I’m in a group on Facebook, and we got onto the topic of Charges to the Gods. I’ve never used Doreen Valiente’s charges, nor any others of that matter, as I’ve never felt the need to use one. To me, that’s always been quite a Wiccan element to ritual, and my practice has been a mixture of Witchcraft, OceanCraft and Druidry. But through the topic we were discussing, I felt inspired to write one when the time came.
I’ve been feeling such an immense masculine energy of late, and I’ve never felt it this strong before. Herne has been calling me, so I am answering. This has been very much automatic writing, but this is what I came up with.
My ‘Charge of the God’, if you will. Kinda went off on an automatic writing experience with this one. Please do not copy this and claim it as your own. This is mine, I just want to share it. Take ideas from it, sure, but please don’t repost it anywhere else claiming it as your own.
I am the father of this land
I am the sun growing the crops in the field
and the seed that ripens on mother earth
I am the protector of animals
I am the sound of hoofs in the forest
I am the rustle of leaves
I am the autumn leaf falling to the ground at your feet
I am the power of the wilderness
I am the strength of the running stag
I am the power of the rising river
I am the balance to the goddess
I am her companion in the winter months
I am her lover at Beltane
I am he who whispers in your ear at night
telling you tales as you drift off into slumber
of lands long gone, far far away
from the safety of your eucalypt tree
I am found on every land
I am not bound to one
I move within worlds, within forests, within sunlight and shadow
I move with the wild herds, and the sleeping packs
I am the Hunter, and the hunted
I am protector to the hunted
I am their father, they are my sons and daughters
I am their brother, they are my kin
I am found within every man who honours woman
I am within your mate
I am within you, as the seed that bore you once came from me
I am the Green Man, the face in the trees
I am Cernunnos
I am the Horned God
I am Herne the Hunter
You are my Child
and I will protect you, be your father, be your brother
Run beside you in the wildnerness of this new world
Times have changed, but I am still here
With you, beneath your eucalypt tree.
2 thoughts on “Charge of the God”
Wow, this is a great charge. It is amazing how the ‘muse’ can just grave us out of nowhere and make us write.
By the way what is oceancraft? I tried googling, but found nothing in relation to Paganism/Witchcraft
Thank-you! OceanCraft is just my name for it. I think others refer to it as Sea Magick. Everything I did was at the ocean – every Sabbat, every moon, every spell or celebration was done by the water, working with the water. Others go behind an altar in their home, some go into the forests or bushland; I went to the beach.