The Order of ChAOS presents...
The Global ANAHATA (Heart) Chakra Working:
The 13th-TRIBE WEAVING
Glastonbury Tor UK, June 21st Summer Solstice 2oo3
Cultural representatives of the 12 Tribes or source-races of humanity,
woven together by Heart Chakra piercings in a web of Unity in
Text by Orryelle
Photographs by Geothro and Ben
The weaving of the 13-point star-diamond of
Ma-nifestat-ion was a symbolic demonstration that we
are all one people, despite the blessing of cultural
and spiritual differences -individual in our minds and
beliefs, united in (by) our hearts.
In the Hindu traditions the right-path of asceticism
employs Mandalas and Yantras (geometric diagrams) as a
means to gnosis, while the Vama Marg or tantric
'left-hand path' (which is of a more feminine nature)
uses sexuality and the human body as a means to gnosis.
terms right-hand and left-hand paths do not have the moralistic
connotations of the West in the Hindu traditions -there is no good or
evil, merely different Ways to the same Source).
So by creating a Mandala or Yantra between physical
Bodies (via Chakra Piercings) we brought together
the left and right hand paths. These were just one
pair of the many apparent dualities we United in this
multi-layered Weaving of the Middle Way...
THE 13th TRIBE WEAVING
GLOBAL ANAHATA CHAKRA WORKING
GLASTONBURY TOR, UK.
SUMMER SOLSTICE JUNE 21st 2oo3
Gathering and Preparations for The 13-TRIBE
WEAVING - The wyrd path of signs, synchronicities and omens leading into the 13th-Tribe Weaving itself was as amazing as the working. How likely is it that an Australian would be able to find representatives of all the source cultures of humanity, willing to be ritually woven together in England? And most of these representatives were located/revealed in the fortnight just before the actual working! - read HERE of the strange flow of synchronicities in the process which confirmed that this ritual was, 'Meant to Be'.
This page includes a new drawing by Orryelle, 'The Spider-Queen of Space weaves the 13-star from afar...'
We began the 13th-Tribe Weaving ritual at around
4.30pm, a few hours later than expected what with all
the last-minute adjustments. So the circle was cast
and elements called just in time for the solstice peak
PART I -The PIERCING- DIVERSITY:
Before the circle-casting, we did a serpent-dance to
welcome other solstice visitors to Glastonbury Tor to join in or
watch our ritual if they wished, and to resonate with the
dragon energies of the land.
Four altars had been set up with wooden poles forming
triangular spaces, replete with various talismans from
participants -with much confusion
about directional-elemental correspondences due to the
amount of different cultural traditions we were
employing -but we worked out some kind of mutual
flexible system somehow! -this was true Chaos-Order
Magick, finding some kind of syncretic order/pattern
from such a collection of diverse cultural traditions!
A funny altar touch was added by Sebekh, the small
daughter of piercer Venom. She put her Unicorn doll on
the earth altar, and insisted that my spider-doll
hanging above it should ride on it's back -so there we
had a concise visual demonstration of two different
paradigms converged- that of the Unicorn (apparently
in the original geomantic Glastonbury Zodiac before
earthworks 'disguised' it as a giant dog) and the
Spider as two different interpretations of the 13th
sign of the lunar zodiac.
We began by all crowding into the centre of the
circle the altars defined, then linking hands and
slowly uncoiling as we at first
tentatively began to chant freeform tones, our voices
unfurling as we began to snake our way in a human
chain across the landscape. We wound our way up to the
top of the Tor (sacred hill) and around the Tor, gathering people as
we went. Some were reticent but many people joined the
lengthening human serpent, the diverse voices rising as we
eventually coiled back into the parameters of the
altars, forming a tight human spiral. The sound
expanded as the circle contracted, while we felt the
vibrations of each other's voices on the backs of our
necks and the energy crescendoed into a jubilant
Releasing hands we moved out to the edge of the
circle, the Twelve Tribal Representatives sitting in
pre-designated positions around the periphery. Other
participants formed an outer loose circle around this.
The directional quarters were called by four
representatives: of the eastern/yellow, western/white,
northern/red and southern/black people, each direction
by all four of these representatives according to
corresponding elemental God/dess forms of
Having never cast a circle before, the South-east
Asian representative Andy -who was the Eastern
candidate for the quarters- didn't realize that only
one of the four Japanese elementals he was using was
usually attributed to each direction. He very
graciously called all of them from every direction
-and that's pretty much what we got! (as will unfold...)
