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66 Creating Circles & Ceremonies Strong as a lion and sharp as an asp— Come, O come! I am numb With the lonely lust of devildom Thrust the sword Through the galling fetter, All-devourer, all-begetter; Give me the sign of the Open Eye, And the token erect of thorny thigh, And the word of madness and mystery, O Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan Pan! Pan, I am a man: Do as thou wilt, as a great god can, O Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! I am awake In the grip of the snake, The eagle slashes with beak and claw; The gods withdraw: The great beasts come, Io Pan! I am borne To death on the horn Of the Unicorn. I am Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan! I am thy mate, I am thy man, Goat of thy flock, I am gold, I am god, Flesh to thy bone, flower to thy rod. With hooves of steel I race on the rocks Through solstice stubborn to equinox. And I rave; and I rape And I rip and I rend Everlasting, world without end, Manikin, maiden, maenad, man, In the might of Pan. Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan! Io Pan! —Aleister Crowley 58. Invocation of the Horned God By the flame that burneth bright, Oh Horned One! We call thy name into the night, Oh Ancient One! Thee we invoke, by the moon-led sea, By the standing stone and the twisted tree, Thee we invoke, where gather thine own, By the nameless shrine, forgotten and lone, Come where the round of the dance is trod, Horn and hoof of the goat-Foot God! By moonlit meadow, on dusky hill, When the haunted wood is hushed and still. Come to the charm of the chanted prayer, As the moon bewitches the midnight air. Evoke the powers that, potent, bide, In shining stream and secret tide, In fiery flame, by starlight pale, In shadowy host that rides the gale, And by the fern-brakes, faery-haunted, Of forests wild and woods enchanted. Come to us who gather below, When the broad, white moon is climbing slow Through the stars to the heaven’s height; We hear thy hooves on the winds of night! As black tree branches shake and sigh, By joy and terror, we know thee nigh! We speak the spell that frees thy power, Made manifest at this witching hour! Robin-the-Good, Cernunnos, Pan; The One-in-All since the world began, From primal dawn, ‘til the end of Time, Thee we invoke with ancient Rhyme! Father of Life, Bringer of Fear, We call thee forth, and thou art here! —Doreen Valiente 59. T he Goat-Foot God Came the voice of Destiny, Calling o’er the Ionian Sea: “The Great God Pan is dead, is dead. Humbled is the horned head; Shut the door that hath no key— Waste the vales of Arcady.” Shackled by the Iron Age, Lost the woodland heritage, Heavy goes the heart of man, Parted from the light-foot Pan; Wearily he wears the chain ‘Til the Goat-God comes again. Half a man and half a beast, Pan is greatest, Pan is least. Pan is all, and all is Pan; Look for him in every man; Goat-hoof swift and shaggy thigh— Follow him to Arcady. He shall wake the living dead— Cloven hoof and horned head, Human heart and human brain, Pan the Goat-God comes again! Half a beast and half a man— Pan is all and all is Pan! Come, O Goat-God, come again! —Percy Bysshe Shelly

Book I: T he Magick Circle 67 60. Evocation of Pan Oh horned one, goat-foot, Great God Pan! Come to me with eyes of fire, And with thy pipes awake desire, Come with wild and lustful grin, Herald of your flame within, Io Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan, Pan, Pan! Shout to me from scented wood, The call of all that’s wild and good, Come to me with shaggy thighs, And let the hills return our cries, Come with satyrs bearing wine, I am thine and thou art mine! Come with joyous lusty laugh, Come with swollen ruddy staff, Race with me through halls of green, Thou art my God and I your Queen, And spend with me a tender hour, Making love within my bower, To me! To me! Oh come to me! And come oh God of stream and wood, Oh God of life and all that’s good, Never sated in eons of time, I am thine and thou art mine! —Tom Williams 61. Evocation of Faunus All wild creatures hear thy call Upon the haunted wind. Within thy soul the Horned One Returns to Earth again. Together you shall manifest The magick of the man And falcons soar from out the sky To perch upon thy hand. The serpent’s wisdom thou shalt learn From tip of forked tongue. The fleetness of the white stag’s flight In starlight or in sun. Lord of Light and Lord of Shadow; Keeper of the key Which unlocks the door of dreams, Whereby men come to thee. Cernunnos, Tammuz, Horus, Pan; By name we set thee free! O Shepherd of the wild woodland, May thou be one with he! —Morning Glory Zell, 1974 62. Blessing of the Horned God Blessed be all in hearth and hold, Blessed in all worth more than gold. Blessed be in strength and love, Blessed be where’er we rove. Vision fade not from our eyes Of the Pagan Paradise, Past the gates of Death and Birth, Our inheritance on Earth. From our souls, the Song of Spring, Fade not in our wandering. Our life with all life is one, By blackest night or noonday sun. Eldest of Gods, on thee we call, Blessings Be on thy creatures all. —Dion Fortune 63. Horned One Horned One, Lover, Son, Leaper in the corn— Deep within the Mother Die and be reborn! —Buffalo Brownson 3. Other God Invocations 64. Hades’ Song Oh, Kore, Hear one who deep within the cavern’d world doth long, To touch the flower’d light, to dance with lilted song, Whose heart is not of stone, though stone became his fate, When lots were cast ‘mongst brothers, he won the nether gate. The one received the trident and doth rule the perfumed foam, The other on the heights of proud Olympus sits his throne. They rule their realms as kings but all must homage show, To Her from whom the holy stream of life doth ebb and flow. These rulers are but stewards all

