Panpipe’s Pagan Chants

Written by Ivo Dominguez Jr • Narration by James C. Welch 

"Cernunnos Pathworking”
This pathworking has been published in The Book of Cernunnos edited by John Beckett and Jason Mankey. This is a devotional anthology with an amazing collection of offerings, The audio file runs about 11 minutes and headphones are suggested. To get the text of this pathworking buy the book.

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Written by Ivo Dominguez Jr • Narration by James C. Welch • Background music  by Ivo.

A pathworking  for the Summer Solstice that can be used anytime of year when you need empowerment from the ever-flowing source. About 13 1/2 minutes and headphones suggested.

"Full of the Sun Pathworking"

Close your eyes and move inwards. Take a deep breath and become aware of any distractions from the outside world— sounds, sensations, thoughts and feelings that came with you to this moment. Gather these distractions together ••••• and bid them depart until you return from this journey. •••••

Open your eyes briefly and then close them again holding within yourself the image of where you are in the here and now. See a sparkling mist rolling, slowly filling your vision. See it grow thicker, and thicker, and thicker until you are enveloped in swirls of pearly mist, rosy mist, that glistens with sparkling motes. ••••• Although you are still, you feel motion all around you. The fog swirling all around you grows dimmer and dimmer. 

All that is, • is a soft darkness • in every direction and above and below. A velvety richness of black with shadowy suggestions of crimson and purple that you breathe in and breathe out with ease. • You float comfortably, upheld by the billowing of the velvety richness that fills your senses. •• You feel a touch across your face as soft as the gentlest breeze, so soft it could have been just imagination. Then you feel it again. You feel a rhythm. You feel it pass over you like a ripple on a pond. A ripple that repeats again and again and again in the fabric of all that is. ••

The faint ripple now becomes a tide. You sense motion. You are carried along on this tide as easily as foam atop the ocean. ••• Slowly you begin to sense that you are not moving in a straight line. You are moving in a great circle.  • The tempo of this great turning is increasing • and with that increase you see faint glimmers of color, followed by sparks, and rays of light that radiate from the center of that great circle that you are following.

The rich velvet of the dark is now the backdrop for a wheel of brilliance, a wheel of all colors You are now spiraling in towards the wheel, moving faster and faster. • As you move closer and move faster, you see that the center of the wheel is an absolute void without color or form. • You are falling towards the center, towards the void, towards the dark. You are so close that the dark is all you see.  ••• 

You pass into the center and hear a sound so low and deep that it rumbles through you as if you were a reed in the wind.  Nothingness, Nothingness, Nothingness.•••

Then a thunderclap. • And you ARE and you are somewhere. There is a sense of your body, the smell of roses and lavender, and you see stars above you. • The full moon hangs low in the sky, filling the grassy landscape with warm shadows and cool blue highlights. You look down at your feet and see that you are standing on a stone disc, perhaps nine feet across. You lift your gaze and see a stone path, that forms a circle with the disc that you stand upon as its center. You recognize the meaning of the circle and the dot. Together they are the glyph, the symbol of the Sun. The dimensionless point and bounded infinity of the circle. •

It is MidSummer Eve, the night before the Summer Solstice.  This knowledge is yours without question or explanation. You feel the turning of the Earth beneath you, and marvel that you can feel it. You feel honor bound to stay on the central disc. • You keep vigil as the land makes its pilgrimage from night to day.

As you observe, as you mark, the anticipation, the building energy, of the awakening land, you hear a wordless song that comes from directly beneath your feet. You strain to hear the song better and you begin to understand the meaning of the song though the words are no human language.  You see the blazing core of the Earth surrounded by the dark layers of stone that are the body of the World. ••• The Inner Sun of the Earth awaits the dawning of the Longest Day.

The song continues, but your sight is no longer shaped by the song.  You look up and see that the Moon is about to set and that the first rays of Dawn have appeared. Suddenly the Moonlight and the first rays of Dawn become so bright that they shine through you. At the Root of your being, at the base of your spine, you see the light collect and reflect upwards, filling you with light. The light is silvery with hints of gold. ••

The Sun is now rising, rising, rising, in the North East. And you notice that time is moving faster than normal. The colors of the land ripple with change as the Sun rises higher and faster. The light reflecting upwards from your root is growing and the Inner Sun deep within the Earth is shining up into you from the disc of stone at your feet. •

