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| Invocation of the Goddess |
| I invoke and call upon thee O mother Goddess. Who shines for all, who flows through all. Maiden, Mother and crone. I invite you to my circle. Touch me, Change me, Make me whole. |
| Invocation of the God |
| I invoke and call upon the O Father God. Lord of the Sun, Master of all that is wild and free. I invite you to my circle. Touch me, Change me, Make me whole. |
| Charge of the Goddess |
| Hear ye the words of the Star Goddess; she in the dust of whose feet are the hosts of heaven, and whose body encircles the Universe. "I who am the beauty of the green earth, and the white moon amoung the stars, and the mystery of the waters, call unto thy soul: Arise, and come unto me. For I am the soul of nature, who gives life to the universe. From me all things proced, and unto me all things must return; and before my face, beloved of gods and of men, let thine innermost divine self be enfolded in the rapture of the infinite. Let my worship be within the heart that rejoices; for behold, all acts of love and pleasure are my rituals. And therefore let there be beauty and strength, power and compassion, honor and humility, mirth and reverence within you. And thou who thinksest to seek me, know that thy seeking and yearning shall avail thee not unless thou knowest the mystery: that if that which thou seekest thou findest not within thee, thou wilt never find it without. For behold, I have been with thee from the beginning and i am that which is attained at the end of desire." |
| Charge of the God |
| 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 soear to the lives of all the beings and daily pour forth my golden rays upon the Earth, putting to flight the powers of darkness. I am the spirit of all beasts wild and free. I run with the stag and soar as a sacred falcon against the shimmering sky. The ancient woods and wild places emanate my powers, the birds of the air sing of my sanctity. I am the 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 there can be no spring. I am the thousand named Sun of creation, know that by all names I am the same. The spirit of the horned stag in the wild, the endless haevest. See in the yearly cycle of festivals of 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. I send my rays of blessings to warm the hearts and strengthen the minds of all. |
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