In the early afternoon it had been very hot, and I had
worried we might all get sunstroke standing for hours
in the shadeless grass 'crater' near the top of
Glastonbury Tor. However soon after we began the rite
proper, the sky clouded over, and continued to darken
as we progressed. Cold wind came in and there were
sporadic bursts of light rain.
These initiates representing the four shamanic
colours moved to the centre of the
circle, standing back to back. I spoke from Ra'en's
tale of the Twelve Tribes:
'In the beginning, the first people lived together
the centre of the world.
One day a dream came. The people divided and
went to the North or East or West or South...'
As I spoke each of the directions, the corresponding
initiate began moving slowly out from the centre,
sprinkling grains that were respectively red (north),
yellow (east), white (west) and black (south). Thus we
formed a four-coloured Crossroads Veve as the axis of
the rite from the centre of the circle.
'Each of these four nations ate from their new lands,
and became a part of where they settled.
The Northern people became the colour of ice.
The Eastern people absorbed the colour of the rising
The Western people were filled with the colour of
blood, and the Southern people took the colour of
'In time, the four nations divided again each into 3
The white nation divided into the Western
people-Celtic and Germanic, the Northern people- the
Russian and Baltic, and the Eastern
people-Greek and Roman, and Middle-Eastern peoples...'
As I spoke the name of each of these subdivisions,
the tribal representative for each stood up from their
positions around the periphery of the circle, joining
the first who had now completed the Crossroads.
'The Eastern peoples divided into the North- Siberian
the East-Chinese, and the South -the mountain people
of South-East Asia.
The Western people divided into the travelling people
in the North (Aztec, Navajo, Kiowa, Lakota, Dakota,
Nakota, Inuit, and
their cousins), the farming people (Cherokee,
Chippewa, mohican, Mohawk, Iroquois, Hopi, Incan,
Maya) in the West, and the Island people in the South
(Maori, Polynesian, Hawaiian, Arawak, Caribbean).
The Southern Nation divided to the West-Pigmy and
Bushmen; the South-the African; and the
East-Aboriginal, New Guinean and Dravidian (India).
Each of these twelve tribes will learn to sing with
the voice of their lands, and to feel the blood of the
Land in their blood.
But the First people shall be lost...'
Then Venom as Spinner (the piercer who set the
chakras or 'wheels' of the heart spinning), myself (Orryelle) as
Weaver and Natasha as Cutter of the threads came
together in the centre of the circle.
We lined up and formed an Arachnean composite, a Kali
asana with our six arms waving and weaving together
the energies of the Triple Goddess.
I had felt slightly strange about being a part of this feminine
formation earlier -as initially my Australian friend
Zya was going to take the role of the weaver/mother.
And yet had I not woven together the rite into
formation already, its physical completion being
merely the coagulation of a long process? And having
been initiated by three genetic women into Womanhood
towards the end of my 9-moonth invocations of Goddess
energies while taking estrogen several years ago (see My Alchymic Wedding), I
was not entirely unqualified to take the role of
Priestess. Certainly I felt myself to be a Mother to
the whole difficult process of birthing this grand
ceremony on the physical.
Our formation of The Three Fates was echoed by the
local elements. While several expressed later how a
brilliant zig-zag of lightning flashed behind us at
this time, Evan also told how a Crow flew in, circled
once around our three heads then off again. The Celtic
correlative of the Three Fates are the Morrigan or
Crow Goddesses, and we were on Celtic land...
The wide-ranging Diversity of cultures across this
planet were exemplified by the words, songs and dances
of the Twelve individual Tribal Representatives. Each
in turn gave a short presentation of the essence of at
least one of the sub-tribes within the basic types of
people they were representing. This was also reflected
visually to varying degrees, ranging from the
elaborate Polish dress-pattern Christina had hand-sewn
in the spaces between circles over the preceding week,
to the woven bark pygmy lap-lap Bayard had brought up
from London, and body-painted tribal markings (Evan,
Adam, Bayard), to the grass skirt woven by Jasmine to
represent the Islander peoples.
I began the calling of the twelve tribes with Kieron,
representative of the Celtic-Germanic peoples -in his
traditional Druidic robes he offered some Celtic
blessings and invocations then adopted some
appropriate rune postures (eg. Gifu/Gebo -Gift and
Sacrifice) while intoning their names.
Then on to Marios as representative of the Eastern European
and Middle-Eastern peoples - in traditional Greek (his own
nationality) Toga with eastern belt he performed some
European mantras and mudras.
