Pan
Pan rituals are usually fun and surrounded by music, feasting, and laughter.  Invoke Pan into your Beltane ritual or any ritual involving sensuality.
Invocation
O Pan, come into our midsts, God of the Rut!  You who play the Pipes and lead us into the Dance, come now and join our merriment.  Come now and inspire our bodies and hearts. Pan, God of the Woodland, Shepherd of Wild Ones, travel from Arcadia to be with us now, Goat-Horned Lord!
Devocation
Goat God!  We have danced and drunk and sung Your tunes.  Even as You leave us, know that we honor and respect Your masculine strength and vigor.  Be with us in the fields and the forest and the wild places of nature.  Io Pan!
Invocation
O Great God Pan,
Beast and man,
Shepherd of goats and Lord of the Land,
I call you to attend my rites
On this most magickal of nights.
God of the wine,
God of the vine,
God of the fields and God of the kine,
Attend my circle with your love
And send Your blessings from above.
Help me to heal;
Help me to feel;
Help me to bring forth love and weal.
Pan of the forests, Pan of the glade,
Be with me as my magick is made!
"Hymn to Pan" By Aleister Crowley, 1929
Thrill with the lissome lust of the light,
O man! My man!
Come careening out of the night
Of Pan! Io Pan!
Io Pan! Io Pan!  Come over to the sea
From Sicily and from Arcady!
Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards,
And nymphs and satyrs for thy guards,
On a milk-white ass, come over the sea
To me, to me,
Come with Apollo in bridal dress
(Shepherdess and pythoness)
Come with Artemis, silken shod,
And wash thy white thigh, beautiful God,
In the moon of the woods, on the marble mount,
The dimpled dawn of the amber fount!
Dip the purple of passionate prayer
In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare,
The soul that startles in eyes of blue
To watch thy wantonness weeping through
The tangled grove, the gnarled bole
Of the living tree that spirit and soul
And body and brain - come over the sea,
Io Pan! Io Pan!
Devil or God, to me, to me,
My man! My man!
Come with trumpets sounding shrill
Over the hill!
Come with drums low muttering
From the spring!
Come with flute and come with pipe!
Am I not ripe?
I, who wait and writhe and wrestle
With air that hath no boughs to nestle
My body, weary of empty clasp,
Strong as a lion and sharp as an asp -
Come, O Come!
I am numb
With the lonely lust of devildom.
Thrust the sword through the galling fetter,
All- devourer, all begetter;
Give me the sign of the Open Eye,
And the token erect of thorny thigh,
And the word of madness and mystery,
Io Pan! Io Pan!
Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan Pan! Pan,
I am a man:
Do as thou wilt, as a great god can,
O Pan! Io Pan!
Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! I am awake
In the grip of the snake.
The eagle slashes with beak and claw;
The Gods withdraw;
The great beasts come, Io Pan! I am borne
To death on the horn
Of the Unicorn.
I am Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan!
I am thy mate, I am thy man,
Goat of thy flock, I am gold, I am god,
Flesh to thy bone, flower to thy rod.
With hoofs of steel I race on the rocks
Through solstice stubborn to equinox.
I rave; and I rape and I rip and I rend
Everlasting, world without end,
Mannikin, maiden, maenad, man,
In the might of Pan.
Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan! Io Pan!
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