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
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