The Sky is incredibly blue, a color richer than any sky that you have seen before. The Sun is climbing and as it climbs you feel a spark of light ignite  within you in the space between your navel and the joining of your ribs. The spark becomes a small golden sun that fills your center.•••

The Sun is almost at its highest point in the sky. • You hear tones, clear, bright, sparkling tones and they seem to be coming from the many rays of light as they cross and touch each other. Just above your head a sphere of brilliance is forming, swirling with all colors like rainbow fire, each flame and spark ever changing in color and shape. The crystalline tones grow higher and louder.•

The Sun is at its zenith.• It is High Noon on the Summer Solstice. • It is the Full of the Sun. ••

The high bright tones from the strumming of the strings of light are joined by the deep rumble of the song of the Earth’s Sun below.  The ground shakes and you struggle to remain standing on the center of the disc. A bolt of power races from the center of the Earth.• It passes through you with waves of warmth until it touches the Sphere of brilliance above your head. Your mouth opens in song and a pillar of light rises through you, from you towards the Sun above. ••

The shaft of light touches the Sun and you are floating in brilliance.•

You feel a whirling, a stirring in the currents of the Sun’s light and you are carried along like a feather in a gale. •

You are carried in a great torrent of light that jumps from the Sun into a dark space, darker and vaster than you can bear to behold.  You know that you are moving in a great parabola, a great arc.••

The torrent of light is climbing and slowing, climbing and slowing, climbing and slowing. You see the goal of the flight. A glorious Sun that shows all others to be pale reflections of this • the Central Sun. Rays of brilliance reach towards you. You reach the topmost point of your flight and you touch the glowing corona. You are filled with a sense of peace, • completion,•  hope, and a hint of the sadness of the separation that will come. ••

You over flow with the everflow of the light. The light pours down from you, following the path of your journey. Curving and spiraling downwards.

• A part of you returns downward with every wave of light. ••••

• A part of you returns downward with every wave of light. ••••

• A part of you returns downward with every wave of light. ••••

• A part of you returns downward with every wave of light. ••••

You can see the Earth spinning beneath you now. As you continue downwards with the flow. •

The Earth is growing larger, spinning with all the colors of the living world.

You are above the stone glyph of the Sun and the central disc is now the same darkness of the Turning Wheel that started this journey.

You fall through the center of the Wheel. •

All is a soft gray. • You feel the swirling and the turning all around you. ••

Little by little,  the fog lifts and you flutter your eyes open and find yourself back in the here and now. Back in the place where we began. Back in the place you held in your memory so that you could return. •••

Take a deep breath. Move your toes and fingers. Be here and in the now. Be here and in the now. And you are here!

Written by Ivo Dominguez Jr • Narration by James C. Welch
Chants:  “Sweet Magick" from A Dream Whose Time Is Coming and “Fire Soul’s Desire” from Awakening The Dream are performed by the Assembly of the Sacred Wheel and written by Ivo.

Pathworking:

Become The Magick

Close your eyes and move inwards. Take a deep breath and become aware of any distractions from the outside world— sounds, sensations, thoughts and feelings that came with you to this moment. Gather these distractions together ••••• and bid them depart until you return from this journey. •••••

Open your eyes briefly and then close them again holding within yourself the image of where you are in the here and now. See a sparkling mist rolling, slowly filling your vision. See it grow thicker, and thicker, and thicker until you are enveloped in swirls of pearly mist, rosy mist, that glistens with sparkling motes. ••••• Although you are still, you feel motion all around you. Although you are still, you feel the fog swirling all around you. ••The fog clears.

You are walking on a familiar sidewalk near your home and it seems to be in the morning. The air is still and there are only a few people out. • With each step you take there is a shift in the sunlight. • With each step you take it seems like another landscape, blurry and faint, overlaps with the everyday world. • Every three steps that you take moves you forward an hour. The sun is high in the sky and the familiar sidewalk is faint and blurry. • The sun has raced across the sky and it is low on the horizon •• You can see green grass and dandelions through the pavement. • You take more steps and the buildings around you are becoming translucent and you see a forest. • You knew that the magick of Beltane felt strong this year but this was more than you expected. •• You hear a song on the breeze tugging at your heart and a tingle in the air.

