Arianrhod, mistress of the
lunar disc
Thou dwellst in Caer Arianrhod
High fruitful mother of all beings
Mighty keeper of the circling Silver Wheel
I watch the everlasting life bestowed by thee
I feel the everlasting life bestowed by thee
I live the everlasting life bestowed by thee
Thou keepst the wheel of life forever running
I look at thy shining appearance at full moon
Thou are my guiding mistress through the coming times
Roibin
1999
Invocation
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O
Arianrhod of the Silver Wheel,
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By
all the many names men give to thee-
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We,
all thy hidden children, humbly kneel
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Thy
truth to hear, thy countenance to see.
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Here
in the Circle, cast upon the Earth
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Yet
open to the stars - unseen, yet real-
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Within
our hearts give understanding birth,
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Our
wounds of loss and loneliness to heal.
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Isis
Unveiled, and Isis Veiled, thou art;
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The
Earth below our feet, the Moon on high.
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In
thee, these two shall never be apart-
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magic of the Earth, and of the sky. |
from
The Witches' Goddess
© 1987 Janet
and Stewart Farrar
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Oh
Arianrhod, You who are Maiden, Mother and Lover.
Lady of Initiation, You gave us our names, and gave us our
weapons,
so that we may make our way through Life.
Lady of Incarnation and Keeper of Caer Silverwheel - beyond
the North Wind
from You did we come, and to You shall we return.
Blessed Be!
Mark ...
December 26th, 1996.
Come
into My silver web
I am the change that transforms
I'll spin you a silent silken shroud
A tomb from which to be born.
I see you cringe
and step aback
As you watch My scything jaws
But before rebirth must come release
'Tis one of the Dragon's laws.
Come tread My sticky spiraled path
If you wish to be free
For you'll have neither arms nor name
Lest you've the courage to confront Me.
No journey for the craven
this,
To shrug away your skin
To face the mirror of your soul
And see what you have been.
No mortal mate
within the glass
You'll find reflected there
Instead the Many-Petaled One
Unfolding features fair.
Come ye, balance
'tween the worlds
Be ye not afraid
Though the spears may wound you deep
And you fear yourself betrayed.
Though rooting sows may
eat your flesh
Below your lonely perch
And shadowed, vast the forest lies
Between any who would search.
Yet listen to the
whispered breeze
That carries you a song
Hark to the still, small voice that calls
And tells you, you belong.
Awaken
from your silken shroud
And struggle yourself free
For if you'd heal your weeping wound
First sing it from its tree.
Come, leave you
now, My silver web
The weaving of your fate
My strands no stronger than you can bear
Spun to guide, not decimate.
Tread the deosil path that leads you out
Changed by all you've touched
And when next caught in my sticky threads
Fear me not as much.
Lionrhod 8/97
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Invocation
for Arianrhod
by:
Lady Aislinn, Coven of the Mists
On this
night of the full moon, we call on the Bright Lady to
join us
in our circle. We await her as in times of old and in the
ancient
way,
for now is the time of the Mother, the time of magick and
mirth.
Bright
Goddess, Arianrhod, Daughter of the Great Ancestress
Don, we
call on you from the ancient wild places and the sacred
springs.
We call on you to descend to us from your Caer Arianrhod,
your
home among the stars. We call on you, Great Goddess of the
Silver
Wheel, Keeper of the Past.
Join us
as we stand in the flood tide of your power, as we see
where
all paths lead, which is back to you, Blessed Arianrhod.
Flood
the
dark hillsides with laughter, awaken us that we may see your
many
gifts,
bless us and protect us.
By the
light of the full moon we all call hail to you, Mother,
known
to some as Blodeweud, Arianrhod and Cerridwen. We ask for
your
presence and bid you merry meet and blessed be!
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"I
Arianrhod - Chaste Goddess of the moon
dwell in Caer
Sidi the castle of glass alone
three fountains rise before my chair
three rings of fire surround my bower
who dares ascend the seat of Awen in my tower
Gods
journey here of a flickering fire
most precious most rare
that touches the spirit
the poets inspire and I Arianrhod
guardian of the tower, of glass is my womb
the seat is my bower
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Long
and white are my fingers
I unplugged my hair in the light of the moon
and ascend to my chair
Is it not my chaste beauty, a flame of desire
that draws the great peers to my true scarlet fire
I
Arianrhod -Chaste Goddess of the moon
dwell in Caer
Sidi the castle of glass alone
three fountains rise before my chair
three rings of fire surround my bower
who dares ascend the seat of Awen in my tower"
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I recommend this
song from Claire Hamilton
CD From the Mysts of Time, Arianrhod - powerful
invocation of the Goddess |
