Mabon The Autumn Equinox
September 22, 2022 8:03pm
Mabon is a sabbat that celebrates the second of the harvest festivals. This is the greatest of the harvest of the three festivals as this is the time when most of the crops are ripe and ready for harvest. This is the Thanksgiving celebration for Pagans and witches. We gather with family and friends and celebrate all the prosperity from the last year.
Today we know the exact day and time of the Equinox, September 22, 2022, at 8:03pm, this is when the earth is in perfect balance, the day light and nighttime are the same in ancient times festivals centered on the harvest could last a month. The typical time to celebrate Mabon is September 21-23.
Many people celebrate September as Pagan Pride Month. Gather your friends have ritual and host a great feast. Make Corn dollies, do a prosperity spell, gather and dry your herbs are all things you can do during this time.
You will need:
- Green or gold Chime/spell candle and holder
- Pen or pencil
- Ground Nutmeg, Ground Cinnamon, ground Jasmine
- Extra virgin olive oil in a small bowl
- A Paper plate
First use your sage to cleanse and clear your space. Then take your ground herbs and mix them together, and spread on the plate, set aside. Ground and center yourself and visualize what you want to increase, money, crops, clients ect. Using your pen write on the candle what you want and your name. With your fingers spread the oil on the candle still visualizing what you want, you want to make sure the whole candle is coated in oil. Take the candle and roll it in the herb mixture. Continue to visualize what you want. Put candle in the holder and light the candle. Watch the candle burn all the way down. When the flame goes out say “ So Mote it Be” and release the energy to the Goddess. With the excess herbs you can use them as an incense for your Mabon ritual.
For more information on Mabon see the following books;
BY JOHN KEATS
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.