** Sweet Magick Chant •• Count to 20

You are in a field surrounded by a forest. The air is sweet with flowers and rich with the scent of the forest. Before you are four brothers, the source of the song, and they are beckoning you. • Beyond them you see a glorious sunset and a bonfire. • It looks like the Sun is setting in the bonfire. •• Other people are walking toward the bonfire. • You feel a pull to join them and walk toward the fire. • The four brothers nod as you go past them, their song resounding in your mind and body as your magick awakens more. ••••

You take your place at the outer edge of the crowd standing around the fire. • The sun has set. •• Three people step inward and stand closest to the bonfire. The first one is dressed in green. The second one in red. And the third in white decorated with silver. •You can feel the warmth of the fire as the evening chills the air.

The one clad in green goes to the fire. They are holding a branch covered in flowers in one hand. They say,

“By Leaf, and Flower, and Fruit

I Call the Green Flame Forth” ••

And they put the branch into the fire. •• You feel the power of the green world, the realm of plant life, buzzing and thrumming around you. A green flame rises and rises to spiral around the bonfire. •••

The one wearing in red goes to the fire. They are holding a long bone in one hand. They say,

“By Breath, and Blood, and Bone

I Call the Red Flame Forth” ••

They place the bone into the fire. •• You feel the power of the red world, the realm of animal life, its heartbeat and its dance around you. A ruby red flame rises like a column in the center of the bonfire.

The one in silver, garbed in moonlight, goes to the fire. They have a crystal pitcher filled with clear liquid with glints of light. They say.

“By Above, and Below, and Life Eternal

I Call the Silver Flame Forth” ••

They throw the liquid onto the bonfire. You feel the power of the spirit world, the realm of ethereal life, its silver bells and the tingle of cool electricity. Silver stars dance throughout the fire, sparks of brilliance rising into the sky. ••

The bonfire grows taller and taller. •• Above the fire floats a regal crown forged of flames of every color with jewels like stars.  •• Streaks of light spin around the crown like ribbons round a maypole dance••• The three who gave offerings to the fire speak as one,

“You are the monarch of your life. Draw upon the fire that connects the worlds and the realms of life and find your joy and purpose.” ••

Everyone looks deeply into the fire. ••

** Fire Soul’s Desire Chant (Count to 24)

The whole group says,

“The power of Beltane surrounds me, is in me, and moves through me!”

And you say it as well.

••

“The power of Beltane surrounds me, is in me, and moves through me!”

••

“The power of Beltane surrounds me, is in me, and moves through me!”

You feel vibrant and filled with the power of life and the passion to live. •••

•••••

The drumming begins, People dance and court the rhythm and the flames, others talk with friends, and some look upon all the beauty and take it in. 

(Count to 35)

A fog begins to swirl around you.•• The bonfire field fades from sight. •• The fog carries the sound of the drums away. •••• Although you are still, you feel motion all around you. You feel the swirling and the turning all around you. ••

Little by little,  the fog lifts and you flutter your eyes open and find yourself back in the here and now. Back in the place where we began. Back in the place you held in your memory so that you could return. •••

Take a deep breath. Move your toes and fingers. Be here and in the now. Be here and in the now. And you are here!

Written by Ivo Dominguez Jr • Narration by James C. Welch
Chant: “Holy Earth Mother" from A Dream Whose Time Is Coming by Ivo. Performed by the Assembly of the Sacred Wheel.

Pathworking:

In The Belly Of The Dreaming

Close your eyes and move inwards. Take a deep breath and become aware of any distractions from the outside world— sounds, sensations, thoughts and feelings that came with you to this moment. Gather these distractions together ••••• and bid them depart until you return from this journey. •••••

Open your eyes briefly and then close them again holding within yourself the image of where you are in the here and now. See a sparkling mist rolling, slowly filling your vision. See it grow thicker, and thicker, and thicker until you are enveloped in swirls of pearly mist, rosy mist, that glistens with sparkling motes. ••••• Although you are still, you feel motion all around you. Although you are still, you feel the fog swirling all around you. You are drifting.

Have you drifted into the dreaming places between the worlds. Are you in Winter’s dream? • Yes • This is the dreaming. • It is dark, so dark that you can’t even see your hands when you hold them up. You tap around your foot and feel that you are on a hard smooth path. The air is cold and you starting walking to warm up and find your way out of the darkness. ••• It is not quite as dark now. You think you see a star peeking through dark clouds and perhaps the silhouette of hills against the sky in the distance. •• You can see that you are on a  hardened dirt path. More stars can be seen now and the clouds are being backlit softly by a hidden moon. The noctilucent, night shining, clouds are a deep blue with purple shadows. With this bit of light you can catch glints off the frost that covers the landscape. • You hear what might be the wind or what might be a roar in the distance. • You continue walking. •