I had not consciously thought about why I began with Kieron and
proceeded thus around the circle, but realized even as the
ritual naturally unfolded that we had begun with the
peoples of the land we were upon, then moving east in
a great symbolic arc across the globe as represented
by the progression around our microcosmic global
So Christina -representing the Baltic and Russian
People- was next after Marios. She told a Polish folk
tale then offered a small shot of vodka to each around
the circle (very warming in the cold wind and light
rain!) while presenting them with a moral indictment
as a postscript to the tale. These were assigned at
random, and it was quite amusing who was told what:
for example, I was instructed never to poke fun at
other cultures, and especially not at my own. As the
representative of the 13th or syncretic global tribe,
this was an oxymoron and a tall order indeed!
After each had performed their tribal
representation, the twelve initiates would go over to
Venom's space on the edge of the circle, to receive
their ritual piercing while the next took
centre-circle to dance their people.
I oversaw the moment of penetration in most cases,
reminding people to draw up and feel all their fear
and pain, and to release it when the piercing-rod went
through their chest. Most of the twelve had not had
piercings before, so there was a good deal of fear and
apprehension, which actually aided this process.
It is a wonderful feeling of release when the needle sinks
through the flesh, and any anxiety and tension about
the act is dissolved in release and relief -this
experience was expressed by several of the initiates.
Because we were operating as a microcosm within our
ritual circle, I urged the tribal representatives to
each feel and then release the fears and pains of
their peoples also, especially those that they had
with other peoples or cultures due to history's
appalling inter-racial and inter-cultural wars and
When the piercing-rod had been pulled back through
with their ring and sealed with a small steel ball, I
presented each of the initiates with a feather,
confirming that their heart was now as light as this
feather, as in the Egyptian mythos where the Goddess
Maat (the Neter or Principle of Truth) weighs the hearts
of the deceased against the
feather (her hieroglyphic symbol) in Judgement of their
These were accepted with varying degrees of
gratitude and relief, as some admitted later that they
were not sure if they would pass this test of
An amusing aspect of this was the presence of
Venom's daughter Sebekh, named after the Egyptian
crocodile God/dess who in some streams of tradition
is the deity to whom the souls of those whose hearts
weigh too heavy are fed to.
I had mentioned this to most of
the initiates, describing Venom's daughter Sebekh
-whom I had not seen for several years- as being a
strange pointy-toothed fairy-eating feral child; but
to my amusement she now ironically appeared- and I don't know if
Venom dressed her up that day deliberately due to the
mythic resonances- as the sweetest looking angelic
little girl, all in pink with little bows in her golden
The feathers presented to the newly-pierced initiates
were particularly appropriate, for they were goose
feathers from David's land, so not only did they represent Maat,
Egyptian Goddess of Truth and Justice whose hieroglyph is the Feather
which the Hearts of the deceased were weighed against,
but also the Egyptian Earth-God Geb (represented by
the Goose). Thus the Goose Feather symbolized not only
Truth, but Truth Earthed, made Manifest within the
physical World, which is what the ritual entire was
all about! -the Ma-nifestat-ion of the Ma(at)-I(ae)on.
In the 13th-Tribe Weaving, Maat was acknowledged
after each piercing with Her mudra (symbolic hand gesture),
fingertips of one hand vertical intersecting the palm of the other hand
horizontal in a gesture of Her Scales of Balance over
the Heart. Venom and I performed this in conclusion of
each ritual piercing, and most of the tribal
representatives echoed the gesture spontaneously.
Venom as piercer, spinner of Fates Three and
Priestess of Maat did a wonderful job, gently telling
each initiate how to breathe with the piercing and
waiting until they were settled and ready. Ironically
she had just found a job that very day as a
professional piercer, so what a wonderful way to
sanctify this work, to provide these 13 piercings in
full ritual context as prelude.
Her name seemed relevant to our rite, as the Venom of
the Spider (she being one of the Three) is in the
vodou tradition the purifying poison (often symbolic
of some sacrament) or ordeal which allows the initiate
to enter trance for the ritual proper.
Thus each cultural representative was purged and
purified for the weaving ceremony which was to follow...
To represent Japan and South-East Asia, Andy (above) laid
down a silk cloth, sat upon it in lotus with a small
Buddha figurine before him, and simply asked everyone
to join him in silent meditation for a few minutes.
This was a welcome calm within the surrounding storm
and the tumult of emotions being brought to the
surface in our rite.
Representing China, Ben (below) unwrapped from
Chinese-character-adorned paper an I Ching coin and a
mandarin fruit, which he gracefully offered a segment
of to each of the other tribal representatives. This
gift-giving performed by several of the initiates
seemed an integral part of the cultural exchange,
Imagios/Bennu represented the Siberian and Mongolian
peoples by talking of their fly-agaric-imbibing
reindeer shamans, in both English and Czech languages.
