| 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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