is a time when animals grow restless in anticipation of the coming winter. They are seen roaming the lonely, forgotten fields, fiery-leaved forests and in the chilling swells of lakes and rivers. For a moment, you can walk between these lands as both human and animal as we are all driven by the same beating drum. Life, escaping and chasing death in an endless spiral of cause and effect. The animals do not farm the land as humans do for they have no allegiances to countries and kings. They take only what they need and so, theirs is a harvest of will and instinct to survive. This ritual takes us through the turning of the wheel for an animal guide and helps us connect to the animal medicine we are seeking on our path.


Priestess: Envision yourself standing upon one of the powerful branches of the Spirit Tree that embraces Father Sky. Raise your hands to the Sky, you are now the Spirit Tree with your roots going deep into the loam of Mother Earth. The Spirit tree is unbreakable and eternal yet its presence is felt as only a spark within our hearts and a testament to our strength is measured by how high we are willing to climb the Spirit Tree.


(Participant 1 enters the Circle dressed as Father Sky. He wears clothing of white and grey to symbolize the clouds of the coming fall season. As He enters, He places pieces of howlite on the ground towards the center of the Circle preparing the minds of the audience to accept attunement to a higher consciousness)Priest: Father Sky, I call you into my Circle from the Wintry North. Soon Your skies will twirl and dance from vibrant blue shades to blotchy grey clouds.  Father Sky, soon Your dance will block out the life-giving sunlight and the trees will lose their lushness and plants will wither. The world will hold its breath at the sound of Your fearsome howls. Only the strongest of us will find the will within us to brave Your troubles upon the earth and learn the lessons of our inner strength. 


(Participant 2 enters the Circle clad in a bright red dress to invoke Mother Earth. The fiery red represents the warmth and comfort of home and planet. As Mother Earth enters the Circle, She walks towards the center, dropping pieces of Carnelian  along the ground to harness and direct the flow of positive creative energy inside the home.)Priestess: Mother Earth, I call you into my Circle from your domain, the golden flames of the Southern Fire. You will enter our homes in the foulest of days and bring us laughter. As an ever-present Mother, You will be watching Us as young children who play and grow within Your protective gaze. When spring comes, You will leave our homes and yet keep a string within our beating hearts. When we leave the comfort of our hearth to toil in the spring fields, we seek You.

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(Participant 3 enters the Circle wearing a bright yellow dress or robe. She may be adorned with trinkets representing the bear such as claw or teeth. As She enters the Circle, making the movements of the bear as it walks through the forest, She drops pieces of Citrine towards the center of the Circle to represent the forces of Truth working on the audience.) Priestess: From the East comes the stoic Black Bear of the wood. Lumbering and swaying rhythmically in Order as She moves through the forest on the hidden deer trails.  She enters our Circle as the fierce warrior of truth who stands alone in Her efforts. The Black Bear is not a social creature. Her appearance is frightening. Her fur is as black as the coal heart of the Mountain. Ragged teeth and claws in the likeness of volcanic glass and eyes that are like the icy winds that collapse the Birch trees. Black Bear woman, come and speak the truth to us!


(Participant 4 enters the Circle wearing a black robe or dress. He may be adorned with the trinkets that represent Coyote such as teeth, claw or a tail. Coyote will be dancing very wildly as He does this to represent the movements of the Coyote on the hunt. As He walks towards the center of the Circle He drops pieces of Snowflake Obsidian on the ground to represent the Chaotic unknown and the bright stars on distant horizons.) Priest: The howl to the West haunts our hearts and minds and floods our dreams with the unknown. Coyote enters the circle dancing and beating His drum. He’ll twist when you think He’ll turn and cry mightily to the heavens when His head should bow in respect. He is never motionless and is always ever-changing. The Coyote’s smile gleams with the promise of new stars on our horizon and His ever-present laughter rips us from our stagnant thoughts and thrusts us to new places. Coyote Man, sing us a song that stirs our spirits and shows us the narrow path to You!

