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Charge of the God


Offering to Great God Pan by KakoBrutua

Offering to Great God Pan by KakoBrutua

Since Wicca is about balance in the Universe; a newer addition to the tradition is the “Charge of the God”. Once again, there are several versions out there for you to choose from. I am listing two here for you to see; the first is from my personal Book of Shadows, the second was another version that I liked for its content and poetic flow. (Once again, you will notice that the version I use does not have the names of the God listed within the first line.)

As I said before; Wicca is about balance. For this reason I feel that the Charge of the God is necessary when invoking the combination of the Goddess and the God within your ritual. This gives you the balance of the feminine; (wisdom and emotion,) and the masculine; (strength and protection,) in your rituals and spell casting.

The Charge Of The God

Listen to the words of the Great Father, who of old was called by many names:

My law is harmony with all things.

Mine is the secret that opens the gates of life and Mine is the dish of salt of the Earth that is the body of Cernunnos, which is the eternal circle of rebirth.

I give the knowledge of life everlasting; and beyond death, I give the promise of regeneration and renewal.

I am the sacrifice, the Father of all things and My protection blankets the Earth.

Now hear the words of the dancing God, the music of whose laughter stirs the winds, whose voice circles the seasons:

I who am the Lord of the Hunt and the Power of the Light; sun among the clouds and the secret of the flame, I call upon your bodies to arise and come unto me.

For I am the flesh of the Earth and all its beings.

Through Me all things must die and with Me they are reborn.

Let My worship be in the body that sings–for behold, all acts of willing sacrifice are My rituals.

Let there be desire and fear, anger and weakness, joy and peace, awe and longing within you.

For these; too, are parts of the mysteries found within you, within Me. All beginnings have endings, and all endings have beginnings.

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The Charge of the God

Daniel Webster Christensen

Listen to the words of the Horned God, the guardian of all things wild and free, the keeper of the gates of death; he whose call all must answer:

I am the fire within your heart, the yearning of your soul; the hunter of knowledge and the seeker of the Holy Quest. I, the consort and mate of her we adore, say this to you: You who dare to find me, know that I am the untamed wind, the fury of the storm. Call unto me in the forest wild and on hilltop bare and seek me in the dankness, bright. Look in the wild places, I am there. Look at the smallest seed pushing up concrete, I am there. Look into your heart, I am there. Seek me with pride and humility, but seek me best with love and strength, for this is my path, and my fury is saved for the weak and the fearful. Keep this ever full in your mind: it is better to fall upon my sword and die than to live with fear in your heart.

Hear now the words of He who is the radiance of the Sun and the taste of salt upon your tongue. He whose bones grace your every meal.

Heed my call, beloved ones. Come unto me and learn the secrets of love and sacrifice. I was born on the longest night and fated to die by the next midwinter, but I know I shall rise again; for mine is the grain at harvest. On swift night wings, it is I who lay you at the Mother’s feet to be reborn. I take you in, I take you down, and there you learn the Mystery. Scourge and flame, blade and blood, these are mine, and gifts to thee.

Every jewel has a thousand facets, hear now the charge of They who are more than a sum of their parts.

I who have been called Hermes, Odin, Mithra, Osiris, Shiva and Coyote speak to thee in thy quest. I am the embodiment of all you are or could be. Trickster and tyrant. Scholar and warrior. Vagabond and family man. My names and guises number the grains of sand on the beach and the bones in your body. You must choose, for you cannot follow all of me. Where you decide fates how you live and how you die. Until that day, my children, come dance and sing; come live and laugh, for behold: this is my worship. Hear my summons and we shall stand untouched by sword or scythe. We shall be the Oak and the Holly. We will stand tall and guard Her Earth as She sleeps.

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