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Silent Supper Script

Silent Supper

The Silent Supper is a component of Samhain spiritual practice that sets a place at a ritual or real table for the Ancestors. This can be a beer, a cocktail, a dish of food, a dog treat, a catnip mouse, or anything that reminds one of the Ancestors.

While this can easily be done during Samhain, it is Right Practice to honour the Ancestors more frequently. One can put a dog collar, or a dog biscuit, or really any article of remembrance on an Ancestor altar. It does not have to be large – it just has to be.

For those who wish to include a brief prayer during ritual, I offer one here:

You have never really left us,

You are never far away,

A passing thought,

A recollection,

A moment shared,

And you ate there.

I set this plate for you,

So that we may share this meal;

Food from our table to yours,

Drink to share if you are thirsty,

Words and laughter from where

Our worlds blend together.

May you drink from this cup,

Everyday and then;

May you eat from this plate,

Everyday and then;

May you share our love and laughter,

Always.

Copyright 2025 by Jean Pagano

Night

Night

Night,

Gentle movements,

On a sea of air.

Soft, hypnotic sounds,

That say

“I am the night”.

The voice,

Like a breeze,

Is so familiar.

Night,

I heard it in my youth,

Not anxious,

But soothing,

The gentle sleep

That waits and watches.

I give myself to the night,

And let it take me away.

Night,

The darkness of the room,

Is so familiar,

Like a forgotten friend,

Who returns each night.

We walk together,

In slumber,

And remember,

And that music on the breeze,

Is the story that we tell.

In Memoriam: Rev. Rob Henderson

In Memoriam: Rev. Robert Henderson.

The Rev. Robert Henderson passed away last night, 25 July 2024, after a brief illness. He was 55 years old. I considered Rob as a friend, a fellow priest, and a mentor. He was a good man.

Rob joined ADF in 1996 and was one of the few members with a three-digit membership number. He was a long-time member of Shining Lakes Grove in Ann Arbor. He led Shining Lakes Grove tirelessly for over two decades as Senior Druid. The Shining Lakes liturgy remained consistent for the many years that I attended. It harkened back to a style that pre-dated the Core Order of Ritual and contained many beautiful elements from an earlier time in ADF history. His rituals were a thing of beauty.

Rob was an ADF Priest. He was ordained by Fox, the 3rd ADF Archdruid, on 2 February 2002, on Imbolc. While it was not called ordination at the time, Rob was an Ordained ADF Priest. And a damn good one.

Rob was the chair of the Grove Organizing Committee and ran it beautifully, keeping a close eye on standards, procedures, and deadlines. Rob was also the Chief of Oi Asproi Koukouvayies: White Owls Kin, the Kin of the Hellenic Hearth.

I first met Rob at a Shining Lakes ritual in the very early 2000s. It was held out at Botsford Reserve, a beautiful and magical tract of land that was at once close to Ann Arbor and again nestled in the woods to the point where one could forget where they were.

I was a solitary for almost 20 years (with a brief exception as a member of River of Night Protogrove in the Twin Cities) and Shining Lakes was my first encounter with organized ADF ritual. I had built my ADF ritual practices off old copies of A Druid’s Progress and when I first saw a Shining Lakes rite, I was truly blown away.

When I showed up for my first rite, I introduced myself to Rob and told him my brief history and he took the time to explain the Shining Lakes rite to me in detail. I came to consider the Shining Lakes rite as the “traditional” grove rite. The beauty of the procession through the woods to the nematon, the offerings to the Outsiders, the large groups of people that would gather for the rites, all of these made it feel like family to me.

When it came time to enter the Clergy Training Program, I often looked back on the things that Rob did in ritual and used that to mold my ritual style moving forward. I stayed with Shining Lakes for many years, taking a brief year-or-so hiatus to support another Grove, only to find myself back in Shining Lakes not long thereafter. It was good to be home.

I remember sadly when Mr. Botsford passed away, and our home-from-home at Botsford’s disappeared too quickly and that part of history was gone. Rob took the group to a horse farm near Ypsilanti and then eventually ended up at Fox’s property.

I remember when some of his more serious health problems first surfaced, and the subsequent surgeries and recoveries. I provided transport to several ConVocations and participated in rituals at Midwest Pagan Convention. Every time, Rob was there representing not only Shining Lakes Grove, but ADF as well.

Rob approached so many of his duties with dedication and dependability and perseverance. Just a week ago, his main concern was getting things done for Ann Arbor Pagan Pride. He was that kind of person.

When I saw Rob for the last time yesterday, he was resting peacefully, and I offered him prayers and I anointed him with water from Brighid’s Well at Kildare. One journey was ending, and another was beginning. Yesterday, I called him my friend. He was a good man.

I wrote this prayer for him yesterday, to call Danu, Bel, and Ana, River Goddess, to his side.

A Tribal Call

We call to Danu,

Tribal mother.

