Dria El
June 10th, 2001, 11:04 PM
Arianrhod
Wicca is not an evangelical religion. It has no need to seek converts; for we do not enter Wicca in response to any human call, but in response to the Horn of Herne the Hunter, which echoes in the deep caverns of our unconscious minds, and in response to the Goddess whose voice like a silver harp-whisper calls us to come to her altar.
The Charge of Arianrhod
Deep in the recesses of the human psyche, Our Lord the Horned One waited through the centuries until his time should come again. Then he took down from the oak in the center of the forest his hunting horn not blown for many a thousand year, and sounded three times upon it. He awoke the Goddess from her dreaming sleep and she spoke in a voice like a silver harp whisper and said:
I am Arianrhod,
of the spiral castle by the silver sea.
I am the last of my race,
without beginning and without ending;
for before ever time and change began,
my mother the Star Goddess
lay upon the Lord of Darkness and
brought me forth.
I am beyond sound and sight,
I cannot be touched,
I am She who dwells behind the veil of matter.
They ask if I exist
and I answer that I do
and I do not;
but at the end of cycles and seasons,
which some name Death
but those who have lifted my veil name Life,
on the shores of the Sea of Time you will find me,
my head turned to the wind,
walking by the waves of the aeons and waiting,
for your coming and your going.
In truth I was,
I am and I will be,
when all else has faded from your memory.
I am something which you possess,
and something which you seek,
I am the question that is also the answer;
I am that which binds and that which sets free;
I am the beginning of things;
I am the ending;
seek me and know me,
for I am She.
The Goddess and the Horned God have risen and call their worshippers, from East and South and West and North, and whispering in the dreams of those who love them:
Seek us, find us, know us;
walk the way which lies between the worlds.
Wicca is not an evangelical religion. It has no need to seek converts; for we do not enter Wicca in response to any human call, but in response to the Horn of Herne the Hunter, which echoes in the deep caverns of our unconscious minds, and in response to the Goddess whose voice like a silver harp-whisper calls us to come to her altar.
The Charge of Arianrhod
Deep in the recesses of the human psyche, Our Lord the Horned One waited through the centuries until his time should come again. Then he took down from the oak in the center of the forest his hunting horn not blown for many a thousand year, and sounded three times upon it. He awoke the Goddess from her dreaming sleep and she spoke in a voice like a silver harp whisper and said:
I am Arianrhod,
of the spiral castle by the silver sea.
I am the last of my race,
without beginning and without ending;
for before ever time and change began,
my mother the Star Goddess
lay upon the Lord of Darkness and
brought me forth.
I am beyond sound and sight,
I cannot be touched,
I am She who dwells behind the veil of matter.
They ask if I exist
and I answer that I do
and I do not;
but at the end of cycles and seasons,
which some name Death
but those who have lifted my veil name Life,
on the shores of the Sea of Time you will find me,
my head turned to the wind,
walking by the waves of the aeons and waiting,
for your coming and your going.
In truth I was,
I am and I will be,
when all else has faded from your memory.
I am something which you possess,
and something which you seek,
I am the question that is also the answer;
I am that which binds and that which sets free;
I am the beginning of things;
I am the ending;
seek me and know me,
for I am She.
The Goddess and the Horned God have risen and call their worshippers, from East and South and West and North, and whispering in the dreams of those who love them:
Seek us, find us, know us;
walk the way which lies between the worlds.