The God

We see the God in the Sun, brilliantly shining overhead

during the day, rising and setting in the endless cycle

which governs our lives. Without the Sun we could not

exist; therefore it has been revered as the source of all life,

the warmth that bursts the dormant seeds into the life and hastens

the greening of the Earth after the cold snows of winter.

The God is also tender of the wild animals. As the Horned God

He is sometimes seen wearing horns on His headm symbolizing

His connection with these beasts. In earlier times, hunting

was one of the activities thought to be rules by the God, while

the domestication of animals as seen to be Goddess- oriented.

The God's domains include forests untouched by human hands,

 burning deserts and towering mountains. The stars, since they are but

distant suns, are sometimes thought to be under His domain.

The yearly cycle of greening, maturation and harvest has long been

associated with the Sun, hense the solar festivals of Europe

which are still observed in Wicca. The God is the fully

ripened harvest, intoxicating wine pressed from grapes, golden

grain waving in a lone field, shimmering apples hanging from

verdant boughs on October afternoons.

With the Goddess He also celebrates and rules sex. The Wicca

don't avoid sex or speak of it in hushed words. It's a part of nature

and is accepted as such. Since it brings pleasure, shifts our

awareness away from the everyday world and perpetuates our

species, it is thought to be sacred. The God lustily imbues us with

the urge that ensures our species' biological future.

Symbols often used to depict or to worship the God include

the sword, horns, spear, candle, gold, brass, diamond, the sickle,

arrow, magiackal wand, trident, knife and other. Creatures sacred

to Him include the bull, dog, snake, fish, stag, dragon, wolf, boar,

eagle, falcon, shark, lizard and many others.

The Charge of The God

Listen to the words of the Great Father,

who of old was called Osiris, Adonis, Zeus,

Thor, Pan, Cernunnos, Herne, Lugh and by

many other names.

Mine is the secret that opens the gates

of life and mine is the dish of salt of the

earth that is the body of Cernunnos that

is the eternal circle of rebirth.

I give the knowledge of life everlasting,

and beyond death I give the promise

of regeneration and renewal.

I am the sacrifice, the father of all things,

and my protection blankets the earth.

Hear the words of the dancing God,

the music of whose laughter stirs the winds,

whose voice calls the seasons.

I who am the Lord of the Hunt and the

Power of the Light, sun among the clouds and

the secret of the flame.

I call upon your bodies to arise and come unto

me.

For I am the flesh of the earth and all its

beings.

Thru me all things must die and within me

are reborn.

Let my worship be in the body that sings,

for behold all acts willing to sacrifice are

my rituals.

Let there by desire and fear, anger and

weakness, joy and peace, awe and longing

within you.

For these too are part of the mysteries

found within yourself, within me,

all beginnings have endings, and all

endings have beginnings.

The Charge of The Horned God

Listen to the words of the Horned God,

 the Guardian of all things wild and free,

and Keeper of the Gates of Death,

 whose Call all must answer.

I am the fire within your heart... 

The yearning of your Soul. I am the Hunter

of Knowledge and the Seeker of the Holy

Quest I who stand in the darkness of

light I am He whom you have called

Death. I the Consort and Mate of Her we

adore, call forth to thee.

Heed my call beloved ones, come unto me

and learn the secrets of death and peace.

I am the corn at harvest and the fruit on the

trees. I am He who leads you home.

Scourage and Flame, Blade and Blood 

these are mine and gifts to thee.

Call unto me in the forest wild and on hilltop

bare and seek me in the Darkness Bright.

I who have been called; Pan, Herne, Osiris,

and Hades, speak to thee in thy search.

Come dance and sing; come live and smile,

for behold: this is my worship.

You are my children and I am thy father.

On swift night wings it is I who lay

you at the Mother's feet to be reborn and

to return again. Thou who thinks to seek me,

know that I am the untamed wind, the fury

of storm and passion in your Soul. Seek me

with pride and humility, but seek me best

with love and strength. For this is my path, 

and I love not the weak and fearful. Hear

my call on long Winter nights and we

shall stand together guarding Her Earth

as She sleeps.