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| 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. Scourge 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, Cernunnos, 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." |
| The God The God is usually represented as either the lover or son of the Goddess. His attributes are strength, justice, protection, and the guardianship or all things wild. He stands sentry at the doorway between life and death. Most witches see the God as the Greek Pan or British Herne, lords of the hunt, resplendent with horns. Early Christians demonized Pan's image, borrowing his cloven hooves and horns for their devil, Satan. In fact, the Bible never describes Satan as having such an apperance. |
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| Invocation to the Horned God By the flame that burneth bright, O Horned One! We call thy name into the night, O Horned 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 goatfoot 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 secret tide. In firey flame by starlight pale, In shadowy host that rides the gale, And by the fern-brakes fairy-haunted Of forests wild and woods enchanted. Come! Come! To the heart-beats drum! Come to us who gather below When the broad white moon is climbing slow Through the stars to the heaven's 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. By- Lady Sheba |