The Red Meal’s implements are not an offering to the spirit.
The bread, and the wine, they are just a way of connecting to the spirits, giving them life for what they must do.
And what they must do is secret.
What they must do is eat away at you, not the bread and wine.
They eat you, you become the meal. They whittle you done to the bones, and bring out the Fire.
Christ did it, and showed his disciples how to do it. The Norse did it with their elf blots. Tantric Yogis do it with their bone pans. The Inuit magic users would do it by dreaming of their bones. The witches do it by drinking poisonous drinks and returning to the Sabbat.
It’s all there to bring the sorcerer to the awareness of One. The point of All. Where all dualities, tripalities, inifinites, and ends become One and All.
Within you, dear reader, is the Light, the Way, and the Truth. Like the Hanged Man, you must sacrifice yourself upon the Tree under which you have laid your offerings in order to obtain that which you seek.
When you partake in the Red Meal, when you hold Houzel, you are made holy, and all those that you are with are also made holy (made whole) within the circle of your fellowship. You are made less of this, and a little more of that. To become Red and White. Living and Dead. Here and There. Other and Not Other.
There are many different rites that look like the Red Meal, and many ways to perform it from the simplest to the most complex.
Here is one method:
Take yourself to a holy place. This may be a small shrine you have erected in your backyard, or within your home. Perhaps it is under a sacred tree, or within a graveyard. A cross-road is also a place of holy liminal virtue. Have with you a bit of bread and a red wine.
Light before you a candle, or a flame of some sort, and say these words or words to this effect:
“I light this flame in the name of All that Is,
That name within which all is conjoined in One
The Most Ancient Providence,
Which is in all things.”
Over the bread, draw an equal armed cross, and bless it in the name of the witching gods, however they may be known. Do the same with the wine.
Eat of the bread, and as you do so, say these words:
“I eat of this bread by the unknown name,
With fearful dread and great terror
For they are that which dies,
But is never dead.”
Drink a little of the wine as you say:
“I drink this wine in the Lady’s name,
For she shall gather me home again.”
Then give the offerings unto the ground:
“For the gods and ungods, ancestors, and familiar spirits,
I give this unto you.
For there is naught of me that is not thine,
And naught of thee that is not mine,
My blood is your blood,
And your blood is mine.
Here is shown the Mystery.”
Extinguish your candle, and leave the way you came. It is done.
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