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Charge of the WIld God
I
am the strength of the rock at thy back, the roots of the tree that anchor the
earth, and the deepest of tides in the black depths of the ocean. I am the
Hunter and the Sacred Prey, the warmth of the sun in the swelling grapes, and
the call of the road that leads over the hill.
I
give you, my creatures, the fire of love, the power of the wind on your face,
shelter from the darkest storm. You are dear to me, and I instill in you my
power... The power of peace hard earned, the power of vision and magical sight,
and the spark of elemental fire, which is the primal light in the darkest depth
of night and the lingering tendrils of dreams, I charge thee; and by the beauty
of your own creation, I charge thee;
Follow
your heart and your instinct, wherever thy lead you. The wealth of the heart
will guide you where the cold edge of logic cannot take you.
Take joy in the powers of your bodies. The form your body takes is unique in the universe, and is chief among your tools.