| Beltane Meditation
From “Magical Meditations�?by Yasmine Galenorn Relax and make yourself comfortable.
Close your eyes and take three deep breaths.
You are standing in a grotto, near a beautiful pool of clear water. Trees surround you on three sides-cedars and oaks, fir and birch. Interspersed among the silent giants are lilacs, thick blossoms hanging full and purple off gnarled trunks. The trees are filled with birds; their incessant chatter keeps you company in the quiet forest.
The day is bright; sunlight glimmers off your hair and reflects from tree to tree. The forest radiates with a golden glow as the rays of light pass through thick undergrowth and turn peridot green.
It is Beltane, and you have come here to bathe. Lift your garments over your head and let them drop to the ground. The air tickles your bare skin, playing over your body like soft, whispery kisses. ~Long pause~ When you are naked, slide gently into the silent water.
The bottom of the pond reflects with gems-peridot and citrine, amethyst and sapphire all gleam from the sand beneath your feet. This is the Crystal Grotto, full of magic and passion.
Move your feet along the bottom of the sand. As you stir up the silt, reach down and scoop up a handful of the gems. They shimmer in the sunlight and then, as you watch, they melt and pour back into the pool where they once again form into shining jewels.
The spring season has been hectic; you have worked hard to realize your goals and sometimes the effort has been so intense that it feels like you have strained yourself. There has been little time for play during this growing season, little time to relax, and the tension aches in your shoulders and back.
It is said that if you bathe in the Crystal Grotto on Beltane, it will ease your body and wipe away worry and tension from your mind.
Take a moment to think about the stresses that have built up in your life.
Bring them to your conscious thoughts.
~Long Pause~ Now immerse yourself fully in the water. It is cool against your skin, and as you open your eyes, the water soothes any itching and soreness they might experience even as it moisturizes the rest of your body.
Feel your worries loosen, they are like old scabs ready to flake away. Rise up out of the pond, letting the water stream off of you as it carries away the dust and strain of the past season. ~Long Pause~ When your body is clean and your thoughts are clear, step out of the pond and let the sunlight dry your skin.
~Long Pause~ Your clothes are waiting on the ground. Put them on and pick up the backpack that is sitting under a nearby huckleberry bush. The woods are vibrant, anticipatory. Beltane is here, and you are feeling pulled toward the copse of cedars.
As you walk along, the sun begins to grow warmer. You're sweating, but your body is clean and the sweat feels good. If you like, you may take off your shirt, or stop and change into cooler clothes that are in your backpack.
~Long Pause~ As you wind along the spacious path that leads through the forest, you begin to get thirsty. There's a canteen in your backpack, filled with clear water. Drink deep. As you are drinking, a low rustle from the foliage startles you. A stag steps out of the undergrowth and stares at you with glowing eyes.
Huge, his rack of antlers stretches over five feet from point to point. The stag throws back his head and emits a low cry. Then the deer jumps and races off into the forest. As he runs, you hear the piercing whistle of pipes from the direction in which he is headed, and the music calls you forward.
You find yourself racing behind the stag, following the call. Running through the foliage, brier and bramble, the tendrils snag your feet and clothing, but you pull free and race on. Your feet have never felt lighter, your heart has never jumped so quickly to any tune before. ~Long pause~ Trees and bushes fly by in a blur. The only thing you can keep sight of is the back of the buck. With a fleeting thought, you realize you are keeping pace with the animal. Just when you wonder whether you'll ever be able to stop, the pipes fall silent and you skid to a halt. As you sink to the ground, panting, look around and see where you are.
You have landed in a patch of grass, dotted with wildflowers. Daisies and bachelor's buttons dapple the verdant grass. In the center of the meadow, you see the stag. He has stopped before a willow tree, whose leaves drape the vines, shrouding the trunk in a cloud of green.
One long leg extends out from behind the tree. At first you think it might be a giant goat, but then an arm reaches out and curls around one of the branches. Then, before you are ready, out leaps a tall figure. His lower torso is long and ends in two furred, hooved legs. Your eyes travel upward, past the massive phallus, along the muscular chest and well-muscled arms to the hands that clutch a set of argent pipes. And then you know. It is Pan, the Goat God. ~Long Pause~ He grins and you notice his bearded chin, and his eyes glitter with mirth and chaos.
They twinkle, blue one moment and then brown the next. His hair, dark as the earth itself, spills over tanned shoulders.
“Well met, mortal,�?he says.
The stag nuzzles at the God, lowering his head so Pan can scratch at the base of the antlers. Pan eyes you speculatively, then says, "It is Beltane, the day of the Rut. You have unwittingly entered Arcadia. You might as well enjoy yourself.'' Then he claps his hands, and out from the shadow of the willow tree step three young women.
