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Mighty Dead of the Craft, we call
you. We know you’re standing with us. We feel your gaze, and
your breath tingles our skin. |
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I call Doreen Valiente. You gave us the precious
words that every Witch holds dear: “I am the soul of Nature that
gives life to the universe.” …… May these words carry meaning
beyond our lives. |
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I call the bard Gwydion Penderwen. In your
too-brief life, you composed our “Pagan national anthem.” “We
won’t wait any longer. We are stronger than before. We won’t
wait any longer. We are stronger ….” We come together to
do strong work tonight. |
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I call Raven Moonshadow, the conjure man. Help us
conjure up a just and joyful world for all. |
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I call Judy Foster. Your legacy lives in the
glorious North altars, and your spirit walks with us in the
streets. I call you by the name Calypso Iris. Come dance with us
tonight. |
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I call Victor Anderson,
grandfather to many. You once said, “White magic is poetry, and
black magic is anything that actually works.” We want your help
to make pitch black magic tonight. |
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I call Alison Harlow. Your passion for fostering
Pagan solidarity has made us stronger. Bring us your optimism
tonight, Tana. Hear us and come. |
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Mighty Dead of the Craft, I call
all of you. Come to the edge of the veil. Reach out. We’re here.
Join with our hands and hearts, and let us dance the endless
spiral of renewal together.
Blessed be. |
