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Erce, Erce, Erce, O’ great mother of the Earth, I call to you, Eorthe. Grant me abudance, let my fields run fertile and fresh, bring rabbits and does to my door. I hail you as greatest of the goddesses, mother of Eostre, the dawn, and to you I pour libations on your soil.
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O’ Tiw, Great God of the Sky, Husband of Eorthe, your breath is the winds, and your laughter is the thunder crackling alongside your son, Thunor, Father of Sunne, Mona, and Eostre, I call to you, bless my bindings, let me break free of the shackles that contain me. I give you my troth, as…
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O’ Great Goddess, Keeper of the Keys, unlock the door to my heart. Nurture and nestle me in your warm embrace, holding me like mother would their child. O’ Frige, Great Queen of Osegeard, I pour libations in your honor, making troth with you daily. Your husband may be the wanderer, but you are firm…
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Lightning cracks, Thunder rolls, and across the meadow, Thunar come home. Drawn in wagon led by goats, when he passes by, he gives the common man hope. Hail Thunar, Great God of the Sky, I call to you, when my time is nigh.
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O’ Loke, Scorned by the Gods, Bound in the entrails of kin, I call to you in my time of need. Break my bonds, and set my world aflame, so that I may be reborn, new, from the ashes that are left behind. Hail Loke!
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O’ Zisa, Great Goddess, Wife of Tiw, Undo the knots in my heart. Unbind the shackles which hold me back, and free my soul for naught. O’ Zisa, I call to you on high, giving my heart as a pledge. Wrap me in your tender embrace, and make sure I come to no end.
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O’ Keeper of the Keys, Great Goddess Frige, I call to you as the leaves turn red. Build a home within my heart, and wrap me in your tender embrace. Let me know the freedom you imbue, and let me shape my life into the puzzle I need. Hail Frige!
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O’ Great Spirits, Both big and small, harken to my heart-filled call. Embrace my body with your touch, and lead me to where I’ll receive much. O’ Landwights, Great and small, to each of you I give my call. From rising hill, to diving dell, I hail you friend, and wish you well.
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O’ Ingwe-Frea, Great God of Abundance, Come to me in my time of need. Wrap me in your cloak of leaves, and leave my with nothing else I need. Bless me with gold, so that I may grow, and keep my spirit strong. O’ Ingwe-Frea, I call to you, to make my life the better.
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O’ Splendid God, Riding upon your golden boar, I make my offerings in your name. Gathered from the green, making new seeds grow, I call to you, Ingwe-Frea. With sickle in hand, you reap the harvest, after your bounty grows. With you by my side, I know I’ll do well, and know I’ll always be…
