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FOI Online Liturgy
Booklet: Brigid of the Rainbow Planets
by Olivia Robertson

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Introduction to Rituals 1 & 2:
THE MATTER OF ARTHUR
REFLECTIONS ON HEROES

Why, oh why, do we choose heroes who have such a Puritanical attitude to women? The righteous God, King Rama of India, knew his wife Sita was innocent of the charge of adultery with the Demon Ravanna, who had abducted her.  Yet because of his judicial duties as King, he had her put in a fire before all the people.  Miraculously she survived, thus proving her innocence.  But later – after she had retired rather understandably to a jungle – he desired to reinstate their two sons as heirs.  But to satisfy protocol Sita had to be burnt all over again.  To try and burn your wife once and fail looks like carelessness.  To fail a second time savours of incompetence.  Sita survived. In a rage she stamped her feet on the ground and returned to her Mother the Earth Goddess Prithivi.

Then there is our European hero Arthur who, for some inexplicable reason, is hoped will make a dramatic return, after being dead for 1,500 years.  Why?  He lost his last battle – and also failed to burn his wife, Gwynivere.  It was possibly a little unfair that he should condemn her for adultery with Launcelot – when his own son Mordred suddenly turned up as his illegitimate son.  However, there was a happy ending.  Sir Launcelot galloped bravely into the arena, amidst the interested spectators - and rescued Gwynivere from the flames.  She ended up in a convent, and all the knights, pro or anti-Launcelot, got killed – all except the virtuous King Arthur who was deemed to lie in stasis in the Isle of Avalon guarded by three Queens.  Why do we want him back?

I did have one psychic experience about the Return of the King.  A Wiccan clairvoyant described Arthur as in a deep coma and refused to “wake up” because of the infidelity of his wife.  I was angry and said “tell your King he is suffering from self pity.”  And the clairvoyant retorted grandly:  “I shall convey no such message to The King!”  There we were.  Victim Stasis.

That night I had a vision.  Arthur appeared.  He was very tall and looked like Henry of Navarre, whom I had once seen.  He was the epitome of good nature.  His hair was golden and he had black eyebrows and laughing blue eyes set deeply – indeed, he had the aquiline features one often sees in the Scottish Highlands. He was laughing heartily, showing strong white teeth – again, laughing like Henri IV of France.  Arthur was awake!

Then my vision switched to an outside scene from my window.  Arthur was walking down the long tree-lined Avenue and out into the world!  He was holding the hand of my small niece Lucy… Now I think I see the symbolism.  The Piscean Fisher King of the Waste Land is being alchemically reborn.  He will stop burning, beating, beheading or stoning wives!  He is being brought into the new Age of Aquarius by the spiritual truthfulness of a young girl.

Introduction to Rituals 3 & 4:
LIVE AID AND MIRACLES

On Live Aid day I sat feeling utterly helpless before the terrible facts and sorrowful faces of African children – thousands of whom die from hunger every day.  I admired our Dublin activists, Bob Geldof and Bono.  In spirit I was with the thousands who filled the streets of Berlin, London, Tokyo, Brisbane, singing Aid Songs.  I felt useless, lost in dreams of paradise, while others suffered on earth.

I received guidance in the form of questions.  How many African members have you in FOI?  Thousands.  What are they seeking?  New hope of spiritual awakening.  What does the Fellowship do for them?  We offer free membership and books when these can be afforded.  We offer a religion of Africa, based on the Goddess Isis whom they love as Divine Mother.  We acknowledge all the good in their own religions.  They are confused – even repelled by our cold technological life style.  We offer love, and joy and hope.

Question:  What can you do today?  It is July 2nd and nearly lunchtime.  You are just sitting.  How do you communicate with the world?