The clouds are pulsing with a red-orange light. The light is so bright that as each pulse fades it seems that total dark has returned as your night vision is overwhelmed. Blackness then red and orange. • Blackness and then red and yellow. • Blackness then red and orange. It is as if giant bellows were blowing on the coals and embers of night. •

You can see now that flashes of red, orange, and yellow light reflected in the clouds are coming from somewhere directly in front of you on the path. The fiery light is reflected on the path and races toward you like a blazing arrow. ••

You are engulfed in the light and a ripple runs through the world.••• 

You see a forge blazing before you. You see an anvil as tall as you are. •• Working at the forge you see a Goddess. She works the fire, she draws the metal, and the hammer sings upon the anvil as her strong arm guides the power of shaping, of making. •• Sparks leap from her hair as it floats around her head like a nimbus. •• You watch in awe as she makes  one thing after another with ease and grace. •• Sometimes it seems that she moves swiftly • and then so slowly that time seems as slow as the flow of honey. •• At times it seems she has more arms and hands, each creating. • Then all you see is one perfect moment of hammer, incandescent metal, and dark anvil. ••

She pauses in her work. She has sensed you. • She turns and transfixes you with her gaze. ••• She says,

“I have making many things tonight in the Dreaming World. • Of all the things, I think you need to see the nails I am making.” •• She holds out her hand with flattened palm, and displays nails of different sizes and shapes, many still glowing red from the forge. •• Not a single one of them is perfectly smooth or symmetrical. ••• With a crooked grin she says,

“They will do to build a house and hold together a home. They can all be different, unique, imperfect, and still do their part as best they can. • And so can you.” ••

She drops the nails in a trough filled with liquid. ••• She pulls a nail out of the trough. She reaches toward you to drop it in your hand. As it falls from her hand to yours it shrinks to fit in your hand. You feel the weight of the nail.

She says,

“Go now, look for yourself to see what comes next.”

She hits her hammer on the anvil and, • and, • and ••

You are standing in front of a rustic stone fireplace in a what seems to be a farm house. The soft light of dawn is coming in through multi paned windows. You wonder if you are dreaming or have woken somewhere else? You are no longer holding the nail in your hand. • The fire is beginning to dwindle down. You grab a poker and stir the fire. In doing so you find a nail in the ashes and coals and drag it out onto the hearth. You add a log to the fire and gaze into the flames. •••  The nail has cooled and you pick it up. It feels the same as the one given to you at the forge of the Goddess. •• You hear a quiet voice say, “You will always have what I gave you, one way or another.” •

You hear the sound of tapping on glass and see birds at the window by the door. They take flight and you walk to the door. You grab a blanket draped on a chair and wrap it around yourself.  You open the door and stand with one foot inside and one foot outside. You stand in the border between. You look upon the dawning of the day between the chill of Winter and the warmth of Spring. •

The first light of dawn is dancing and casting tree shadows across a meadow. Pink and gold in the midst of grays and evergreen foliage. • Mists shaped like a procession of  spirit animals is treading a path through near the edge of a forest. • Orbs of light blink and vanish like eyes opening and closing, drowsy but awakening. • You feel a vibration growing in the door frame. The ground seems to ripple. • You see the bright colors of snow crocus pushing up through the ground. ••  The buds have not swollen on the trees, but you feel the spark of life stirring in the roots. • You feel the vibration in your core and feel the quickening, the enlivening, of Imbolc. • The time to awaken is coming.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Count to 24 (Holy Earth Mother Chant)

A fog swirls around you. All is a soft dove gray. • You feel the swirling and the turning all around you. ••

Little by little,  the fog lifts and you flutter your eyes open and find yourself back in the here and now. Back in the place where we began. Back in the place you held in your memory so that you could return. •••

Take a deep breath. Move your toes and fingers. Be here and in the now. Be here and in the now. And you are here!

Written by Ivo Dominguez Jr • Narration by James C. Welch
Chant: “Samhain’s Revels”  by Ivo and from A Dream Whose Time Is Coming performed by the Assembly of the Sacred Wheel.

Pathworking:

Pour A Libation For The Dead.

