The Dark God

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 She whom 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 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 Hadespeak to thee in thy search.

Come dance and sing; come love 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 know Me, know that I am the untamed wind, the fury of the storm and passion in your soul. Seek Me with courage, lest you be swept away in the seeking.

Seek with pride and humility, but see 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.

Listen to the Words of the Dark God, who was of old called Anubis, Donn, Hades, Sestar, Hodar, and by many other names:
I am the shadow in the bright day;
I am the reminder of mortality at the height of living.
I am the never ending viel of night where the Star Goddess dances.
I am the death that must be so that life may continue, for behold,
Life is immortal because the living must die.
I am the strength that protects, that limits;
I am the power that says no, and no further, and that is enough.
I am the things that can not be spoken of, and I am the laughter at the edge of death.

Come with me into the warm unfolding dark; feel my caresses in the hands, in the mouth, in the body of one you love, and be transformed.

Gather in the moonless night and speak in unknown tongues; and the Dark Mother and I will listen.

Sing out and cry out, and the power will be yours to wield.

Blow me a kiss when the sky is dark, and I will smile, but no kiss return; for my kiss is the final one for all mortal flesh.



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