Priest:  (The Priest holds a velvet or canvas pouch out to the audience and towards the Participants who act as the Directions. The Directions each take the pouch and place a small private blessing in the pouch in the form of words and sacred herbs as it is passed clockwise around the bonfire. The pouch is then handed back to the High Priest.) We now call with many voices to the sky, the fields, the waters and the mountains for the voices of our animal guides to be heard today. We call to those teachers who would guide us towards becoming better stewards of the land and of ourselves. We call You, sacred animals of Spirit, to be with us in this Circle and to make Your presence known to us! We seek a better understanding of our place in the Tribe and in the World. As we accept the honor of Your lessons, we give an Oath of Promise to you that we will strive to better understand You and to Honor the land that You first tread.


In the pouch is the names of local animals. Horse, Weasel, Black Bear, Deer, Porcupine, Coyote, Raccoon, Owl, Morning Dove, Hummingbird, Monarch Butterfly, Orb Weaver Spider, etc. The pouch is passed around the Circle going counter-clockwise in order to have these energies dispersed to each member of the Circle evenly. Each member of the audience takes ONE piece of paper and studies the name upon the tiny parchment.

For the rest of the year, that Tribe Mate can create a spiritual name for themselves with that animal and find a way to incorporate the attributes of that animal into their place within the Tribe. The primary effort is to meditate upon this animal in times of stress or disruption in order to seek a place of balance. The audience may choose to make an oath to this animal and to the directions that have been called in the Medicine Wheel ceremony.


Priestess: We now close our ritual with this feast that we have prepared for our animals and the land. (Participants 5 and 6 or the High Priest and Priestess produce a large serving platter with the bounty of the land upon it so that animals can feast at the expense of people. It would be preferable to have locally grown vegetables if possible. People in the audience can offer their own foods as long as it isn’t anything too processed. They may also leave offerings of birdhouses, etc.) We do not tell them to leave the circle for They were here long before us. We are now left to bond with the spirits that have presented Themselves to Us. 

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Sun Mandala Ritual

A small ritual to remind us of the warmth and laughter that friendship brings us on the coldest nights. Free to use as long as credit is given. Please leave the writing in its entirety if you plan on using it in combo with another ritual.




Sun Mandala ever burning creature of light

In the stillness of the coldest night

We whisper words and feed the flame

In knowledge that our lives pass each other different yet the same

Herbs, incense , and elements called forth

West to East, South to North

In the sacred Medicine Wheel, we writhe and turn

Together in Sisterhood to share and learn

Circle of love, understanding, and trust

Fan the flame in inside our feathered hearts, never to rust

Quaking and beating like rattle, bell, and drum

A pool of energy begins to hum

We dance and cry into the night

In to the Sun Mandala, burning bright

~ Kim Frank


Personal Solar Eclipse Ritual


I see You, life-giving masculine rays of Sunfire, in all of Your glory. I call to You, Lord of the Sun.
I see You, mysterious and silvery Lady of the night, in all of Your beauty. I call to You, Lady of the Moon.

As You pass by each other on this special day, making Your presences both known during the enchantment of the solar eclipse, I ask You both to bear witness to the transformative energies that I have within myself and cast into the endless cosmic dance for the healing and benefit of all. Please accept my offering of light energy and please renew me so that I may continue to battle in Your honor, in peace, and in contentment.

Be welcomed into my Circle! HAIL THE HOLY SUN! HAIL THE HOLY MOON!

I call upon Lord Ganesha, the elephant astride the mouse who removes and provides obstacles. I humbly ask You to bear witness to my ritual and to allow me passage to the golden palace of the cosmic Gods and Goddesses.

