Nyt | Date: Saturday, 2011-08-13, 12:28 PM | Message # 1 |
Duir
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| Invocation for the Sun King
By the Sun that burneth bright! O’ Great One! We Call thy name into the Light! O’ Brilliant One! Thee we invoke by sun kissed shores By arid deserts and lightened moors Thee we invoke where gather thine own In groves, once sacred, forgotten and alone Come, where your praises are whispered and sang! Your altars are dressed from Stones to Stang! By the sun lite meadows and the rounded green hills, Where the crops are bursting and the gardens are filled. Come to the charm of the chanted prayer As the sun warms the blustering air Evoke thy powers, that potent bide In glistening lakes and ocean tides. From the fiery flames of sunlit heat In the brilliant balefire, O’er which we leaped Come! O’ Come! The drum beats rung Come to us who gather below As the disk through the sky rides but slow As the willows sway, and the birds sing sweet We dance thy round, glistening in the heat. We speak thy spell, chant thy prayer From Sabbet to Sabbet! For you we dare! Brightest of the gods, on thee we call! Blessings be on thy creatures All!
Nyt '2000
"I amar prestar aen, han mathon ne nen, han mathon ne chae a han noston ned 'wilith"
The world is changing, I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air.
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Lemur | Date: Thursday, 2011-09-01, 10:57 AM | Message # 2 |
She Who Must Be Obeyed
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| Invocation to the Horned God
Originally by Doreen Valiente, this may be a slightly modified verson.
By the flame that burneth bright O Horned One! We call Thy name into the night O Ancient One!
Thee we invoke by the moon-led sea By the standing stone and the twisted tree Thee we invoke where gather thine own By the nameless shrine forgotten and lone
Come where the round of the dance is trod Horn and hoof of the goat-foot God (OR stag-foot God) By moonlit meadow on dusky hill When the haunted wood is hushed and still
Come to the charm of the chanted prayer As the moon bewitches the midnight air Evoke Thy powers, that potent bide In shining stream and secret tide
In fiery flame, by starlight pale In shadowy host that ride the gale And by the fern-brakes fairy-haunted Of forests wild and woods enchanted
Come! O Come! To the heartbeats drum!
Come to us who gather below When the broad white moon is climbing slow Through the stars to the heavens height We hear Thy hoofs on the wind of night
As black tree branches shake and sigh By joy and terror we know Thee nigh We speak the spell Thy power unlocks At Solstice, Sabbat, and Equinox
With words of virtue the veil to rend From primal dawn to the wide world's end Since time began - The blessing of Pan! (OR Since the stars first burned - The blessing of Herne!)
Blessed be all in hearth and hold Blessed in all worth more than gold Blessed be in strength and love Blessed be wher'er we rove
Vision fade not from our eyes Of the faery paradise Past the gates of death and birth Our inheritance of earth
From our soul the song of spring Fade not in our wandering Our life with all life is one, By blackest night or noonday sun
Eldest of gods, on Thee we call Blessing be on Thy creatures all.
Blessed be.
“There are two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” — Albert Einstein
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