How To Meet The Wasp Queen Without Really Trying
I'd been waiting for the Blue Moon for quite a long time. I had some new ritual tools that I was going to consecrate that night, as well as do some serious celebrating. I was going to go up to Albany to the Temple of Astral Light, but I haven't been physically great, so scrubbed that idea. So when the evil Mark of the Correllian Shrine of the Sacred Arts asked to use my house and back yard for their ritual, I was of mixed mind. After some thought, I decided that would be a fine thing, and we might have some fun. Yeah, why not?
When I saw the Shrine's ritual, it was immediately evident that they wanted to go in a different direction regarding the importance of the Blue Moon vs. Lammas. I'm much more a Goddess oriented person at heart, so the Moon was the major thing for me. Well, all righty then, I would have a Blue Moon ritual and tool consecration myself, and then the Lammas ritual the next night. When I told Mark of my plan, he decided he'd like to come to my Blue Moon ritual as well, and bring Carolina, who was going to do the cooking for the Shrine ritual, and was going to help me clean up beforehand. Sounds great so far, eh?
Well, I went out to the ritual space, which is a beautiful little grove in the woods behind my house, and set up the candles and a few things on the altar. Then I went to wait for the other guys. When they arrived, they decided to have dinner first, with which we had a few glasses of wine. Maybe a bit more than a few, actually, but it was really good wine. Then we were ready to partake in ritual. We collected the stuff, and went outside, pointed in the direction of the ritual area, holding candles to light the way.
Little did we know that the candles lit not very bloody much at all, and soon we were wandering around the woods looking for a tiny little altar bench in the midst of 5 acres of dark wilderness. It was then, in the midst of Chaos, that Our Lady Eris made herself known in complete accord with this Discordian Moon. She appeared in the form of the Wasp Queen and her minions, flying forth from the ground and stinging the living shit out of us, causing us to run like hell into the night, not sure where we were going, but eventually making it home. To deal with the stings, we quickly jumped into the pool, hoping the cool water and chlorine would take care of things. It was indeed better, but the stings were really awful and we are still suffering.
So, when we came back inside, I held an impromptu VERY irreverent ritual to Eris and the Discordian Moon. I consecrated my tools, consecrated another bottle of wine, and we watched the Rocky Horror Picture Show and tried to get Mark to do the floor show without success, as he had passed out.