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 spear to light the lives of all beings and daily pour forth my golded 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 Son of Creation. Know that by all names I am the same. 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.
I send my rays of blessings to warm the hearts and strengthen the minds of all.
Song to Pan Should the raven catch your hair and seat a king of scarlet upon the heart's steep stair then, oh, the sights will you see there ~ a breaking of the crystal under a dark green glare....
A dark green glare, from eyes on fire from pools of deepest amber ~ circle your castle round with brair still
Pan will find your chamber....
Fill it to the brim, don't say when drink your fill and drink again hear the ocean roaring fill it to the brim, don't say when it's Pan that keeps on pouring....
Walnut hands, the eyes of a bear ~ he who seeks his sorrows out may find the lion's share with self~same breath He tempts and warms~ the fire that keeps the chill a bay is the very flame that burns....
The flame that burns, the song that slays when you hear what it is saying ~ let Panic chase us through the maze but Pan is only playing....
Fill it to the brim, don't say when drink your fill and drink again hear the ocean roaring fill it to the brim, don't say when it's Pan that keeps on pouring....
Dark watcher with tangled brows puts his finger to his lips let's hear no more of vows of promises we'll never keep nor of the secret dream that slip away as we rise from sleep....
As we rise from sleep as we rub our eyes to set the salt tears falling you can cover your eyes to drown his cries~
yet Pan just keep on calling....
**By: Mark Simos**
CHARGE OF THE HORNED GOD
Listen to the words of the Horned God, the guardian of all things wild and free,
the 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 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, He who leads you home.
Scourge and Flame, Blade and Blood, these are My gifts to thee.
Call unto Me in the forest wild and on hilltops bare,
and seek Me in the Darkness bright.
I who have been called Pan, Herne, Hades, speak to thee in thy search.
Come dance and sing; come live and smile for behold: this is My worship.
You are the children and I am thy Father.
On swift night wings it is I
who lay you at the Mothers 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 the 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.