I call upon the Goddess Durga in ALL of Her forms to watch over me this night and day as I work to remove the distortion from my life that keeps me from attaining my goals. HAIL THE GODDESS DURGA and THE MAIN ASPECTS OF HER BEING. HAIL THE GODDESSES LAKSHMI, SARASWATI, PARVATI, AND KALI! As mysterious and complex as any woman, I call upon the whole of the sacred feminine energy!
I call upon the God Vishnu in ALL of His forms from the Great Destroyer Shiva to the kindly Lord Krishna to have a better understanding of the facets of my personality that have guided my inner and outer motivations. HAIL LORD VISHNU and THE MAIN ASPECTS OF HIS BEING. HAIL SHIVA WHO STANDS TOGETHER AND YET APART. HAIL KALKI WHO BRINGS THE END OF WICKEDNESS AND EGO AT THE END OF KALI YUGA! As forthright and strong as any man, I call upon the whole of the sacred masculine energy!

I call upon Lord Brahma, the many-faced and all directional God to help me see my challenges from all sides and so that I may honor You by seeing my ideas and also the ideas of my peers, family, friends, and tribes from many angles that are not limited to my own perceptions. HAIL LORD BRAHMA!

I call upon Lord Hanuman, the supreme and most auspicious monkey Lord who is the master of faith and devotion to see my efforts through till the completion of this ritual. Be honored through my acts of faith and devotion as You have taught me in lore. HAIL LORD HANUMAN!

I call upon Grandmother Apple of Deeply Rooted! Ancient and Wise protector of the Green Wood, Mother to the sacred Apples of Love and Trust, I call upon You in all of Your Majesty as my most revered Teacher and Friend. Because of You, I am Deeply Rooted and protected from every direction of Your branches.  Within the darkness of the earth, I dwelled in quiet contemplation of my past life, fed by the healing rains gathered from Your roots, given fire from Your wild spirit to carry on and the breath of LIFE restored to me through the winds that tug and play at Your hallowed branches. I am reborn through You. I am Your grandchild and  I am born stronger, wiser and more patient in Your image and my own.

The pain and karma of the past are gone however they are not forgotten. I humbly ask that You accept my actions and words as I have demonstrated as a sign of personal growth in Your shadow. My words and actions are aligned to honor You, myself, my Tribe and the Gods. I will work to always understand my own motivations as You have taught me and also the motivations of my Tribemates. I will act as Guardian and Protector of You and the sacred wood in both Your physical and spiritual forms. I am consciously working with my own momentum to bring about the greatest possible change for the greatest possible balance. So mote this be!

I cast out the negative thought forms and constructs of my past and invite Teachers who will be positive in helping me accomplish my goal of becoming a WHOLLY PERSON as well as my spiritual growth and development. I invite Teachers from the winds, the wood, the waters, the flames and the realm of the spirit to please come forward and show Yourselves in my dreams. So mote this be!

I cast out the negative psychological and spiritual constructs of my mind and also the minds of others who have harmed me in the past either knowingly or unknowingly.  You can not harm me now.  I make room for the rightful teachers and energies to freely come into my life as they see fit and as I am ready to accept them. I transmute this pain into healing energy and send it back to the people and spirits responsible for harming me so that they can heal and never harm another soul again. So mote this be!

From my mind to my words to the spirit plane and manifested into reality, these are my intentions and vows. May I be held to my word! So mote it be!

Moana – The Journey of a Priestess and Pagan


Once upon a time, when I was a little girl, some one very dear to me called me a Princess. I was a very expressive little girl who connected with various Disney princesses from my youth. It was the biggest compliment I could have ever received.  That person failed me in so many ways however I loved them because, despite their flaws, I saw a strong person who was approaching the world in an unorthodox manner. Their struggle was how the dealt with their ego and expressed who they truly were despite everything they were ever told. That man was my father and while it’s true he made so many mistakes, I love him. The first lesson he ever taught me was “Even parents, like God, make mistakes.”

It wasn’t until years later when some one else dear to me called me a Princess that I took offense to that and got extremely upset. It was the moment when I truly faced my abyss. From that moment on, I had to prove only to myself whether I was a princess or not and what the definition of that meant to me. So, I went back to a time when it did. Let me take you on a journey of my life through a Disney cartoon named Moana.