Why!  Arachne’s Spider Web!  Brigid’s Bridges.  I shall do it now!  Ignore lunch  * * * At once I rang up Archdruidess Minette, our neighbour, as I am not on the Web.  I told her what was in my heart – my own desire to identify with Live Aid and my hope that other members might join me.  She used E-mail – which I have not got – to contact Connia, manager of our FOI Homepage.  I asked that Connia should choose the picture from those she had.  I hoped she would choose one of a woman with wings and arms outstretched towards children and animals.  Later I had a vision of just such a woman, arms held out with love – and with very long black hair – wearing a luminous white gown.  I gather this was Mary Magdalene, Priestess of Isis.  Connia herself chose this drawing.  My message got on the air on July 2nd.

What I learn is that my set ways have to change if I am to reach ninety – still lively – in two years!  I adore classical music and abhor “pop”.  Yet no famous opera singer nor conductor of a symphony orchestra led this “Help Africa” campaign.  It was two Pop musicians whose music I had never heard!  I had shown Mick Jagger round our Temple without ever having heard his music, deciding I would not like it.  I had a harpist of the Chieftains and Van Morrison round the Temple.  I vaguely liked the harping – but to this day have not heard anything by Van Morrison.  Millions love the music of our Dublin “U2”.  Not me.  I haven’t heard it.

It is the rising generation who may save millions of lives – not only in Africa but throughout the world.  Are they forerunners of the mysterious Indigo Children, said to have “supernatural” abilities?  Ah – it is an FOI Priestess in New York State who provided a Nigerian father with ten books on these Indigo children – as he himself had such a son.  He found nine books rather mystical, but really found help in the tenth:  “How to feed your Indigo Child.”  It seems to me the children who need feeding are not only Indigo:  they are black and brown; yellow and white.  Let us do so with the life force of Mercury and the leadership of Jupiter.

Introduction to Rituals 5 & 6:
THE LIGHTNING FLASH OF ISIS

Sometimes my two months in the United States is spent peacefully, with no particular spiritual happening.  What I usually experience, in company with so many, is a flow of electric like power, especially when this is generated by an Isian procession.  Movement helps the power flow.  When I give Ordination and Initiation, this flow of silvery or golden power is enjoyed by the candidate.  I use the word “enjoy”, because receiving an electric shock is both painful and dangerous.  The life-flow of the Melusina (Kundalini) energy is both inspiring and ecstatic.

This year matters were very different:  both challenging and rewarding:  unexpected and exultant.

It began this autumn when I experienced a visitation at night from the Dark Goddess in black robes.  I offered to go on my knees, but she forbade this with the unmistakable words:  “I am not an executioner.”  I wondered why I had offered to go on my knees, not my usual behaviour.  The words were meaningless to me.   Next day the Hurricane Katrina hit followed by the breaking of the sea-walls.  I interpreted the words as follows.  I had offered to go on my knees to The Dark Moon Goddess, for Her to refrain from flooding New Orleans!  She was the Sea Goddess, Yemaya, Isis, the Morrigan.  Her reply meant that She was not responsible for this disaster:  it was due to human greed and folly.  Why build one’s home on a swamp?  Why live on dunes along the Gulf of Mexico?  Above all, why deny human culpability in causing global warming, leading to floods?

I shall not use the names of members who experienced the Goddess presence during my stay.  I myself had seen a lightning flash of white light and saw a “sun” in my room at midnight at the Summer Solstice in 2000.  Later these energies entered my body – the white light within my head, and the golden sun in my solar plexus.  Now these phenomena were to occur during my American visit.  An account of a full apparition of the Goddess, seen by a Priestess in Isis Oasis, is given in the new edition of Isis Seshat magazine. 

During my stay with the Rt. Rev. Deena at our Chicago Lyceum at Circle Sanctuary, guests of the Wiccan spiritual leader, Selena, an FOI Priestess, I gave a guided “vision quest.”  An FOI member said that during the subsequent night she had been awakened by a blinding flash of white light – she had held up her arm across her face.  Then when she looked she saw that this Light formed the beautiful halo round the white figure of the Goddess.  The Goddess embraced her, saying:  “At last you have returned to me!  Be Prepared.”  Our member gathered that the words referred to what the Native Americans call:  “The Great Awakening”.