Book I: T he Magick Circle 67<br />

60. Evocation of Pan<br />

Oh horned one, goat-foot, Great God Pan!<br />

Come to me with eyes of fire,<br />

And with thy pipes awake desire,<br />

Come with wild <strong>and</strong> lustful grin,<br />

Herald of your flame within,<br />

Io Pan! Io Pan!<br />

Io Pan, Pan, Pan!<br />

Shout to me from scented wood,<br />

The call of all that’s wild <strong>and</strong> good,<br />

Come to me with shaggy thighs,<br />

And let the hills return our cries,<br />

Come with satyrs bearing wine,<br />

I am thine <strong>and</strong> thou art mine!<br />

Come with joyous lusty laugh,<br />

Come with swollen ruddy staff,<br />

Race with me through halls of green,<br />

Thou art my God <strong>and</strong> I your Queen,<br />

And spend with me a tender hour,<br />

Making love within my bower,<br />

To me! To me!<br />

Oh come to me!<br />

And come oh God of stream <strong>and</strong> wood,<br />

Oh God of life <strong>and</strong> all that’s good,<br />

Never sated in eons of time,<br />

I am thine <strong>and</strong> thou art mine!<br />

—Tom Williams<br />

61. Evocation of Faunus<br />

<strong>All</strong> wild creatures hear thy call<br />

Upon the haunted wind.<br />

Within thy soul the Horned One<br />

Returns to Earth again.<br />

Together you shall manifest<br />

The magick of the man<br />

And falcons soar from out the sky<br />

To perch upon thy h<strong>and</strong>.<br />

The serpent’s wisdom thou shalt learn<br />

From tip of <strong>for</strong>ked tongue.<br />

The fleetness of the white stag’s flight<br />

In starlight or in sun.<br />

Lord of Light <strong>and</strong> Lord of Shadow;<br />

Keeper of the key<br />

Which unlocks the door of dreams,<br />

Whereby men come to thee.<br />

Cernunnos, Tammuz, Horus, Pan;<br />

By name we set thee free!<br />

O Shepherd of the wild woodl<strong>and</strong>,<br />

May thou be one with he!<br />

—Morning Glory Zell, 1974<br />

62. Blessing of the Horned God<br />

Blessed be all in hearth <strong>and</strong> hold,<br />

Blessed in all worth more than gold.<br />

Blessed be in strength <strong>and</strong> love,<br />

Blessed be where’er we rove.<br />

Vision fade not from our eyes<br />

Of the Pagan Paradise,<br />

Past the gates of Death <strong>and</strong> Birth,<br />

Our inheritance on Earth.<br />

From our souls, the Song of Spring,<br />

Fade not in our w<strong>and</strong>ering.<br />

Our life with all life is one,<br />

By blackest night or noonday sun.<br />

Eldest of Gods, on thee we call,<br />

Blessings Be on thy creatures all.<br />

—Dion Fortune<br />

63. Horned One<br />

Horned One, Lover, Son,<br />

Leaper in the corn—<br />

Deep within the Mother<br />

Die <strong>and</strong> be reborn!<br />

—Buffalo Brownson<br />

3. Other God Invocations<br />

64. Hades’ Song<br />

Oh, Kore,<br />

Hear one who deep within<br />

the cavern’d world doth long,<br />

To touch the flower’d light,<br />

to dance with lilted song,<br />

Whose heart is not of stone,<br />

though stone became his fate,<br />

When lots were cast ‘mongst brothers,<br />

he won the nether gate.<br />

The one received the trident<br />

<strong>and</strong> doth rule the perfumed foam,<br />

The other on the heights of proud<br />

Olympus sits his throne.<br />

They rule their realms as kings<br />

but all must homage show,<br />

To Her from whom the holy stream<br />

of life doth ebb <strong>and</strong> flow.<br />

These rulers are but stewards all

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