By: Lynda Bustilloz Re: [1/3] Chocolate!!! I found it! Here's the Chocolate Ritual! (Al, d

By: Lynda Bustilloz
Re: [1/3] Chocolate!!!

I found it!  Here's the Chocolate Ritual!
(Al, don't let your wife see the screen or she'll convert!!)


THE CHOCOLATE RITUAL
Copyright 1993, John Shepard,
Performed at Dragonfest, August 1993
(please note the text color is chocolate)

Materials required: On the altar there are brown candles; 
a  Tootsie Roll (the great big one -as the athame;) 
a large glass with milk in it, (the chalice;) 
A small dish of Nestle's Quik and a spoon; 
a small dish of chocolate sprinkles; 
a plate of cupcakes and some Yoo-Hoo along with a goblet;

CLEANSE THE SACRED SPACE:

(Take the small bowl of chocolate sprinkles)

Chocolate sprinkles where thou art cast
No calories in thy presence last.
Let no fat adhere to me,
And as I will So Mote It BE!

Nestle's Quik where thou art cast
Turn this milk to chocolate, fast.
Let all good things come to me,
And make my milk all chocolatey!

CAST THE CIRCLE (using a tootsie roll):

CALL THE QUARTERS:

Mousse of the East, Fluffy one!
Great prince of the palace of dessert.
Be present, we pray thee, 
And guard this circle from all moochers
Approaching from the East.

Fondue of the South, Molten One!
Great prince of the palace of decadence.
Be present we pray thee,
And guard this circle from all diets
Approaching from the south.

Cocoa of the west, Satisfying One!
Great prince of the palace of thirst.
Be present we pray thee,
And guard this circle from all carob
Approaching from the West.

Rocky Road of the North, Cold one!
Great prince of the palace of crunchy.
Be present we pray thee,
And guard this circle from all cheap imitations
Approaching from the North.

MAIN RITUAL:

HANDMAIDEN (Henceforth known as the Swiss Miss):
Listen to the words of the Mother of Chocolate;
who was of old called;
Godiva, Ethel M, Sara Lee, Nestle, Mrs. See,
and by many other names:

HPS:    Whenever you have one of those cravings, once in a while
and better it be when your checkbook is full, then shall you assemble
in a great public place and bring offerings of money to the spirit of
Me, who is Queen of all Goodies.

In the Mall shall you assemble, you who have eaten all your chocolate
and are hungry for more. To you I shall bring Good Things for your 
tongue.

And you shall be free from depression, and as a sign that you are
truly free, you shall have chocolate smears on your cheeks, and you
shall munch, nosh, snack, feast, and make yummy noises, all in my
presence. For mine is the ecstasy of phenylalanine 
(FEEN-EL-AL-A-NEEN),
and mine also is Joy on Earth, yea, even into High Orbit, for my 
law is
"Melts in your mouth, not in your hand."

Keep clean your fingers, carry Wet Ones always, let none stop you or
turn you aside. For mine is the secret that opens your mouth, and 
mine
is the taste that puts a smile on your lips and comfy, padding pounds
on your hips.

I am the Gracious Goddess who gives the gift of joy unto the 
tummies of
men and women. Upon earth, I give knowledge of all things 
delicious, and
beyond death........well, I can't do much there. Sorry about that.

I demand only your money in sacrifice; for behold, chocolate is a
business, and you have to pay for those truffles before you eat them.

SWISS MISS: Hear now the words of the Goodie Goddess, she in the 
dust of
whose feet are the cheap imitations, whose body graces candy racks 
and
finer stores everywhere:

I, who am the beauty of chocolate chips, and the satisfying 
softness of
big bars, the mystery of how they get the filling inside of 
truffles, and
fill the hearts of all but Philistines with desire, call unto thy 
soul to
arise and come unto me. For I am the soul of candy; from me do all
confections spring, and unto me all of  you shall return, 
again.....and
again..........and again..................and again

Before my smeared face, beloved of Women and Men, thine innermost 
divine
self shall be enfolded in the rapture of overdose.