Once, I was an innocent warrior. The natural world spoke to me. Long ago, I had a very clear vision of the Gods and Goddesses and spirituality. I saw everything in nature and loved it so much. I was a Pagan from my birth, and more than that, I was a spiritualist. The ocean which surrounded Long Island, the place of my birth was much like Moana’s village of Mata Nui.

Then came the relationship with my father. He was a mathematician, a talented business man, an engineer and a leader. He taught me everything he knew to help me become a leader. He did that very well. He always encouraged me to make my own decisions. There were many things he did wrong. One of them was substituted true love and compassion for food. It was his undoing and eventually lead to him dying of complications of diabetes.

After he passed away, I was so angry and sad. I spent my entire life telling my dad that eating sugar and junk food would kill him and watched the entire process unfold. My father died in my arms. I always felt I could have done more. Even CPR and pounding on his chest, screaming to the God to bring him back to me wasn’t enough. I kept that guilt inside of me my entire life. It festered and grew like a cancer. There was an antidote, however.

I found Paganism. Something to believe in that I could challenge my moral compass against to test myself. Prove myself as a warrior. I pursued Paganism much the way Moana did in the movie. I went to a place called Siesta Key Drum Circle and it challenged my entire belief system. I learned how to dance there as if no one was watching – however, some one was watching and it was a Goddess. Her name was Kali Ma. And thus began the dance against my ego. I stood on the beach, looking into the Florida sunset and asked, “How Far I’ll Go?” Mabon 1999 I dedicated myself to Paganism. I told the Goddess I wanted the strongest connection possible with Her. I started having dreams about trees for some strange reason.

“We Know the Way” A beautiful day in November showed me a new vision of Paganism in the form of a romantic relationship with some one. Much like Grandmother leading Moana into the cave to discover the origins of Her people, I had a guide who pulled me into the forest to discover what I had lost during my adolescence and death of my father.

Image may contain: outdoorA vision of what was, what is and what could be filled me every time I walked through a stream, down a rock road, picking crystals and laughing in the sunlight and slogging through the muddiest places to find the biggest bullfrog and name him the King of the Frog tribe.

The experience not only profoundly changed me on the inside, it was also my altar that changed and thus my connection to the Gods and the spiritual plane.This guide was powerful and the path with her lead me to anotherImage may contain: outdoor and water beautiful place. It’s when I met my spiritual teacher, Wade Mueller of Deeply Rooted, that my mind and connection to deity began to radically and fundamentally change on every level.



“You’re Welcome” was when I first met Wade Mueller. My first words to him were how I was a student of the Goddess Kali. He accepted that challenge and became my teacher because I was listening to the lesson. A teacher who showed me my ego by challenging everything I said. I fought him every step of the way until I realized what he was saying was true. I recognized it, accepted it whoever I had no way of expressing it. I taught myself based on a working model of truth because I had no working model of this from childhood. I continued to study. I had many teachers on this path. I may not have always understood the lessons however the truth is that they were there. It was my ego that showed me a distorted image. I responded to that distorted image.

One day, everything began to crumble. The earth shook and quaked and the teachers I had were suddenly gone. I isolated myself and went to the spiritual plane to look for answers. Like Moana, I went to the realm of Tamatoa with Maui, the lessons of my spiritual teachers and faced a mirror image of myself. It caused me to reevaluate my entire life. At the core level, my connections to this world and the spiritual plane began to reform like roots from a tree. In fact, I even had a Grandmother to guide me.