I thought this was sufficient inspiration for my journey.  But there came a similar apparition in New York State.

During my stay at the Rev. Mary’s Lyceum in Berne, I presided over a Wiccan style ceremony to welcome New York Wiccan visitors. 

I invented a rite involving people circling a magical cauldron three times, making a wish for all to hear.  I noted how serious the wishes were.  Afterwards one of the members of Mary’s Priesthood made this report.  She said she was nearly blinded by dazzling white light.  The Goddess appeared before her and said clearly: “You are sacred.”  This had particular relevance for this Priestess.

The third occurrence of this White Light was when I gave the accolade with a sword at Mary’s Priory of Tara, initiating a Grand Dame Commander of the Order of Tara.  The Candidate next morning declared she had not slept all night.  During the ceremony, when the sword touched her shoulders, a flash of brilliant White Light touched the top of her head and descended like a sword right down through her body.

The fourth manifestation of the White Light came while I was staying in Los Angeles.  A Priestess there told me that during the night a blinding flash of White Light so dazzled her that she put her arm across her face.  She thought that perhaps she had sent the Apparition away with her protective arm.

In accounts of apparitions of the Virgin Mary, this Light and its alarming brilliance has often been recorded. 

What did all this mean?  My final visit was to spend two nights with a Priestess in New Orleans.  “You will know my house by the blue roof.”  Blue roofs are dotted all along the Gulf Coast of Mexico to act as cover for damaged or destroyed roofs.  I travelled round New Orleans, through square miles of desolation that has been compared to bombed Dresden and Berlin.  I saw the Voodoo looking orange hieroglyphs on doorways, with date and the number of dead within the house, to be collected by ambulances.  I was told that two months ago there had been some sharks and alligators swimming down streets.

I attended, as I usually do, the Day of the Dead, on the evening of the 1st November, by the famous Sally Anne, scholar and Voodoo enthusiast.  We gathered to honour the God of the Dead.  People around me prayed for people they had lost, and were turning to the Loas for spiritual comfort.  The Loas are like spiritualist Guides and Guardian Angels, and help those who suffer in this world and the next.  One woman next to me, bewailed her family. 

It was during my third Initiation of a Dame of Tara in New Orleans, that the Goddess came again.  Our rite was conducted on Native American Indian lines.  The Candidate and I wore red warrior headbands, and her lover, also Native American Indian, assisted in the ceremony, while our Hostess drummed.  The pair asked would I be Elder for their traditional wedding?  So the Rite was performed.

Then I thought, this is for earthly marriage.  Why not the Solar Alchemical Wedding Rite of Isis?  This consisted of the pair creating a solar sun between their hands, as Isis gave birth to Horus the Sun God.  They then bestowed their Blessings on the Sun, spreading its rays to all.  This had been performed at our FOI presentation at the Chicago Parliament of the World’s Religions in 1993.

or me the culmination of my USA experiences, was the successful formation of the Solar Orb by the Bride and Bridegroom, which was actually seen by two Priestesses.  The Silver Star represents Truth, the Sophia, and the Golden Sun, Love, Hathor.  The body of Isis contains both Star and Sun, as do we all, however flickering the spark of divinity within each and all of us!  All that is shall be reborn.

Introduction to Rituals 7 & 8:
THE FAERY CLAN OF MELUSINE

We struggling humans need friendship from those who belong to the mysterious spheres where we come from and where we travel to after death.  Although I was brought up as a child with stories of the faery realm of “The Sidhe” – faeries of the elements – there has recently become a widening gap between ourselves and “The Gentry”.  There is cultural, social, and – strangely – psychic snobbery…  I notice that seekers insist on the grandest possible Teachers and Guides:  Christ, Kwan Yin, the Archangel Michael and Merlin.  Isis has been added by some to the list, though Venus is suspect.  Hathor is substituted, as sounding more morally acceptable.