Representing the Farming Peoples of the South
Americas, Simon(left and above) affirmed our Kinship by acknowledging
the Galactic Source, Hunab Ku, and with the Mayan
greeting, 'InLakesh', meaning, 'I am another
Yourself.' He then performed a graceful Cherokee
Adam (right) did a more severe dance to represent the
Hunting Peoples of the North.
Placing a dog skull in the circle, he crouched low in warrior eye-
paint, swayed and prowled about in ecstatic trance, howling
in an improvised shamanic Death Dance which was very
This was then counter-pointed with The
Dance of Life (animation and stills below), a Native American
dance and song shown to the group by Kieron. As most of us had
practiced this with him during the preceding week's circles, we
all joined in with the rotating swoop and gathering
motion of this, weaving a web of intent into and out
from our circle.
Because we were representing source-races rather than
more recent sub-divisions, some of the cultural
archetypes seemed grouped strangely -for example Evan (left)
representing both Australian (where he has lived for
most of his life) and Dravidian peoples (interestingly
he came to the UK via India, a trip planned before his
role in the ritual had solidified). So I painted the
traditional Shivaite trident markings on his forehead
in combination with the Aboriginal designs he had
adorned his body with, and he performed a dance with
story-telling which combined the Rainbow Serpent land
mythology of the Australian Aboriginals with the
kundalini serpents of the Dravidians. This also seemed
apt for the whole concept behind the Global Chakra
Workings, that of resonating the microcosms of our
personal kundalini with that of the Earth.
Being also from Australia, I danced around the
periphery of the circle clicking clapsticks while Evan
spoke and danced his dreamtime tale, and Jasmine also
accompanied on didgeridoo. This kind of hybrid
representation brought us back to the whole
multi-cultural cross-pollination the idea of the 13th
Tribe represents, reminding us that we began all as
one people and the layers of diversification only
leads back to our origins as One People.
In fact the whole difficult process of finding the
twelve initiates for the working had constantly
reminded me of this -so far have we gone into cultural
blending in the modern world that it would be
nigh-impossible to find people to represent these
ancient source races in any kind of pure way. Instead
it was to do with resonances, reMembrances, and who
did what reflected this global hybrid reality of the
13th Tribe as already very present.
For example, Jasmine (right and above) is half Scottish and half Negro,
yet chose to represent the Islander people because this is the
people whose culture she feels most resonance with.
She danced in grass skirt and flowers, but decided
against singing the Hawaiian Pele (Volcano Goddess)
invocation she had prepared, because the elements were
already so intense at that point, with rain and cold
winds gusting through the circle.
Personally I think some earth-fire could have warmed us right up at
that point, but given the immediate effectiveness of
everything else we were doing, perhaps she chose
Houngan Richard (left), though of white skin and celtic
blood, knows the African traditions well as passed
down into Haiti, where he was initiated as a Voudon
Priest several years ago. Shaking Abdi -a
shell-adorned gourd consecrated as sacred rattle-
he evoked the Loa and primal energies of Ayida and
Damballah Wedo, the Rainbow Serpent of the African
Peoples. Like the Australian Almudj or Central
American Kukulcan/Quetzalcoatl, this great Earth
serpent can be seen as the kundalini of the Earth
itself, coruscating through the rainbow spectrum of
her chakras or sacred sites.
Bayard was the last to perform an individual rite,
and spoke of the importance of drums and rhythm to the
Several others began to beat drums in time to
his words, and the rain intensified. Lightning flashed
dramatically and booming thunder echoed the earthly
beats. He spoke of the affiliation of drums and rain,
and said that rain is a great blessing for the end of
Without wanting to disrupt his flow too
much, I felt urged to whisper rather urgently that the
ritual was only actually about halfway through
-because Bayard had been unable to attend the circles
and preparations all week he seemed unaware of this.
The last thing we really needed was more rain to be
Too late it seemed as the thunder crashed and the sky
darkened further. Bayard received his token piercing
(he does not mark his body in any way), the ring being
attached to the panther fang he wore over his chest.
Under a blackening and pregnant sky, I went to
circle's edge to receive my own -and the final-
piercing, as Venom had to leave soon to begin her new
piercing job (she had not expected the ceremony to be
so lengthy) that very day.
As I prepared myself -breathing deep in an attempt to
still the tingling fire which was by now coursing
through my nervous system- I stated aloud my intent to
feel and release the accumulated fears and pains of
all peoples and cultures, having suddenly realized
this was my role as the representative of the global
13th Tribe of collective humanity. As Venom asked
where I wanted it (each initiate had specified the
depth and location of their individual piercing within
the heart chakra area), I suddenly realized I should
go for the left nipple rather than a mere surface
piercing in the central chest, considering what I was
taking on symbolically.