“I am Moana” When I had recovered the hook (Maui’s hook – a weapon made by the Gods) I had lost from the mirror of my ego, now I had to figure out a way to use it to save my village, Deeply Rooted. I doubted if I was able to do it at first. Then, Grandmother came. She was an old lady, a true soul in the form of a timeless Apple tree. A tree that stood for love – the one thing I had been substituting my entire life with so many other things. She taught me that love, emotions, in general, are tools to use, not weapons to destroy us as long as we made the conscious choice to use them for the right reasons.  I felt like giving up, and then when I turned to Grandmother for advice on how to help everyone else, She said very clearly, “Work on yourself. You are Kim. Be Kim.”

So I expressed Kim the only way I know how and found much more ways I did not know I could express myself. I went back to the limitless childhood of my past and found that the rainbows, glitter, sparkles, unicorns, and nature were all right there. I had the right ideas from birth and conditioning had prevented me from seeing that truth. So I shared with everyone else a way for them to connect with Gods to see something in themselves. The positive, the negative, all of it reflects our connection and view of the Gods and the divinity that exists within ourselves. Once we acknowledge that, we truly become students of the Gods we serve and that serve us. Now I had a way to unite my Tribe.

“Know Who You Are” takes me back to the original battle with ego. Some one called me a princess and it hurt my feelings. They did not do that to hurt me personally. They called me out and saw that I was a princess and I got upset by something that once brought me great joy and pride. That was the real issue, my outlook on princess made me take a statement and turn it into an attack.

I serve a Goddess who is portrayed in the western world as a MONSTER. She is not a monster. She fights monsters and that leaves a mark on a person. If I am true to Kali, should I not be true to another Sister in that same battle? The issue began with me so it ends with me. It does not define me if I chose it not to define it. My heart was stolen and the only monster I was facing was myself. Once I learned that I walked right up to the people I once saw as monsters, in memory or in life, and I confronted them and acknowledged their divine connection.

Suddenly they weren’t monsters anymore, they were teachers who taught me powerfully, transformative lessons. Just like people dismiss cartoons as fantasy, they can choose to acknowledge the lessons wherein and apply them to their own lives. I made the choice and I know I can convince more people. I just need to sit, reflect on these lessons and the answer will be clear. I return to my Tribe with a message and the tools to help anyone who asks for it. I have my answer now. The Gods are everywhere…and I know the way.

Most people usually think that Disney movies have a good message but they sometimes lack the understanding of why those tales have the profound impact that they do. What we allow our children to watch without context to can speak volumes of our character. If we watch something with our children, even if we don’t agree, we can take them aside for a moment and explain to our children the context. Children do not have context so to them, everything is true or false. If something makes some one happy or is a substitute for happiness, then it becomes true or good. If something makes us sad or is a substitute for expressing our sadness, it becomes truth.  Substituting one emotion for another is one of the personality traits of some one with mental illness. As a person who has never allowed herself to be defined as mentally ill, this is my journey through the path of Moana – a girl, a princess I could finally relate with and use as a working model to cure myself of my illness. Now that I am fully aware of my pain and not ignoring it by substituting other things, I am cured because now the only path is forward. I am a Princess and a Priestess and I am proud to be both.

At the time of my writing this, I am currently watching Moana with my own children. Teaching them that the biggest battle you have to fight is with yourself. Blessed Be, Tribe. Share this how you see fit, comment with your battle and be at peace with your decisions. Namaste, ❤

When My Mom Couldn’t Be the Mom I needed, She Brought Me to Kali Ma

All of us have some kind of interpersonal issues regarding people we call “family.” The kind of abuse we will put up with from a family member would probably never be done to us by anyone else. Why is that? Why do we feel the need to please people who either gave birth to us or had some part in our growing up? If you have a healthy relationship with a parent or family member, one that enriches both of your lives, then that’s a very special blessing indeed. This is not an article about that kind of reciprocal relationship. Not all of us have such a precious connection and as I get older and I’m faced with my own five little girls who are watching me constantly, it makes me think.