The spheres in which we find ourselves are also graded in a caste system:  i.e. High and white and right are good.  Low and black and left are bad.  Therefore the cheery plane called Astral is deemed lesser, suburban, for spirits who, though not “black”- doomed to “the lower astral” - (a euphemism for hell) – yet are not “Spiritual” enough for a white sphere where we gladly become “a dewdrop slipping into the shining sea.”  Note that the sea is shining.  There we become merged with the very top hierarchy, having surrendered that individuality which we have gained through ages of biological evolution.  We might as well be a sublime amoeba.

I myself have increasingly become aware of the necessity of spiritual equality when we commune with Deity.  The Goddess or God seeking communion with us, needs to adjust themselves to our minds and hearts.  So indeed do we adjust ourselves with communication with horses and dogs.  We commune with a cat on the cat’s terms – hence there is equality.  The cat may not be able to use a computer, but can feel affection.  Love is shared Divinity.

However, I have for years been aware of the difficulty one may experience in communing with Goddesses – or Gods – in the prescribed way.  In some faiths, the worshipper prostrates.  This may impede the flow of shared humour, ideas and comments from Deity to human.  The kneeling worshipper is totally passive – “Yin” – the Deity totally powerful – “Yang”.  In many cases it is a dialogue between Master and slave, the slave petitioning for mercy, graces, gifts.  The Deity encourages or punishes.  Not an ideal relationship…..

In my own communion with Deity, I do not “Worship”, and do not kneel, hands folded.  This is not to criticise those who do.  I like a free flow of communion, loving and cheerful.  However, I am always aware of the vast greatness of those Goddesses and Gods.  Hence, though not prostrate, I still am a daughter of loving and all-powerful parents.  And sometimes one does need a more equal supernatural acquaintance!

At last I have found this, in relationship with the beings we call Faeries – Devas – Nature Spirits – The Sidhe – Genie.  Human interaction with these spirits has been as cruel as our relationship with indigenous races – a fatal impact for both “civilized” nations and those living nearer to untechnological nature.  There is fear and exploitation.

Relating this to the psychic spheres, I note that magicians claim to practice total power over elemental spirits.  They order them around.  They do strange deals with those they call “Elemental Kings”, and have been known to command Archangels to guard the four quarters for a Rite – who are then banished at the end of the ceremony.  “To Stir and Command” these beings is much like a Western imperialist ordering some lama or shaman to obey.  We are busy destroying our planet and thus injuring nature spirits.

In the past occultists claimed a sovereignty over every creature, animal or spirit by obtaining the favour of some greater spirit – whether celestial (good – white) or infernal (black – bad.)  This leads to the most savage of all wars – religious fear, leading to violence.  We have turned from universal Divine Harmony to good God fighting bad god (devil).  This leads to paranoia, madness, even suicide.  There is the ultimate horror of being trapped by such delusions after physical death.

My own understanding is this.  We humans courageously choose to follow our own biological evolution, gaining the experience of gaining an individual soul through many lives throughout the evolutionary span.

However, the spirits of the elements have their own evolution as they advance through the psychic elements of consciousness.  If a faery starts with air – mind, it adds earth – practicality, fire – vitality, water – emotion, and the fifth element, ether – spirit.  As the faery progresses, it grows in size.  But what delights me is that when the Sidhe – Devas – Faeries – win the fifth element, they are our equals.  For though humans have individual souls gained through ages of struggle, these friends have a spiritual quality that brings joy, laughter and friendship.  We can share a joke, harder to do with a Goddess!

This new awareness brought with it for me the cure for the terrible fear people have of devils, daemons, and black magicians.  We can never encounter any spirit, bad or good, beyond our capacity to deal with!  To give an example:  A woman endured terror at nights by visitations of a gigantic monster.  She wondered was it the Devil or an Alien.  Receiving psychic aid, what did she discover?  The “Monster” was the projection of a boy of four years old, who had died unpleasantly, and was using the fears of this woman to project a Monster once seen in his comic paper.

