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Charge of The God
Listen to the word of the Great Father, who of old was called Osiris, Adonis, Zeus, Thor, Pan, Cernunnos, Heren, Lugh, and by many other names:
"My law is harmony with all things. 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 knowledege 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 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. Through me all things must die and with me are reborn. Let my worship be in the body tha sings, for behold, all acts of willing sacrifice are my rituals. Let there be 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.
Charge Of The Horned God
By the flame that burneth brightly,
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 shore, forgotten and lone
Come where the round of the dance is trod
Horn and Hood of the Goat 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 the sacred tide
In firey flame by starlight pale,
In shadowy host that rides the gale.
And by the ferndrakes fairy haunted
Of forests wild and woods enchanted
And come? O come!
To the heart-beat's drum!
Come to us who gather below
When the broad white Moon is climbing slow
Come to us who gather to the heaven's height
We hear thy hooves on the wind of the 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!
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