My mom and I were always at each other’s throats in some way, shape or form. Her and my father should never have been married or chose to have children because neither one of them really wanted to be spouses or parents. It’s a hard pill to swallow to think back to an entire childhood full of sexual, mental and physical abuse but it’s real and true and painting another picture there only serves to destroy the work I’ve done about confronting my past. Now that isn’t to say that a realistic perspective on things is a wholly negative situation. Realism is a balance of positive and negative with the extremes put aside in favor of the pursuit of knowledge. Here’s what I know.

My mom was a person of intense emotional extremes, belief in the divine, an accomplished belly-dancer and a taste for different cultural experiences that sometimes dwarfed my own adventurous spirit. My earliest good memories of my mother involve her enjoyment and passion for middle-eastern style belly-dancing. I would sit, transfixed for hours and watch my mom perform all sorts of exciting moves. Our old console record player was loaded with Arabic, Indian and ancient-folk music that my mom would move to so expertly, it was like watching water dance before my eyes. As I grew older, my own passion for dancing came in the form of Siesta Key Beach, Florida Drum Circles where I emulated many of the moves she taught me.

My mom was also very much a reader. She would often talk to me about all sorts of different spiritual paths that she was reading about and how different history books painted those tales. I first heard about Hinduism and Her Gods – the Pantheon from which I most identify with – from my mother. It’s possible at some point during my early years, I heard about the one Goddess who changed me at the fundamental level – The Goddess Kali Ma.

I’ve written a few things in this blog about Kali but there is one thing I have never stated before until now. Kali is my mother. I have tried DESPERATELY to supplant other women in the role that my birth mother told me she “never wanted” and failed to repeat the same mistakes in misery. After I was done having those expectations of anyone else except myself, I became even closer to Kali and serve and recognize Her as my only Mother.

When my mother had her ischemic stroke about four years ago, she never recovered to be the person I knew as my birth mother. Her personality, understandably, had changed irrevocably and all of my chances to ask questions died that very day. Questions that could have very well saved me from a lot of heartaches had I only listened to the answers and accepted them as truth when I was a teenager. She recently drove off to Texas with her very loving boyfriend. A chapter was closing in my life…or was it? It was then that Kali helped me make a valuable and positive connection.

When my mom could not be the mom I needed, wanted or could even live near – she gave me Kali. It was many years ago, just before my dad turned quite sick and died when my mother came home with a bronze statue of Lord Shiva. She plopped it on my computer desk and with a “clink” on my desk I looked up from writing. I stared at the statue for some time and looked at my mom. She told me, “this is Shiva,” and walked away. It was later on during my studies of Hinduism that I discovered that the Goddess Kali danced upon Her husband’s chest, whereever Shiva laid down, His Shakti would be along the path. It was the dance of death and rebirth as I later learned for myself.

My birth mother danced as rhythmically as the eternal Mother of Time, Kala. She often told me to be independent of other people, to lay my emotions aside and to not put so much blind trust in others. My mom was every bit a Pagan in her words but unfortunately, I believe her experience came from her own failings. Memories she never told me about but in their place, the lore of Pagan cultures. This is the greatest gift you can ever give a child – to prepare them for what the world really is, not what they think it is in front of their eyes. My birth mother made many mistakes and they are long beyond fixing but she did one thing right.  The Goddess whose destructive extremes have been Her victory and failing and whose lessons strip away the impurities of ego and expose the raw, pink flesh beneath where truth exists. It’s as painful as it gets but when Shiva laid down beside my computer screen where I was surrounded in a world of ignorant bliss, it was then Kali would find Shiva and dance would now involve me.When she couldn’t be the mother I needed, she gave me Kali.

Weekly Tarot Guidance for the week of June 12 through 18, 2017

Tarot by Cecelia

It is as if the pot has been stirred with all the recent energy shifts, creating a recipe for massive change where, at some point, the lid will blow right off the pot. This week Neptune joins Pluto and Saturn in the retrograde club and will not go direct until November 22. Pay close attention to your dreams and remember to listen to your inner voice, otherwise known as your intuition. Listen to my Weekly Tarot Guidance below:

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