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                               H A R V E S T   H O M E 
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                                by Mike Nichols       

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      There were three men came out of the West,
          Their fortunes for to try,
          And these three men made a solemn vow,
          John Barleycorn must die...    
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                   Despite the bad publicity  generated by Thomas Tryon's novel,
     Harvest Home is the pleasantest of  holidays.  Admittedly,  it does involve
     the concept of sacrifice, but one that  is symbolic only.  The sacrifice is
     that of the spirit  of vegetation, John  Barleycorn.   Occurring 1/4 of the
     year    after  Midsummer, Harvest  Home    represents mid-autumn,  autumn's
     height.  It is also the Autumnal   Equinox, one of the quarter days of  the
     year,  a  Lesser Sabbat  and a  Low   Holiday  in modern  Witchcraft.      
     Technically, an equinox  is an   astronomical point and,  due to the   fact
     that the  earth wobbles on its   axis slightly  (rather like a top   that's
     slowing down),  the date may   vary by a few  days depending on  the  year.
     The autumnal equinox  occurs  when  the sun  crosses the equator  on   it's
     apparent journey southward, and   we experience a day and a night that  are
     of  equal duration.   Up until  Harvest  Home, the hours  of daylight  have
     been greater than  the hours  from  dusk  to dawn.   But from  now on,  the
     reverse holds true.   Astrologers know  this  as the date on which  the sun
     enters the sign of Libra, the Balance  (an appropriate symbol of a balanced
     day  and  night).   This year  (1988)  it   will occur  at  2:29 pm  CDT on
     September  22nd.

                 However, since most European  peasants were not accomplished at
     calculating the exact date of the  equinox, they celebrated the event on  a
     fixed  calendar  date,  September 25th,    a  holiday  the medieval  Church
     Christianized under the name of   'Michaelmas', the feast of the  Archangel
     Michael.  (One  wonders if,  at  some point, the R.C. Church   contemplated
     assigning  the four  quarter days of the year to the four  Archangels, just
     as they assigned the  four cross-quarter days to the  four  gospel-writers.
     Further evidence for  this may be seen in the fact that  there was a  brief
     flirtation  with  calling the  Vernal Equinox   'Gabrielmas', ostensibly to
     commemorate  the angel  Gabriel's   announcement  to Mary  on  Lady Day.)  
     Again,  it must  be remembered  that the   Celts  reckoned their  days from
     sundown  to sundown, so  the September 25th  festivities actually  begin on
     the  previous sundown (our September 24th).

                 Although our Paganancestors  probably celebrated HarvestHome on
     September 25th, modern Witches  and  Pagans, with their  desk-top computers
     for making  finer calculations, seem  to  prefer the  actual equinox point,
     beginning  the celebration  on its  eve   (this  year, sunset  on September
     21st).

                 Mythically, thisis the day of the  yearwhen the god of light is
     defeated  by his twin and alter-ego, the god of  darkness.  It is the  time
     of the year when  night conquers day.  And as I   have recently shown in my
     seasonal   reconstruction of the  Welsh myth of   Blodeuwedd, the  Autumnal
     Equinox is  the only day of the whole year when  Llew (light) is vulnerable
     and it  is   possible to  defeat  him.   Llew now   stands  on the  balance
     (Libra/autumnal   equinox), with one  foot on the   cauldron (Cancer/summer
     solstice) and   his other  foot on the  goat   (Capricorn/winter solstice).
     Thus he   is betrayed  by Blodeuwedd, the  Virgin  (Virgo)  and transformed
     into an Eagle  (Scorpio).



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                 Twothings arenow likelyto occur mythically,in rapidsuccession. 
     Having defeated Llew, Goronwy  (darkness) now takes over Llew's  functions,
     both as lover to   Blodeuwedd, the Goddess, and as King  of  our own world.
     Although Goronwy,  the Horned King,  now sits on Llew's  throne  and begins
     his rule  immediately,  his formal coronation  will not be  for another six
     weeks,  occurring at Samhain (Halloween) or  the beginning  of Winter, when
     he   becomes the Winter Lord,  the Dark  King, Lord  of Misrule.  Goronwy's
     other  function has more  immediate  results,  however.  He  mates with the
     virgin  goddess, and  Blodeuwedd   conceives, and will  give birth  -- nine
     months later (at  the Summer Solstice)  -- to Goronwy's  son, who is really
     another incarnation of himself, the  Dark Child.    

