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Thanks to the Harvesters
(from the Free Folk Tradition)
By Thermal
So once again the wheel has turned to this time. Again We sit at the long table of the Harvest with Death, The Harvesters, to celebrate the work we do.
My friends and my foes, I have opened the eyes of my Spirit wide to be here. I see you, and although my every wit and guile and Magick and Science is turned to battle against you, I honor you and thank you for your help with the
Hunt, and with the Harvest.
Although you sometimes show only one face, and all of my sorrow and loss has been brought by you, and you take from me what I have Loved most, I forgive you, and thank you for what you have given me.
You the Eldest, Time and Space, sitting at the head of the table, Grandmother and Grandfather of all Life, Mother and Father of the Gods, We have named you Death for many millenia, You who swing the Scythe which Reaps All Things and You who are the Cauldron Into Which All Things Must Fall. I see you there within me and about me, and I thank you for the time and place of my living.
For me you raised up Suns, and slew them in mighty explosions, to fuse the dust of shattered atoms which drifted for endless aeons to be gathered here
into this Earth and become my being.
So I thank Death for every atom of my body.
Mother Earth and Father Sun, upon whose Face and in whose Light I dance, I see the Death within You and about You. For You, dying Sun, burning the
substance of Your being, Give the Light which warms the sleeping Earth. And You, sweet Earth, from whose Face I have arisen, and into whose body I will return in decay, Who dance Living in me, have stirred Your fertile soil in the Cauldron of countless dyings.
So I thank Death for my flesh, and the Light of Life which has bidden it to Dance.
Mother and Father of Life, Great Tree who is the Earth's robe and the Growing Change which Shapes it, I see the Death within You and about You. For
You who give Birth to all that Live receive the failed to be reborn, and You who are the Hunter and the Reaper return the weak unto Her, and so have shaped the Face of all that Live.
So I thank Death for my form, and my forming, for my quickness and wit and strength.
Mother of Mothers and Father of Fathers, the Door Into Life and the Key which Unlocks the Door, I see the Death within You and about You. For each new Spirit awakened into the flesh of another Living is a leaf upon the Great Tree, and other leaves must fall to make it its place, and to fuel its growing and doing.
So I thank Death for my Birth, and for the passings which planted the Seed of me.
And my own Mother and Father, who are the truest faces the God and Goddess have shown me, I see the Death whithin you and about you. For you,
Mother, who stood naked and alone, bleeding and crying out in pain before the naked face of Death to be the Door into my Life, and you, Father, who won the long struggle against Death to unlock that Door, are the face of Life which has prevailed against its long Dying.
So I thank Death for the Courage and the Will to stand against it, and although it will have me in the end, for the Love which leads me to Celebrate the battle.
So We sit at the table of the Harvest, and all of the Feast before us has been prepared by Death, and We drink a toast to You in all Your faces and forms.
Beloved friends and deadly foes.
For the Gifts You have given us, We thank you.
For the Sorrow You have given us, We forgive you.
Go as you must, do as you Will,
We will always do you Honor in our hearts.
En Garde!

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