Hello and welcome to this earth and sky ritual activation.
My name is Carolee and I'll be your guide on this sacred journey into the energies of the wheel and the stars.
This is not just a meditation,
This is a living activation,
A moment of alignment between your body,
The earth,
And the cosmic energies moving through the Beltane portal.
Through the medicine of earth rhythms and astrological currents,
You are invited to realign your body,
Your heart,
And your soul with the deeper pulses of life.
Allow yourself now to be fully present.
Honor this sacred remembering beneath the noise,
Beneath the conditioning,
Where your true magic lives.
Let us now begin.
Close your eyes now,
Not just to rest them,
But to remember.
We travel together,
Not merely back in time,
But deeper into memory,
Into the marrow,
Into the myth,
Into the sacred center where magic pulses within.
There was a time,
Beloveds,
Before the shame,
Before the forgetting,
When the body was the altar and pleasure was the prayer.
A time when lovers met beneath the Beltane moon,
Not in metaphor but in magic,
Alive and breathing.
See yourself now,
Standing in a field,
Alive with wild flowers and bee song.
The air is sweet with clover and thyme.
The earth hums beneath your feet.
And you see her,
The May Queen,
Approaching,
Not from the shadows but through these fairy fields,
Ankles kissed by the herbs,
Hair crowned in blossoms gathered at first light,
Each petal whispered over by priestesses who sang her into sovereignty.
The grove awaits her,
A circle of ancient oaks,
Their branches dressed with fluttering ribbons,
Their roots drinking in offerings of milk,
Honey,
And wine placed at the four directions.
The stones have been warmed all day by sacred fire.
The land has been dressed for this moment.
Drummers trace the edge of the hill,
Calling the goddess through root and flame.
And now he comes,
The Green Man,
Emerging from the shadows of the forest,
Wild-eyed,
Antlered,
Anointed.
He has prepared not through conquest but through purification.
Bathed in river water,
Oiled in mugwort and cedar,
Blessed by the elder women with words of remembrance,
He carries the frequency they gifted him with their blessing when they said,
You do not take,
You receive.
You do not claim,
You behold.
He waits,
Not in dominance but in devotion,
Chest rising with the breath of the forest,
Heart beating in rhythm with the earth.
And when their eyes meet,
It is not lover meeting lover,
But divine meeting divine.
Spirit meeting form.
Together they enter the sacred grove,
Not for spectacle,
Not in secrecy,
But in ceremony.
And they become the spell,
Their bodies the chalice and the blade,
Their breath the hymn,
Their union a seed spell for the land.
Through their joining,
The ancestors smile and the land remembers.
The fields turn green,
The lambs are born,
The wells run clear.
Because when love is made in reverence,
It echoes through the soil and through the stars alike.
This sacred act,
The great right,
Was never mere metaphor.
It was prayer through body,
Blessing through breath,
Creation through sacred union.
Desire was not exiled then.
It danced barefoot in the fields,
Tripping with dew and holy longing.
And so,
Beloved one,
As you walk now through this belting portal,
As the veils thin and the soil softens beneath your feet,
Feel this invitation not to perform,
But to remember.
To remember what your soul knew before the forgetting.
To remember what your body still carries in its wild pulsing rhythm.
Your body is not a mistake.
Your desire is not a sin.
Your pleasure is not a threat.
It is sacred fire.
Imagine now that you are entering a temple,
Not one built of stone.
A temple of flame and flower.
This is the temple of Beltane.
Its pillars are wild roses,
Its floor,
The fertile soil,
Of the earth.
At the center burns a living flame,
Steady,
Golden,
Alive.
This is the fire of sacred longing.
Not craving,
Not striving,
But the soul's deep hunger to come alive.
Feel it flicker in your belly now.
Feel it rise toward your heart,
Illuminating every hidden part of you.
This is the fire of creation,
And it asks for nothing but your presence.
Now you see again the May Queen rising within you.
She is sovereign and flower-crowned and luminous.
She blooms because she remembers herself.
And the Green Man rises within you too.
Wild and steady and rooted in devotion,
Let them walk toward each other inside your heart.
Not to complete each other,
But to witness each other's wholeness.
This is the Eros Gamos,
The sacred union within you.
Your inner feminine,
Receptive,
Intuitive,
Embodied.
Your inner masculine,
Present,
Steady,
Expressive.
Feel them meet.
Feel them touch.
Lightly,
Reverently,
Tenderly.
Feel yourself become the living altar of their union.
Above you,
The stars are watching.
You are not only earth,
You are also sky.
Feel the Taurus Sun rooting you in sensuality.
Feel the Cancer Moon holding you in emotional truth.
Feel Venus and Aries calling you to move through life with bold,
Sacred desire.
Feel Mars and Leo urging you to act on what you want with heart and with courage.
Hear Saturn and Neptune whisper,
Pleasure must serve soul.
Power must serve love.
Hear Pluto and Chiron call,
Let old patterns burn.
Let new union rise.
These planets are not distant,
They are parts of you calling themselves home.
You are the altar.
You are the axis.
You are the activation.
Now take a breath into your belly and feel the flame.
Take a breath into your chest and feel the flower.
You are both.
Whisper softly in your heart,
I am flame.
I am the sacred union.
I am becoming.
I am remembering.
Let that truth ripple through every cell.
Let it glow in your bones.
This is your belting.
This is your blessing.
And when you are ready,
Slowly return to your body,
To your breath,
To the sacred room you are in.
Wiggle your fingers.
Roll your shoulders.
Blink your eyes open.
Carry the flame,
The flower,
And this sacred remembering with you into the world.
Blessed Beltane,
Blessed Bee.