          Llew's sacrificial death  at   Harvest Home also  identifies him  with
     John Barleycorn, spirit of the fields.   Thus, Llew represents not only the
     sun's power, but also the sun's life  trapped and crystallized in the corn.
       Often this corn spiritwas believed to  reside most especially in the last
     sheaf or shock harvested, which was  dressed in fine clothes, or woven into
     a  wicker-like man-shaped form.  This  effigy was then cut and carried from
     the field,  and usually  burned, amidst   much rejoicing.   So one  may see
     Blodeuwedd and  Goronwy in a  new guise,   not as  conspirators who  murder
     their  king,  but as kindly farmers  who  harvest  the crop which they  had
     planted and so  lovingly cared  for.    And yet, anyone  who knows the  old
     ballad of John Barleycorn knows that  we have not heard the last of him.  
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     They let him stand till  midsummer's day,
           Till he looked both pale and wan,
           And little Sir John's grown a  long, long beard
           And so become a man...     
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          Incidentally,  this annual  mock   sacrifice  of  a large  wicker-work
     figure (representing the  vegetation  spirit) may  have been the  origin of
     the misconception  that Druids  made   human sacrifices.   This  charge was
     first made by  Julius Caesar (who  may  not have  had the most  unbiased of
     motives), and has been re-stated many  times  since.  However, as has often
     been  pointed  out,  the only  historians   besides  Caesar  who  make this
     accusation are  those who have  read  Caesar.   And  in fact, upon  reading
     Caesar's 'Gallic Wars' closely,  one  discovers that Caesar never claims to
     have actually  witnessed such  a  sacrifice.   Nor does  he  claim to  have
     talked  to  anyone  else who  did.    In  fact,  there is  not  one  single
     eyewitness  account of a  human  sacrifice  performed by Druids  in all  of
     history!

                 Nor isthere any archeological evidenceto support thecharge. If,
     for example, human sacrifices had been  performed at the  same ritual sites
     year after  year, there would  be   physical traces.   Yet there  is not  a
     scrap.  Nor is there any native  tradition or history which lends  support.
     In fact, insular tradition  seems to point in the opposite  direction.  The
     Druid's  reverence for   life was so  strict that they  refused  to  lift a
     sword to  defend themselves  when massacred by  Roman soldiers on  the Isle
     of Mona.  Irish brehon laws   forbade a Druid to  touch a weapon, and   any
     soul rash enough to unsheathe a  sword in the presence of a Druid would  be
     executed for such an outrage!         Jesse Weston, in her brilliant  study
     of the Four Hallows of British  myth, 'From Ritual to Romance', points  out
     that British folk tradition is,  however, full of MOCK sacrifices.  In  the
     case of the wicker-man, such  figures were referred to in very  personified
     terms, dressed  in clothes,  addressed by name, etc.   In such a  religious
     ritual drama, everybody  played along.    



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     They've hired men with scythes so  sharp,
          To cut him off at the knee,
          They've rolled him and tied him by  the waist
          Serving him most barbarously...     
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                         Inthe medievalmiracle-play traditionofthe 'RiseUp,Jock'
     variety (performed  by troupes  of   mummers at all  the village  fairs), a
     young harlequin-like king always  underwent a mock sacrificial death.   But
     invariably,  the  traditional cast    of characters  included  a mysterious
     'Doctor' who had learned many secrets  while 'travelling in foreign lands'.
       The Doctor reaches into his bag of   tricks, plies some magical cure, and
     presto! the young king rises up hale  and whole again, to the cheers of the
     crowd.  As Weston so sensibly points  out,  if the young king were ACTUALLY
     killed, he couldn't  very well rise up  again, which  is the whole point of
     the ritual drama!  It is an enactment of  the death and resurrection of the
     vegetation spirit.  And what better  time to perform it than at the  end of
     the harvest season?

                 In the rhythm ofthe year, Harvest Home marks atime of restafter
     hard work.  The  crops are gathered in, and  winter is  still a month and a
     half away!   Although the nights are  getting  cooler,  the days are  still
     warm, and there is something magical in the  sunlight, for it seems silvery
     and   indirect.  As we  pursue our gentle   hobbies of making  corn dollies
     (those   tiny  vegetation spirits)  and wheat   weaving,  our  attention is
     suddenly  arrested by the  sound of baying from  the skies  (the 'Hounds of
     Annwn'   passing?), as lines  of geese  cut  silhouettes  across a  harvest
     moon.   And we move closer to the  hearth, the  longer evening hours giving
     us time to  catch up on our reading, munching on  popcorn balls and caramel
     apples  and   sipping home-brewed  mead or  ale.   What   a wonderful  time
     Harvest Home is!  And   how lucky we are to live in a part  of  the country
     where the season's changes  are so dramatic and majestic!  
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     And little Sir John in the  nut-brown bowl--
        And he's brandy in the glass,
        And little Sir John in the  nut-brown bowl
        Proved the strongest man at last.     
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