Welcome,
Friends.
My name is Carolee,
And today I'm going to be guiding you on a journey of connection with the goddess Brigid for the Will of the Year Sabbath celebration of Imbolc.
Brigid,
The goddess of hearth,
Poetry,
And sacred wells,
Is the radiant spirit of Imbolc,
Guiding us from winter stillness into the promise of renewal.
As the fire of inspiration and the keeper of transformation,
Her presence invites us to awaken our inner light and set intentions for the path ahead.
This guided meditation will assist you in calling forth these energies.
To honor her flame and deepen your connection,
Have a candle with you during this meditation.
Its light will serve as a beacon of your own inner fire,
Guiding your journey of renewal and inspiration.
May the light of Imbolc ignite your inner flame,
Cleanse your spirit,
And bless you.
Let's begin by gently focusing on the candle before you.
If you have a physical candle,
Take a moment to light it now.
If not,
Simply visualize one in your mind's eye,
A steady flame flickering softly in the stillness.
Watch as its light dances,
Small yet powerful,
A reflection of the fire within you.
Now,
Settle into a comfortable position,
Feeling the steady support of the earth beneath you,
Anchoring you in this sacred moment.
Take a slow,
Deep breath in,
Letting it fill your chest and belly with warmth.
And as you exhale,
Let the air escape slowly between your teeth,
Creating a soft whistle as if calling out to something ancient and sacred.
Legend tells us that Brigid is the origin of the whistle,
A sacred call she created so that all would know they were not alone,
A call able to be heard in the darkness.
As you breathe in this moment,
Imagine that call echoing through time,
A beacon of warmth and belonging,
Inviting you to step forward into the light of your own becoming.
Now,
Close your eyes and visualize a chair opposite you.
Speak silently within your mind,
Or aloud,
Saying,
Brigid,
Lady of the Flame,
Mother of Inspiration,
I invite you into this sacred space.
Come and sit with me now.
Feel the room shift as the energy changes.
A warm presence begins to grow,
Subtle at first,
But growing stronger.
Visualize the arrival of an awesome queen,
Radiant and commanding,
Yet deeply compassionate.
Her hair is a cascade of vibrant red,
Wild like a living flame.
Her eyes green-flecked with hazel,
Shine with wisdom and kindness,
Reflecting the rolling hills and mystical waters of Ireland.
The very air around you seems to glow with her fiery warmth.
You feel her presence as a tingling sensation in your hands and feet,
A pulse of life moving through your body.
As you bask in her radiant light,
Brigid gazes upon you with deep understanding,
Her presence both fierce and gentle.
This is a moment to open your heart.
From the quiet,
Fertile depths of your being,
Allow one question to arise,
Born of your deepest longings,
Your unspoken desires,
Or the mystery stirring within you.
This question,
Like a seed,
Is ready to be planted in the sacred soil of your transformation.
With each breath,
You feel the surge of courage,
An invitation to ask for what your soul truly seeks.
Before you,
The luminous goddess Brigid sits,
Her fiery hair catching the flicker of candlelight.
A soft melody floats through the air,
Carrying whispers of ancient wisdom.
In the silence of your mind,
Speak your question.
Let it rise from the depths of your belly,
The seat of creation and intuition.
As each word forms,
It is received by the stillness,
Carried outward like a prayer upon the dancing flame.
Now,
Let the silence hold space for her wisdom.
Brigid does not always speak in words.
Instead,
She may answer with sensations,
Images,
Or an inner knowing that emerges like the first buds of spring pushing through frozen ground.
Trust in this quiet exchange.
She is connected to your intentions and you feel her gaze now rest upon you.
Her presence,
Steady and unyielding,
A reminder of your own inner strength.
Brigid's warmth flows through you now,
Filling you with renewed energy and clarity.
Before she departs,
She leans forward,
Her voice resonating through your entire being.
This week,
I will walk with you.
Watch for my signs in the unexpected,
The coincidences,
The whispers of intuition.
When you lose your way,
Give a whistle and I will return with my fire to guide you back to your center.
You feel her rise,
Her light still pulsing in the room,
And as she steps away,
Her essence lingers as if imprinted in the flame of the candle before you.
Deeply,
And as you exhale,
Feel the steady rhythm of your breath bringing you back to the present moment.
The seeds of spring are stirring,
Vibrant,
With quiet expectancy,
Just as the answers to your questions will blossom in time.
When you are ready,
Gently open your eyes,
Carry her warmth with you,
And trust that her guidance will continue to unfold in the days ahead.
Thank you,
Blessed Imbolg.
