The Invocation of PAN Sinc e we're coming up on the August full moon, I thought some of yo

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The Invocation of PAN Sinc e we're coming up on the August full moon, I thought some of you wild and woolly pagan types out there might be interested in the following invocation of Pan This is an excerpt from THE BOOK OF URIEL, Part one, the Sixth Vision LUNA, corresponding to the twenty-ninth path of the Cabalah. There are a few phrases you had better understand if you are going to try this invocation. It's not a good idea to say words or phrases you don't fully understand or you could find yourself beset by long- leggedy beasties. If you screw up an invocation by stumbling on a word or phrase, you've blown it, and the ritual won't work. You have to try another day. This ritual will be posted in two parts, but first here are some important definitions. SILENT ONE - refers to Pan, of whom it was said that he slept at midday, and that a look from him could drive to to a 'panic'. FORGOTTEN ONE - Another epithet of Pan, who was officially declared to be dead, during the reign of the Roman emperor Tiberius. ARCADIA - the part of Greece where Pan hailed from. TWICE-MOTHERED - one of the names of the Greek god Dionysos. CHILD OF THE SKY - the meaning of the word 'Dionysos'. SHE WHO WORKS FROM AFAR - the meaning of the Greek name 'HECATE' goddess of the moon and of magic. ************************************** Part 1 O Silent One, Forgotten one, arise from your sleep of noon and overwhelm our hearts with ecstacies. Fill the heady air with the songs of reeds, and burst our breasts with passion. Bring on your sweet Arcadian dreams and the laughter of the revellers in the forest, for my beloved and I would lie in your secret places. We will build a shrine of leaves and upon a carpet of braided vines, celebrate your mystery, drink the bitter cup and fall into a rapture. Take us to the high hills, bind our eyes with garlands of violets, stop our mouths with the sweet honeycomb, and at that instant when our joy is greatest, with your titan hand, hurl us together into the crevice. We shall fall across the sky like stars. Like stars shall we explode and spread the veil of our essence across the heavens. O! Let me die in the arms of my beloved, for what can there be thereafter to eclipse that moment. Having climbed the mountain to its summit, I would rise higher still from its snowy peaks and lose myself utterly, rather than descend the nether side, and return again into shadow. Part 2 O Silent One, Forgotten One, Lead us to the temple of the twice-mothered, the Child of the Sky. There, far from the gloomy world of men, my love and I will lose ourselves forever on the bright threshold of the eternal. Prince of the woodlands, my beloved and I would see you. You who are cloaked in forests and hills and streams, concealed by the warm earth itself and hidden in the hearts of mountains, show forth, and fill us with your madness. By it, we shall either be destroyed or translated into light. In the depths of night, within the walls of Tirzah, we cast our lot with love, and now await with resignation, whatever the dawn may bring. My beloved and I are in that sweet twilight of mind, that quiet state of victory, that comes only from submission. We have made ourselves outcasts, and walk the path of the rejected. Those who despise us are filled with envy, for we have had the courage to drink forbidden wine. We have done that which our enemies fain would do, but dare not. They are guided by the laws of men and have placed these laws into the mouths of their gods. Under the gaze of She Who Works From Afar, we have cut our ties with man-made things. Arise, Silent One, The reddening sun fills us with laughter. Come out of your midday slumber, look upon my love and me, that in the ensuing folly we may leap into the infinite. *END* TIRZAH - the Hebrew word for 'delight', also the name of a city mentioned in the biblical Song of Solomon.

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