Let my taste be within thy mouth that rejoices. For behold, all 
acts of
yumminess and pleasure are my rituals. Therefore let there be 
gooeyness
and mess, crispness and crackling, big slabs and bite size pieces,
peanut butter and chocolate covered cherries all within you.

And you who think to seek me, know that your seeking and yearning 
shall
avail you not unless you know the Mystery; "We will sell no chocolate
until you pay for it."

For behold; I have been with you since you were just a baby, and I am
that which is attained at nearly any shop in the land.

Messed Be.

SWISS MISS: Hear now the words of the Chocolate God,
who was of old called
Ghirardelli, Milton Snavely Hershey, Bosco, Fudgesicle,
and by many other names.

HP: I am the strength of the candy rack, and the piece that fell on 
the
floor, but looks like it might not have gotten too dirty, and the 
deepest
bitterness of dark chocolate. No matter how you try to resist the 
call of
chocolate, I will hunt you out and I will become your sacred prey. 
I am
the warmth of hot cocoa in the dead of winter, and the call of the 
road
that leads you to that really expensive Godiva store downtown.

I give you, my creatures, the fire of love of chocolate, the power 
of jaw
strength to bite off a piece of that frozen Milky Way bar, and the 
shelter
of Haagen Daz when that big date didn't work out. You are dear to 
me, and
I instill in you my power; the power of a piece of chocolate that 
you had
forgotten you had hidden, and the power of vision and magickal 
sight with
which you can spot a candy counter a mile away.

By the powers of the half melted bar in the glorious sun, I charge 
you; by
the darkest depths of the bottom of the cocoa pot and the lingering 
smell
of bittersweet chocolate, I charge you; and by the beauty of a 
perfectly
swirled vanilla butter cream, I charge you:

Follow your heart and your instinct, wherever they lead you. The 
wealth in
your pocket can buy you treats that a Mayan king would envy. Take 
joy in
that first bite of lecithin emulsified cocoa, and in the last 
satisfying
slurp of Yoo-Hoo. Yet you must be wary of deceit. Eat not of that 
which is
called "Baking Chocolate," for it is vile and bitter.

Lastly, always remember to leave some chocolate behind you. Be not 
greedy,
but let yourself be known as a connoisseur. Leave a little for 
someone else.

I am with you always, just over your shoulder, or around the next 
corner.
I am the Lord of Chocolate, and when you have reached the end of your
hoard, I will never be farther away from you than that 7-Eleven on 
the
corner. I am the spirit of the Wild Child; the Inner Child who can 
never
get quite enough. If you are a true chocolate lover, then your soul 
and
mine are intertwined.


CUPCAKES & YOO-HOO:

(The blessing of the Yoo-Hoo)

HP:  Be it known that milk chocolate is not better than dark 
chocolate.

HPS: Nor is dark chocolate better than milk chocolate.

HP:  For both are better than the falsely named 'white chocolate,'

HPS: And neither one is carob.

HP:  As the frosting is to the cupcake,

HPS: So the creamy nougat is to the Milky Way Bar.

BOTH: And when they are eaten, they are yummy in truth, for there 
is no
greater snack in all the world than one made of chocolate.

(The blessing of the cupcakes)

HP:        Frosting is keen,

HPS:        And the filling is neat.

BOTH:        Great Goddess! Let's eat!

Feasting and drinking (chocolate liquer, if possible,) music and 
dance.


Dismiss Quarters.

HPS:        Oh, ye mighty goodies of the ______, 
We thank you for attending our rites and guarding our circle
and ere you depart for your sweet and sticky realms,
We say unto you, "N-E-S-T-L-E-S, Nestles makes the very best."

ALL:         "Chooooc-laaate."

(After all quarters have been dismissed, give a final, satisfying
belch at the East.)

Close circle.

copyright August 1993, John L. Shepard. Permission is given to post
anywhere as long as the content is not altered and this notice is
attached.


Lynda Bustilloz      bustillo@ix.netcom.com
... A banana, some chocolate syrup, and thou.

 * Origin: The only intelligent fundy...is an EX-fundy. (1:109/601)