Close your eyes and move inwards. Take a deep breath and become aware of any distractions from the outside world— sounds, sensations, thoughts and feelings that came with you to this moment. Gather these distractions together ••••• and bid them depart until you return from this journey. •••••

Open your eyes briefly and then close them again holding within yourself the image of where you are in the here and now. See a sparkling mist rolling, slowly filling your vision. See it grow thicker, and thicker, and thicker until you are enveloped in swirls of pearly mist, rosy mist, that glistens with sparkling motes. ••••• Although you are still, you feel motion all around you. Although you are still, you feel the fog swirling all around you. 

The fog is dispersed by a cool dry breeze that sends a shiver across your skin. • You are in a well kept formal garden, perhaps you are on the grounds of a manor or a botanical garden. It is just past sunset and the sky is darkening. The summer blooms are long gone, but here and there you see some chrysanthemums, asters, and  the last of the fall flowers. The trees are losing their red and golden leaves to the call of the wind. •

You look around to orient yourself and see a building with large Doric columns behind you. To your left and right you see a formal garden and statuary. • All of it is very lovely but does not call to you. • What does call your attention is a large wrought iron arch with a gate. Two old willow trees flank either side of the gate. The willows’ drooping branches sway slowly in the wind. • You start walking toward the gate and you see lights flickering in the distance. • • There are also orbs of light floating through the bushes and trees, softly brightening then dimming. •

As you reach the archway and the gate you realize just how massive they are. It seems as if it grew larger as you approached. • You step through the gate and with that step the sky grows dark. •

You are at the beginning of a vast labyrinth lit by countless candles. •• The air is filled with voices and whispers. •• You begin to walk the labyrinth, the lights twinkling  at the edges of your sight. • As you walk, the path gently curves, then straightens, then curves again. •

You see motion at the edge of your sight and look up. • You see there are others walking the labyrinth as well.  Some look much as you do. Others are oddly dressed. • It suddenly strikes you that some are ghosts and shades of memory. They glow. • They pass through each other. • They shift from human shape to orbs of light and back. •As you walk, the path gently curves, then straightens, then curves again. •

In the distance you see gigantic shadowy figures, taller than the trees surrounding the labyrinth.  As you move deeper into the labyrinth they become visible and you can begin to discern their features. As you walk, the path gently curves, then straightens, then curves again. •

Clothed in shadows and vestments of night you see that the towering figures are various Goddesses, Gods, and Great Ones of Death and those that guide travelers in the •  in-between places. •• • They are all gazing calmly at you. • You take quick glances to see which of Them have gathered this night. ••

You keep walking the path. The labyrinth’s path somehow has become wider as you walk and the distances stretch so it becomes huge. •• You smell the scents of life and death. • As you walk, the path gently curves, then straightens, then curves again. •

As you near the center you see hooded ritualists and hear their chant. •••• The path has gotten so wide that three people could walk side by side. • You can see the center of the labyrinth now. You can see the living and the dead swaying and dancing around something. •

You reach the center and see a stone garden urn overflowing with red liquid and red light. •  The living are pouring libations into a garden urn from bowls and pitchers. The dead glow brighter as they come and dip their fingers into the urn. • The red light dancing in the liquid, dances in them as well. ••

One of the ritualists asks you,  “Do wish to come forward to pour a libation to those on the other side?” 

•• You pause and think about family, friends, and others that mean something to you that have walked on to the other side. ••

You decide that you will make an offering, and are given a bowl that feels heavy in your hands. You step up to the garden urn and pour the libation. As the liquid falls, time slows, and you see the liquid as a ribbon undulating slowly as it drops. • The ribbon of liquid expands and parts the veil between the worlds. •••

You see and hear guidance from beyond. •••••

Those that came to see you depart. •• You feel a hand upon your shoulder but no-one is there. A soft voice whispers, “Look once more, then withdraw. You may not linger here.” •

You see some spirits heading deeper into the land of death, the land of eternal Summer. •• You see others traveling to the heart of Winter, the eternal night. You see those spirits that would be born again pass through the Sun Spark gate. • And then, they pass through the Moon gate that leads to the wombs of Earth. ••

With a blink of the eye the way is closed. You see only a garden urn reflecting the Moon above. •

You turn and start walking outward and as you do the labyrinth shrinks, the path narrows, and a thick fog rolls in obscuring everything. •

All is a soft dove gray. • You feel the swirling and the turning all around you. ••

Little by little,  the fog lifts and you flutter your eyes open and find yourself back in the here and now. Back in the place where we began. Back in the place you held in your memory so that you could return. •••

Take a deep breath. Move your toes and fingers. Be here and in the now. Be here and in the now. And you are here.