"Attend to our guest," Pan says.
The nymphs surround you; they are luminous, with almond-shaped eyes and skin that glows even in the daylight. One begins to remove your clothing while another oils your skin with ylang-ylang and jasmine. Her hands are gentle, with the lightest caress. The oil's scent rises to your nose. Intoxicating, the exotic perfumes ride the night sky from half a world away, and you catch a brief glimpse in your mind of blossoms entwining in the night, creeping through lush, opulent foliage. The perfume swirls around you, seducing and teasing, soaking into your skin.
~Long Pause~ Now the third nymph helps you dress in a filmy, silken robe. It feels like you are wearing nothing at all, and the robe is so sheer that your body is visible through the material.
Pan watches from the tree, still grinning. When you are dressed he says, "Today, I mate with the Lady. You will be privileged...Not every mortal gets to watch the Divine Marriage."
As he speaks, there is a soft whisper from the entrance to the meadow. You look as a tall woman enters the glen. Golden haired, she is clothed only in a golden girdle and carries a basket of golden apples. The leaf shadows play against her bare breasts and when she arches her back, Pan sucks in a deep breath. The scent of musk fills the air as his phallus rises, thickly erect. His desire coils around you.
~Long Pause~ He kneels at the Goddess's feet. "Lady Aphrodite," Pan says, "I am privileged to be your chosen mate this day. This is the season of the Rut, and my desire rises even as I smell your scent, see your beauty, sense your power."
When Aphrodite speaks, her voice shatters the air like crystal wind chimes. She says, "Lord of the Forest, mate with me. Fill me with your sacred seed. Let me worship and revere your phallus, that which fathers the forest."
She falls to her knees and takes Pan's phallus in her hands, then slowly licks it to its full length, her tongue tripping along the throbbing veins.
A low roar starts in the back of Pan's throat, and he pushes Aphrodite back on the grass, then spreads her legs with one knee. His hand slips into the sacred veldt between her knees and she cries out, writhing as he works her into a frenzy of passion.
Pan murmurs, "The body of the Goddess is to the body of the world.
From her, all things begin, and to her all things return." Then, with a cry of triumph, Pan plunges into Aphrodite, and the world shakes with their passion.
~Long Pause~ When they have finished, the two Gods look over at you. Both hold out their arms. "You are indeed privileged, mortal. You have witnessed the Hieros Gamos... "The Sacred Marriage". Now come, to the one or both of us that you most desire, and take your pleasure.�?/FONT>
The nymphs push you forward.
Go now, to either Pan or Aphrodite or both, and spend a while in their arms, progressing as it feels safe and appropriate. ~Extended Long Pause - about three minutes~ When you are finished, Pan and Aphrodite step back to the willow tree. Pan breaks off a branch and fashions it into a simple reed.
"Take this reed and know that when you play on it, the music will summon my attention, and even if I cannot answer, I will know you called."
Take the reed and hold it, knowing it has the power to alert the God.
~Long Pause~ Aphrodite holds out a golden apple. "Eat one bite of this apple. It will reveal to you the knowledge of your own sexuality. It will guide you in accepting those parts of yourself that may be fearsome or embarrassing. For all acts of love and pleasure are my rituals.''
Take the apple and bite into it.
The fruit is sweeter than wine, sweeter than honey. As you chew, listen to your heart and what it tells you about your sexual feelings for yourself and for others.
~Long Pause~ Then Pan turns to the stag. "Lead this mortal out of Arcadia safely,'' the Goat God says. "Go now, knowing that carnality is a part of life. As our intellects and our emotions need to be used and honed, so our bodies need expression. Beauty is found not only in the body, but in the heart and the passion that guides it. Now climb on the back of the stag, and it will lead you safely to your world."
As you climb on the back of the stag, Pan and Aphrodite raise their hands and wave good-bye. ~Long Pause~ The stag races out of the meadow, and once again the trees passing by become a blur. Now, as I count from twenty to one, the stag will bring you back to waking consciousness.
Twenty... nineteen... eighteen... seventeen... the stag rushes through the woodland... sixteen... fifteen... fourteen... thirteen... the stag is beginning to slow... twelve... eleven... ten... you have passed through the woods and are nearing the Crystal Grotto... nine... eight... seven... the stag comes to a halt next to the pond and you slide off its back... six... five... four... you will be fully alert and refreshed... three... two... you will be awake and alert... one... take three deep breaths and when you are ready, you may open your eyes.
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