The Charge of the 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
                                   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,
                                                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.



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