Tag: Invocation

Call of the God

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I am the radiant King of the Heavens, flooding the Earth with warmth and encouraging the hidden seed of creation to burst forth into manifestation.  I lift my shining spear to light the lives of all beings and daily pour forth my gold upon the Earth, putting to flight the powers of darkness.  

I am the master of the beasts wild and free. I run with the swift stag and soar as a sacred falcon against the shimmering sky. The ancient woods and wild places emanate my powers, and the birds of the air sing of my sanctity.  

I am also the last harvest, offering up grain and fruits beneath the sickle of time so that all may be nourished.  For without planting there can be no harvest; without winter, no spring.  
Worship me as the thousand-named Sun of creation, the spirit of the horned stag in the wild, the endless harvest.  See in the yearly cycle of festivals my birth, death and rebirth - and know that such is the destiny of all creation.  

I am the spark of life, the radiant Sun, the giver of peace and rest, and I send my rays of blessings to warm the hearts and strengthen the minds of all.

Song of the Goddess

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I am the Great Mother, worshiped by all creation and existent prior to their consciousness.  I am the primal female force, boundless and eternal.  

I am the chaste Goddess of the Moon, the Lady of all magic.  The winds and moving leaves sing my name.  I wear the crescent Moon upon my brow and my feet rest among the starry heavens.  I am mysteries yet unsolved, a path newly set upon.  I am a field untouched to the plow.  Rejoice in me and know the fullness of youth.  

I am the blessed Mother, the gracious Lady of the harvest, I am clothed with the deep, cool wonder of the Earth and the gold of the fields heavy with grain.  By me the tides of the Earth are ruled; all things come to fruition according to my season.  I am refuge and healing.  I am the life-giving Mother, wondrously fertile.  

Worship me as the Crone, tender of the unbroken cycle of death and rebirth.  I am the wheel, the shadow of the Moon.  I rule the tides of women and men and give release and renewal to weary souls.  Though the darkness of death is my domain, the joy of birth is my gift.  

I am the Goddess of the Moon, the Earth, the Seas.  My names and strengths are manifold.  I pour forth magic and power, peace and wisdom.  I am the eternal Maiden, Mother of all, and Crone of darkness and I send you blessings of limitless love.