The following text is a transcript of the Cremation of Care as videotaped by Alex Jones at Bohemian Grove, July 15, 2000:

The Owl is in His leafy temple
Let all within the grove be reverent before Him
Lift up your heads, oh ye trees
And be lifted up ye everlasting spires
For behold! Here is bohemia’s shrine
And holy are the pillars of this house

(Sound of a bell)

Weaving spiders come not here!

(Sound of a bell)

Hail, Bohemians!
With the ripple of waters
The song of birds
Such music as inspires the sinking soul
Do we invite you into Midsummer’s joy
The sky above is blue and sown with stars
The forest floor is heaped with fragrant grit
The evening’s cool kiss is yours
The campfire’s glow
The birth of rosy fingered dawn
Shake off your sorrows with the city’s dust
And cast to the winds the cares of life
But memories bring back the well-loved names of gallant friends
Who knew and loved this grove
Dear boom companions of a long ago
Aye, let them join us in this ritual!
And not a piece be empty in our midst
All of these battles to hold
In this gray autumn of the world
Or in the springtime of your heart
Attend our tale
Gather ye forest folks!
And cast your spells over these mortals
Touch their world-blind eyes with carrion

Open their eyes to fancy
Follow the memories of yesterday
And seal the gates of sorrow
It is a dream
And yet, not all a dream
Dull Care in all of his works
Harbored it
As vanished Babylon and goodly Tyre
So shall they also vanish
But the wilding rose blows on the broken battlements of Tyre
And moss rends the stones of Babylon
For beauty is eternal
And we bow to beauty everlasting
For lasting happiness we turn our eyes to one alone,
And she surrounds you now
Great nature, refuge of the weary heart,
And only balm to breasts that have been bruised
She hath cool hands for every fevered brow
And gentlest silence for the troubled soul
Her councils are most wise
She healeth well
Having such ministries as calm and sleep
She is ever faithful
Other friends may fail
But seek ye her in any quiet place
Smiling, she will rise and give to you her kiss
So must ye come as children
Little children that believe do not ever doubt her beauty or her faith
Nor deem her tenderness can change or die

(Music)

Bohemians and priests!
The desperate call of heavy hearts is answered
By the power of your fellowship, Dull Care is slain
His body has been brought yonder to our funeral pyre
To the joyous piping of a funeral march;
Our funeral pyre awaits the corpse of Care

(Music as a small boat across a lake containing the effigy of Care, received by dark hooded individuals )

O thou, thus ferried across the shadowy tide
In all the ancient majesty of death
Dull Care, ardent enemy of beauty
Not for thee the forgiveness or the restful grave
Fire shall have its will of thee
And all the winds make merry with thy dust
Bring fire!

(Music)

[Laughter]

Fools!
Fools!
Fools!
When will ye learn
That me ye cannot slay?
Year after year ye burn me in this grove
Lifting your puny shouts of triumph to the stars
When again ye turn your faces to the marketplace
Do you not find me waiting as of old?
Fools!
Fools!
Fools to dream you conquer care

Ye shall burn me once again!
Not with these flames!
Which hither ye have brought
From regions where I reign
Ye fools and priests
I spit upon your fire!

(Fireworks)

O Owl! Prince of all mortal wisdom
Owl of Bohemia, we beseech thee
Grant us thy council

(Following verse sung with music)

No fire…
No fire…
No fire…
Unless it be kindled in the world
Where care is nourished
On the hates of men
And drive Him from this grove
One flame alone must light this fire
One flame alone must light this fire
A pure, eternal flame
A pure, eternal flame
At last, within the lamp of Fellowship
Upon the altar of Bohemia

O Great Owl of Bohemia!
We thank thee for thy adjuration
Begone detested care!
Begone!
Once more, we banish thee!
Begone Dull Care!
Fire should have its will of thee!
Begone Dull Care!
And all the winds make merry with thy dust
Hail, fellowship’s eternal flame!
Once again Midsummer sets us free!

(Screams as the effigy is set on fire)

Aurora Borealis means ‘red dawn of the north’, and signify the northern light. The northern lights are seen as a celestial luminosity which appears abruptly, illuminating the sky with incredible speed in great arcs as ghostly wisps in green, yellow, red and violet dance. This surreal lightshow has inspired myths and legends all over the world: The Inuit of Greenland believed the lights came from the Realm of the Dead, caused by spirits trying to contact their living relatives, and their voice could be heard as a whistling, crackling noise. Many Native Americans believed that they could summon ghosts and spirits by whistling to the lights; considered to be a dangerous task. Another common belief was that the northern lights were the reflections in the sky of huge fires in the distant north, or that God himself lighted up the dark and cold parts of the world. Another romantic conception, found in Danish folklore, is that these lights were due to a throng of swans flying so far to the north that they were caught in the ice: each time they flapped their wings, they created reflections which created the northern lights. Norwegian sailors would say that the display was the souls of maidens waving and dancing in the night-sky; and in Greenland some Eskimos considered the aurora to be the spirits of stillborn or murdered children. In ancient Norse mythology, aurora rays were perceived as the reflections of the shields of the Valkyries as they rode across the sky bearing warriors slain in battle to their heroic resting place in Valhalla. In ancient times, most people were afraid of the lights. Children would be brought inside when the mystifying flames of auroras spread across the heavens, for the lights or the spirits could descend to take life, even cut heads off. The Lapps of Northern Sweden were fearful of the supernatural powers of the brilliant lights: in order to protect themselves they would remain indoors and chant; or if outside, they would be sure to cover up and so keep out of reach of the rays. Alaskan Inuit people were likewise suspicious of the lights; they hid their children and even carried sharp knives as protection, and further means of warding off the lights’ threatening powers were to hurl dog excrement or urine at the aurora. In many places northern lights were a threat to people’s lives and health. Inuit people of the Canadian Arctic, however, believed in the aurora’s curative powers and their shamans would make astral journeys to the aurora in order to receive advice on how to treat the sick and even rescue souls from death. In China and Japan northern lights have been linked to fertility, being considered a prediction of a forthcoming birth. The aurora could even be called upon to help women through the painful experience of childbirth. In Iceland it was believed that if a pregnant woman gazed at the northern lights her child would be cross eyed. In Swedish farming tradition the aurora is thought to enhance the fruitfulness of the earth: when the northern lights are shining it means there will be an abundance of seeds and the promise of a rich harvest. On the American continent, the Copper Eskimos of northern Canada thought the aurora to be the spirits responsible for good weather and bountiful hunting. In Scandinavian folklore one explanation for the lights is that they are the sun’s rays reflecting off great shoals of herring in the northern sea: a welcome omen for fishermen to haul in large catches of fish. In many areas in the Nordic countries it was widely believed that the northern lights were a vengeful force killing those who mocked it. Many believed it was a message from the creator. Flaming auroras reminded people that their creator still cared, and an old tale said that “God is angry when the aurora flames”. During medieval times the northern lights were an omen of war, disasters or plagues. Some cultures have welcomed the celestial lights as boding good fortune; others have greatly feared the light as a messenger of impending doom and harbinger of disaster and calamity.