On this night, I dedicate my dreams to my ancestors and beloved dead that they may share messages.  Ginger squash soup, roast pork and lemon cake served with tea and wine, so they may feast with drumming and song.  I honor them as they live within me, they are part of me, with grateful thanks for their wisdom and sacrifice. I bless them as they transform and return to the lap of the god/dess/creator/great recycler.

For all the lost wandering souls, I remind you of the tiny seed of light within your heart.  Focus and breathe into it.  Watch it expand and grow, and carry you to your destination with love and compassion.  For you are loved and divine...