Sure enough this was very painful, as my nipples
-already super-sensitive from my estrogen intake years
ago (a sensitivity deliberately magickally retained) -
were particularly sensitised lately from some of the
kundalini yogas and massage techniques I had been
employing recently to help bring my energy to the
heart chakra area (what with the associations of the
nipples with nurturing also).
Tears ran down my face and I was immediately swept
into a sensation of ecstatic release. Many of the
personal anxieties and tensions I had inadvertently
accumulated in the difficult process of birthing this
ritual were let go of, and I surrendered to the
simplicity of Love and Truth.
With my own final ritual piercing the first half of
the ceremony was complete, that of individual cultural
expressions and purifications. Now it was time to
proceed to the Weaving, the bringing together of these
diverse strands in a Great Web of Unity.
As if testing on cue how much we really wanted to do
this, the heavens split wide and cold rain now poured
rather than trickled down. Shivering and reaching for
cloaks and blankets, we huddled together around the
circle. Those less involved in the rite fled for the
scant shelter of the Tower a few hundred metres away,
flattening themselves against its scaffolding-enfolded
bulk in an attempt to escape the elemental onslaught.
As hail now joined the water (Kieron later quipped
that the spirits had taken his circle-casting cries
of, 'Hail and welcome' too literally!), knuckle-sized
pellets of Ice pummelling us, I saw several faces
crossed with the thought of fleeing. But none of us
dispersed, instead we came together at this point of
ordeal, and joined hands.
I was being rather explicitly reminded that in the
Mayan 13-moon calendar which we were distinctly
resonating with in our ritual (see later) it was Storm
day! I had noticed this a week or so prior and
wondered if this would be a problem weatherwise, then
thought, 'Nah, I shouldn't take it so literally, it
probably just means there will be lots of intense
'stormy' energy raised...' Well there was, but I guess I
shouldn't have been surprised that the physical
elements reflected this also, considering the very
earthed nature of our ritual...
Another aspect I later contemplated in relation to
this freak summer solstice storm was that of Odin and
the Twelve Gods of Asgard, one of the many
multi-cultural mythic resonances (Arthur and Twelve
Knights, Zeus and Twelve Greek Gods...) of the 12 and 13
point mandalas we were creating with our rite. Odin
-one of the main deities I have been invoking lately
in ritual theatre while in Europe- is also Woden,
ancient God of Storms...
I hit the sacred chime -which now quite wet had
not quite the full resonance we had become used to at
David's sanctuary- and announced the Muladhara (Base)
Chakra and its colour red. Its attributes of survival
and instinct hardly needed vocalization at that point!
As we began the now-familiar chant of the bass
Muladhara 'Ohh' tone, its resonance united us and
began to stave off the elemental onslaught. A creeping
warmth emanated from the collective vibration as we
resonated it thirteen times. The sacrament
bearer of Earth proceeded around the circle, reaching
under cloaks to anoint the base of each initiate's
spine with sacred silken mud from beneath the Tor (the
acquisition of this is another story...). Earthed, we
stood in solidarity.
The hail had stopped by the time we reached the
second chakra, nevertheless it was still raining hard
and I wondered fleetingly whether to skip the wheel of
water as we seemed to have more than enough of it
However, I did proceed with the Svadisthana, 'Oooh'
tone and John -the sacrament-bearer of Water, daubed
each initiate's already-slippery spine at the navel
level with the sacred water from a Thousand Springs
around the World as we collectively shifted up to this
second tone (chanted 13 times) and the colour Orange.
The resonant vibrations continued to charge and warm
our quivering forms.
By the time we were a few breaths into the Manipura
(solar plexus) chakra's powerful and radiant, 'Ahhh'
tone and Anna -the sacrament bearer of Fire- was
smudging our spines at this new (golden) level with
sage and copal, the rain had ceased.
Everyone was quite deep in trance now, eyes closed or
turned downwards. I'm not sure why I looked up, but
once I did I was so astounded that I stopped chanting
long enough to draw everyone else's attention to the
Although the rest of the sky as far as we could see
(which was a considerable distance from high up on the
Tor) was full of dark and brooding storm-clouds, there
was now a hole of clear light right above our circle,
as if the resonance of our chanting and energy had
parted the very heavens above us...!
The serpent-fire now successfully raised to the chakra of Manipura, I
wiped the chime dry and let it's fourth tone resound,
announcing our collective arrival at full focus on the
On to PART II -THE WEAVING -UNITY
Back to the GATHERING of the 13