The Eternal Dance of the Sun: Midsummer's Fire

Gather 'round the blazing wheel, kin of the old ways! As our European ancestors did under starlit skies—from the oak groves of the Celts to the stone circles of the North—today we honor the Summer Solstice. Bonfires roar high on hilltops, leaping through flames to cleanse the spirit and court fertility. Maidens weave garlands of St. John's Wort and vervain, crowns for lovers under the longest day. Drums echo, mead flows, and the veil thins as we feast on the earth's first bounty, dancing the sun's triumphant arc across the heavens. This is Litha, the height of light's power, where life surges wild and free!

Yet whisper now of its shadow twin: the Winter Solstice, the three dark days of the Dying Sun. Our forebears watched Helios—or Baldur, or Lugh—fade to a feeble spark, vanquished by night's grip. For three days, the orb "dies," hanging low, until the fourth dawn births its return—a rebirth from the underworld's chill embrace.

Echoes ring through Rome's Sol Invictus—the Unconquered Sun, glorified as Sol Deo Gloria. In Persian heights, Mithras slew the cosmic bull, his blood seeding life, celebrated on the solstice with feasts of light. These flames forged into Christianity's tale: the Crucifixion on the dying sun's eve, three days in the tomb, then Resurrection's blaze—Christ as the new Sol, rising eternal.

Strip the veils, and behold the truth: this is ancient harvest rites from Mesopotamia's cradle, where Inanna descended and returned, Tammuz mourned and revived. Through veils of empire and faith, it endures—a solstice song to the Sun, our true giver of life, whose rays birth every green shoot and beating heart.

Light a fire tonight. Dance. Remember.

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