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 am the Consort and Mate of Her we adore, call forth to me.
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, Osiris , 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.
Invocation to Horned God
author unknown - as with so much on the web, the authors
name has long been detacted, if anyone can corredct this I would be thankful
By the flame that burneth bright, 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 hoof of the goat foot God!
By the moon lit meadow, on dusky hill,
When the hounted 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 fiery flame by starlight pale,
In shadowy host that rides the gale.
And by the ferndrakes, fairy haunted, of forests wild and woods enchanted,
come!
O Come! to the Heart-beats drum!
Come to us who gather below, when the brood 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!
Invocation of Pan
from Book The Great God Pan
by Arthur Machen
O Great God Pan
Beast and man,
Shepherd of goats and Lord of the Land,
I call you to attend my rites
On this most magical of nights.
God of the wine,
God of the vine,
God of the fields and god of the kine,
Attend my circle with your love
And send your blessings from above.
Help me to heal;
Help me to feel;
Help me to bring forth love and weal.
Pan of the forests, Pan of the glade,
Be with me as my magic is made!
Invocation to Horned God
Author Unknown - This version is very similar to the first
one.
By the flame that burneth bright, 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 hoof of the goat foot God!
By the moon lit meadow, on dusky hill,
When the hounted 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 fiery flame by starlight pale,
In shadowy host that rides the gale.
And by the ferndrakes, fairy haunted, of forests wild and woods enchanted,
come?
O Come! to the Heart-beats drum!
Come to us who gather below, when the brood 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!
Art (c) Jessica Galbreth
Invocation to the God of Summer
Starhawk
Lord of the colors of day
Untamed Awakener of Hearts
Comforter of sorrows
The namer
Clear-sighted dancer
Morning's son
Vine-ripened Seed
Many-jeweled one
Hunter Wild beast
Guide
Come to us!
You are dry Drink of us!
We are the dew-filled flowers
That open To your golden shaft.