Another woman endured visitations of a devil – or rather Satan or Lucifer.  Even in our fears we demand the most prestigious demon.  This Price of Darkness turned out to be her Professor.  Sometimes a “devil” can be a relative, even a bank manager.  Think of the thousands – hundreds of thousands of children, who died in war, or through abortions – accidents – who in spirit form hang around women trying to be born.

Many of these unborn children are seen as little grey aliens seeking birth, deemed “alien” but pathetically only too human.  I know one of our Priestesses who is creating a garden in the form of the FOI star and spiral to help these lost children, seeking rebirth through women.  They need our love and help.

This is not to say that I do not know of the existence of beings from other realms. But these thoughts may help sufferers from “hauntings” to get things in proportion.  To obtain guidance from Akhenaton, or Saint Germain gives spiritual status:  but is it not safer to accept that one’s Prince of Darkness is actually a deceased grocer wanting attention?

So how to contact Faery friends?  Why not join the Clan of the Faery Melusine?  Here is a French myth, and if you can discern its hidden meaning – you may be of her Clan!

In ancient days the King of France was hunting in a forest in Albanie (Scotland).  He discovered a fountain presided over by the Faery of the Before Times, Pressine.  She told the King that she would give him water from her Fountain of the Heart’s Desire – if he would marry her.  There was one condition.  He must never see her give birth.  He agreed.  But later, after their marriage, he broke his oath.  When she was giving birth, he hid himself and to his horror saw her give birth in a miraculous manner to three daughters at once.  They were called Melusine, Palestrine and Melior.  Pressine left him, and so he lost his heart’s desire through dishonour.

Later, in the land of France, the Count De Lusignan found a fountain during his hunting in a forest.  There he found the three faeries, of exquisite beauty.  They told him he could marry the faery whose gift he chose.  Melusine offered the Art of Magic.  Palestrine could bestow the Land of Heart’s Desire.  The third, Melior, offered an Invincible Sword.  The Count chose Magic.  So he wedded Melusine.  She made only one condition.  He must never see her naked.

Provoked by a jealous brother, after Melusine had borne him ten sons, the Count hid, to watch his wife bathe, and to his terror saw that Melusine was part Dragon!  When she saw his treachery, she circled her castle three times uttering a terrible keening over the cradles of her two latest sons.  The Count was left dishonoured and lost all magical powers.  Melusine had left behind her many castles all over France and her ten sons, and she became the revered Ancestress of all the Kings and nobility of Europe…

I will give my ideas!  Melusine is the name of the Kundalini serpent power, the Inner Sun of Isis. The name given to Melusine was “La Bonne Femme – The Good Woman.”  I see this as Bona Dea, The Good Goddess of the Roman religious community of women.  The many castles may refer to centres of this always secret family, of those who wish to learn the magical arts of alchemy.  Melusine is Mother not only to royalty and nobility, but to those who revered the Bona Dea.  She was presented at the period also as Mary Mother of God, and secretly Isis, Mother of Horus.  It was forbidden in Ancient Rome to witness the ceremonies of Bona Dea, or to view Her statue – one nobleman who did so was put to death.  Hence the rules laid down – not to pry into the alchemical secrets that could perform direct creation from etheric energy to physical matter.  I note, that as with the Sikh religion, there were ten primary Teachers.

Now the veil between the faery realm and ours is thinning, and a new Humanity is being born, some are permitted to see Isis Unveiled.

How can we join the Faery Clan of Melusine?  It is already here!  Dana is Mother of the Faery Tuathe De Danaan.  This includes Deities, as well as Sidhe and humans.  So with enthusiasm I have dedicated our Grove of the Druid Clan of Dana, round our Temple Well, to Melusine.  This Well is our Temple focus of the Priory of the Goddess Brigid of the Noble Order of Tara.  I note that my Welsh family second name is faery – Melian.

Deities, faeries and humans are all part of the family of the Mother Goddess of countless species, which includes spirits and bioforms; stars and crystals; galaxies and atoms.  We all matter.

The Druid Clan of Dana now offers Faery contact.


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