I offer incense to the Goddess Demeter. Friends, let us light the Sacred Flame in token of the inner light within this child. I bless this food, in token of the labour a father undertakes to feed his children. The children are given food and drink and they offer it to all. Some is kept for animals and birds.
Children choose their tokens.
Our dreams bring us memories of the heavens from which we have come. Though it be late. Now is their first assailing of the invisible gate. Be still through that light knocking. The hour Is thronged with fate.