Invocations

Traditional Highland Invocation Modified-Womyn Only The Invocation of the Graces: I bathe my palms in showers of wine, In the lustral fire, in the seven elements, In the juice of rasps, in the milk of honey: And I place the nine pure choice graces In the fair fond face: The grace of form, the grace of voice, The grace of fortune, the grace of goodness, The grace of wisdom, the grace of charity, The grace of choice maidenliness, The grace of while-souled loveliness, The grace of goodly speech. Dark is yonder town, dark are those therein, Thou art the white swan, going in among them, Their hearts are under thy control Their tongues are beneath thy sole, Nor will they ever utter word to give thee offence. Thine is the skill of the fairy woman Thine is the virtue of Brid the calm, Thine is the grace of Maeri the mild, Thine is the tact of the woman of Greece, Thine is the beauy of Emir the lovely, Thine is the tenderness of Darthula delightful, Thine is the courage of Marbh the strong, Thine is the charm of Binne-Bheul. Thou art the door of the chief of hospitality, Thou art the surpassing star of guidance Thou art the step of the deer upon the hill, Thou art the step of the steed upon the plain Thou art the grace of the swan swimming, Thou art the loveliness of all lovely desires. All to bestow on thee their affection and their love. Slainte'! So mote it be. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tradition Highland Invocations Modified- Womyn Only The Invocation For Justice Oral Tradition Go at Dawn to a place where three streams meet. When the Sun rises to the very top of the Hills, cup your hands and fill them with water from the pint where the streams meet. Dip your face into your hands full of the water and repeat this invocation: I will wash my face in the nine rays of the sun As Mary washed her child in the rich fermented milk. Black is yonder town, black are those within, I am the white swan, queen above them all. I will travel in the name of the Goddess, In likeness of deer, In likeness of horse, In likeness of serpent, In likeness king: Stronger will it be with me Than with all persons. Slainte'! So mote it be.