You are the land beneath our feet.

You are the earth that surrounds us.

Please welcome our brother,

When he comes to call.

We call to Bel,

Tribal father.

You look down upon the earth,

From your home in the sky.

You are the light that shines upon us all.

Please welcome our brother,

When he comes to call.

We call to Ana,

Goddess of the waters that flow.

Those that flow through this land, and

Those that flow through our lives.

Please welcome our brother,

And carry him onwards,

When he comes to call.

Circle Prayer

I say a prayer

For the circles 

That surround me.

First circle,

Myself;

May the Ancestors

Support me;

May the Spirits of Nature

Surround me;

May the Shining Ones 

Bless me;

This day and more.

Second circle,

My family and friends;

May the Well

Bring us insight;

May the Tree

Bring us continuance;

May the Fire

Transmute magic into our lives;

This day and more.

Third circle,

Is the world;

May the Sea,

Be our border,

Be our legacy,

Be our past;

May the Land

Be our home,

Be our provider,

Be our Mother;

May the Sky,

Be our hopes,

Be our dreams,

Be our future;

This day and more.

Jean (Drum) Pagano

#adruidsprogress


Triple Call Blessing

This blessing is also called the Nine-Fold Blessing because it includes the three realms, the three Hallows, and the three Kindreds.

It can be used for any item, snd i feel that it works best if there is a well, a tree, and a fire (or representation thereof) nearby. As each blessing is called, hold the item over the appropriate symbol, and then rotate the item three times to the right over the well, tree, or fire.

Triple Call Blessing

The Nine-Fold Blessing

We call to the realms to bless this <item>

May the Land bless this <item>

May the Sea bless this <item>

May the Sky bless this <item>

We call to the hallows to bless this <item>:

May the Well bless this <item>

May the Tree bless this <item>

May the Fire bless this <item>

We call to the Kindreds to bless this <item>:

May the Ancestors bless this <item>

May the Nature Spirits bless this <item>

May the Shining Ones bless this <item>

May this Nine-Fold Blessing protect this <item> and the one who use it,

Today,

And always.

Industry

I recently wrote a prayer to help when I or others are in need of being industrious. I share it with you today. I hope you like it.

Industry

Let me move forward,

With industry,

No dream too large,

No task to daunting,

Let my dreams guide my work,

Let my work become my

Industry

 

Let me find my meaning,

In industry,

May that which I admire

Be that to which I aspire,

May the work that I do

Be the work that I cherish 

In industry.

 

Let me achieve my goal,

In industry,

May I find that position,

That suits my disposition,

May the things that I do,

Define my world,

Through and through,

In industry.

 

A Prayer to Sequana

This a prayer to Sequana, Gaulish Goddess of the River Seine.

Sequana

Sequana
Flow, like a river
Through our practice:
Constant, patient,
Sometimes rapid,
Often meandering.
You stand on the shore,
Watching,
You are the river,
Flowing,
You are the water,
Yielding,
And yet you flow.
Your name is a prayer in itself
I say it now:
Sequana
Sequana,
River goddess

Times of Uncertainty

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Times of Uncertainty

We find ourselves today in times of uncertainty as the Covid-19 pandemic reaches out to touch all our lives. We call to the Kindreds to protect us in these times.

There are certain, practical things that we can do to protect ourselves: limit our exposure to others, washing our hands, being aware of the potential for contamination in the world around us. Practical hygiene will go a long way in protecting us in an immediate sense.

As people with relationships to the spirits and Kindreds, this is an excellent time to call to them daily to ask for their help and protection and to thank them for the blessings we already have. I truly believe that they listen and even an offering of “thank you” is an offering, nonetheless.

As a leader and as a priest, if I can be of any assistance, please feel free to reach out to myself or any of the Mother Grove and / or Clergy Council for assistance. If we cannot help you directly, we will find someone who can.

Blessings,

Rev. Jean (Drum) Pagano

Archdruid, ADF

In My Corner (Corner Prayer)

Green Man Altar

In my corner of the room,

I call to my household Gods,

To give them a home,

With offerings of water,

And shelter,

And honour.

Cernunnos Altar

In my corner of this shrine,

I call to the Ancestors,

To give them a home,

With offerings of memory,

And recollection,

And whiskey,

For their thirst.

Garden1

In my corner of this yard,

I call to the Earth Mother,

To give her a place to rest,

With offerings of peace,

Amidst the flowers,

Amidst the plants,

Amidst the life in slow-motion.

Ara Trees One

In my corner of this forest,

I call to the spirits of Nature,

To be part of the flow,

With offerings of observation,

The stream babbles its name,

The leaves rustle their story,

The wind sings to the land.

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In my corner of the sky,

I call to the many Gods,

Shining down upon me with their rays,

With offerings of prayers and palms to the sky,

I lift this gifts up to you,

I capture the bounty down-pouring,

I gather this moment,

In my corner of time.