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The God | ||||||||||||||||||||||
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Blazing God, You who are the King of the Gods, Lord of the Sun, Master of all that is wild and free; Father of woman and man; Lover of the Moon Goddess and protector of all the Craft: Descend, I pray, With your Solar ray of power Upon my circle here! |
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Ancient God of the forest deep, Master of beast and Sun; Here where the world is hushed and sleeps Now that the day is done. I call You in the ancient way Here is my circle round, Asking that You will hear me pray And send Your Sun force down. |
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"Come to us Lord of the Hunt, Sacred Herdsman, and Divine Smith. Put by your horn, lay aside your crook, stow your hammer, and quit your forge for now. Wipe your brow, and come find your leisure in the midst of our good company. Have a seat, put up your feet, and pour yourself a cold draught. By the virtue of your work have you earned a rest, for well have your cared for the wild beasts and domesticated flocks. And many a time has your forge burned long into the night with you hard at work creating lightning bolts of such exquisite beauty and terrible power as we have ever beheld. Join us Great Lord, and indulge yourself to the fullest. May you know no want in our presence, for thanks to you and the Goddess, we know no want. We raise our glasses high and toast your greatness. All hail the God of the Wild Magicks." |
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Hear Our Prayer, O best and Many-Named God. Fine-haired, solitary, and full of lovely song; Many shaped and noble nurturer of all, Maiden and youth in one, unwithering bloom, O Adonis You vanish and grow again in the fair seasons' turn. Cernunnos, Pan, Myrddhn, two horned Spirit of growth and blooming; Much loved and wept for are you, O Fair and Youthful Hunter of the luxuriant mane. Desire is in Your mind and You come to the Goddess In reverence and respect, in sensuous joy is your desire fulfilled You are the seed planted in the depths of the Underworld That springs forth, the Green God, that we may sustain our lives. You sacrifice Yourself in gentleness when you are grown. Come Kind-Hearted One, Come Blessed God, And bring much joy to all. Blessed Be. |
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