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My Path of Kundalini
There comes a moment in the Wheel of the Year when the sunlight begins to soften, though the days still blaze. The grain ripens, berries swell on the bramble, and the fields shimmer gold with the promise of sustenance. This is Lughnasadh, also known as Lammas, the festival of first fruits, and a sacred threshold in the Celtic calendar. Named for Lugh, the radiant god of light, skill, and sovereignty, Lughnasadh marks the Upperworld’s descent, the wisdom of the sky beginning to root itself in the body of the land. Lugh, whose name means “Shining One,” is a solar being, a master of many arts, the one who brings divine inspiration (Awen) into human form. At this time, we honour his gifts, poetry, craft, music, leadership, and reflect on how those same seeds live within us. But Lughnasadh is not just celebration, it is also sacrifice. The grain must fall. Lugh established this festival in honour of his foster mother Tailtiu, who cleared the land for agriculture and died from her labours. Her body became the fertile earth, feeding the people. Thus, this festival holds both joy and mourning, the bittersweet song of harvest, where we receive what has ripened and bow to what has been lost. Spiritually, this is a time of soul reckoning. What have you been cultivating since the dreaming days of Imbolc and the awakening of Beltane? What fruit is now ready to be received, and what must be laid down? Lughnasadh teaches us the rhythm of reciprocity, that we are not separate from the cycles of the land, but braided into them. We harvest not only food, but wisdom. Not only nourishment, but truth. In Celtic cosmology, this festival often aligns with the Hazel Moon, a lunar tide linked to divine inspiration, wisdom, and the flowing waters of the Otherworld. The Hazel tree drops its nuts of knowing into the Well of Segais, where the Salmon of Wisdom feeds. In this, Lughnasadh becomes not only a solar celebration, but a bridge between realms. The light of the Upperworld begins to seed new insight within the deep belly of the Earth. This is the moment to give thanks, to offer your harvest back to Spirit, and to realign with your soul’s longing. Whether you bake a simple loaf, climb a sacred hill, or whisper your gratitude to the wind, let it be a prayer of remembrance and return, to the land, to the light, to the ancient knowing carried in your bones. Rituals for Lughnasadh — Honouring the First Harvest ✧ 1. Bake the Bread, Offer the Loaf Traditionally, a loaf of bread was baked from the first grain and offered in gratitude to the land and the gods. You might:
✧ 2. Sacred Fire + Sacrifice Ceremony Lughnasadh is a threshold, what is ready to fall away must be released to feed what’s to come.
✧ 3. Walk the Land, Offer to the Trees This is a powerful time to reweave your relationship with the land. Let your feet carry you barefoot if possible.
✧ 4. Hazel Moon Meditation As the Hazel Moon often aligns with Lughnasadh, this ritual calls in Awen, divine inspiration:
✧ 5. Ancestral Gratitude + Tailtiu Offering Remember Lugh’s foster mother, Tailtiu, whose sacrifice made fertile the land.
Lughnasadh Journal Prompts A Soul Harvest of Light & Letting Go
Somatic Practice: The Body’s Harvest Theme: Receiving, ripening, and releasing Duration: 10–20 minutes Materials: A quiet space, a candle or a small bowl of grain (optional)
Feel the weight of your bones resting into the Earth. Breathe in slowly… and exhale fully. Allow yourself to arrive.
Imagine the sun warming your skin, ripening the fields within. With each breath, say softly (in your mind or aloud): “I receive the fruits of my becoming.” Feel into what you have grown this cycle, emotionally, creatively, spiritually. Let your breath move that sense of ripening through your belly, chest, throat, and crown. Notice: Where in your body do you feel fullness? What wants to be gathered?
Place a hand on your heart or solar plexus. Ask gently: “What is done? What no longer serves this next cycle?” As you exhale, let it go, with a sigh, a sound, a movement. You might:
Whisper: “I honour what I’ve sown. I bless what I release. I trust the cycle that carries me forward.” Feel the pulse of the Earth beneath you, ancient, wise, and ever-turning. "I honour the ripening within me.
I receive the fruits of my soul’s labour with open hands. As the sun pours its golden blessing, I give thanks for all that has grown, and I release what is ready to fall away. I walk in rhythm with the land, guided by wisdom, inspired by Light.”
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