 Our evening of ritual theatre opens with music and dance honoring Samhain. Enveloped in candlelight, we cross over the mythic Hallows Veil offering song, spoken word, and dance with live temple serpents to cross over that magical, mystical place where there is no time or space, where all magic is possible, where we stand . . . Neither day nor night, neither one place nor another Forward or backward, water or sky Neither here nor there, self nor other Line shifting mirror world, waking or sleeping Being or not being, ebb or flow Breathing and not breathing, above or below What will it take to cross over? Thought beyond mind What will it take to cross over? Will beyond fear. What will it take to cross over? Faith beyond will. What will it take to cross over? A mirror that dissolves me (Wendy Rule)  Upon entering the mythic realm, we courageously face our fear in the form and countenance of the horrifically mythic, and feared, MEDUSA.
This Hallows Eve, as we stalk our fears, grasping our courage and the all encompassing power of change, we remember and call forth the myth of Medusa. You think you know her story . . . a scary, evil woman with snakes as hair who turns people to stone? Medusa, a mythic Goddess, one of the many stories of the feminine that got turned upside down. Medusa's name in Greek, means Guardian and Protectress. How has She been protecting you? Snakes in Ancient Greece were a symbol of change, rebirth, and power. Beautiful Medusa, with serpents coming out of her head, turns us to stone . . . marble, and dares us to slow down and face our greatest fears because that is where our power lies. Meeting Medusa is an opportunity for you, for all of us, to go within, look into that most frightening place of all, the Mirror of Self, and face that which frightens us most. There are critical, archetypal times in our lives when the Spirit of Medusa calls to us, calls us to change, to grow, to be more than we ever dreamed we could be.
Join with us as we follow our mythic heroine, Adrastea, an every day warrioress who dares enter Medusa's realm to seek a treasure, a wealth of self-knowledge that will unlock the future, the unknown, the possibilities of greatness that lies within each of us. Temple of the Goddess, and The Mythic Players, invite you to join us for an evening of art and ritual theatre in celebration of Hallows Eve. Come and dance with us, slow down in this beautiful winter season, look into the Mirror within, find and confront those fears which keep you from living your fullest destiny as a Child of the Divine. Let Medusa enfold you in Her wings, encompassing Heaven and Earth. Reach out . . . come share this evening, meet the mighty Medusa, and embrace the lessons your soul seeks now at this critical time of change. Dark Wings I'm going down, down into soil I'm going down, dark wings will guide me And know the way, for I have been there So many times, I cannot count them And though I know I will return when When the deed is done, when the seed is growing My heart is scared, my limbs are shaking Its seems too cruel to have to do this Over and over, over and over Why can't I find some secret passage? To take me there, without the pain My midnight wings beating in beauty My conscious mind, my core of wisdom Honors the dark, essential journey But when I'm crying, when I'm crying Its feels so hard, hard to remember I'm going down, down into soil I'm going down, dark wings will guide me. (Wendy Rule) 
No matter where you are in your personal evolution, if you love the Earth and want to celebrate with like-minded folks who are honoring the seasons and cycles of the Earth . . . in song, poetry, and dance, join us, come together in community and celebrate the Wheel of the Seasons and the Cycles of Life. In the Name of the Dance You don't have to speak You can do it in the dance You don't have to hide You are safe within the dance All of us are free In the heart of the dance So mote it be In the name of the dance You don't have to speak You can do it in the dance You don't have to hide You are safe within the dance All of us are free In the heart of the dance So mote it be In the name of the dance You don't have to speak You can do it in the dance You don't have to hide You are safe within the dance All of us are free In the heart of the dance So mote it be In the name of the dance The circle is here It lives in each of us In perfect love And perfect trust The circle is here It lives in each of us In perfect love And perfect trust The circle is here It lives in each of us In perfect love And perfect trust (SJ Tucker) | 
The Wheel of the Year spins and we come together to honor the turning of the seasons and the Earth's never-ending cycles of life. We remember, and honor, our beloved ancestors and the lives they lived. 
