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O’ Sulis, Mistress of your waters, you bring me healing help, and soothe my soul, balming my aching bones, and providing me protection. To waters well worn, I shed skins of scorn, to lie amongst your waters warm.
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You hold me close, gripping me in your firm embrace, O’ Lord of the Tylwyth Teg, you dip me through the pool of stars, and together, we fall, fall, fall. Spinning constellations, the maw of your Mother, we embrace the void, and the areas inbetween.
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O’ Summer Maiden, your return from Annwn brings in the heat of summer. With your steps, flowers bloom. With your breath, life comes forth. With your laughter, birds sing. O’ Creiddylad, daughter of Lludd, I sing with your birds, and dance in your meadows, and when you return to Annwn I will welcome the winter
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O’ Anrhuna, Mother of Annwn, Nine Heads held high, You breath wisdom with your breath, filling my form with light. You are the Abyss, the darkness after death, and you birthed my King, and his very realm. To you I sing my songs, and hail on high. O’ Anrhuna, May your Nine Heads bless my
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O’ Gwyn ap Nudd, you lead me down the lane, bringing me towards the Otherworld. You guide my heart homeward, leading me by my hand, towards the forests and fields of Annwfn. Annwn, Annwfn, it lies in my heart, my soul homeward bound to the halls of the Otherworld.
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I gaze into the pool, clear and reflective, like a looking glass, mirroring myself back to me. Your hand rests ‘pon my shoulder, rugged fingers curling into my shirt. I rip my eyes from that watery looking glass, to your antler-crowned head. O’ Gwyn ap Nudd, White, son of Mist, you hold the looking glass,
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O’ God of Many Names, Apollo, Maponos, Mabon ap Modron, I call to you. Let your sun-dappled rays warm my form, filling my heart with fire, and bringing life to my pen, as I weave words in your praise.
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O’ Creiddlyad, Flower Maiden, you show me love is far more than just one. Sharing it, between Gwyn and Gwythir, showing me my love is immense. With your guidance, I embrace both my loves, holding them to my bosom, and cradling them safely.
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O’ Llwenog, Aelfwynn, the spirit who guides my steps. I call to you, flitting through the woods, fair and elfen in form, yet able to embody the fox. You guide my magic, help me wave my wand, and connect to the earth, to Annwn, to Aelfhome. You guide me through my path, delving into the
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O’ Annwfn, the watery Otherworld, I am led to you, by hunting dogs and horns, led towards your watery depths. I step into your entrance, world shifting as I descend into the abyss, to come out into your sunlight. Gwyn, my Lord, leads my steps through your flowering fields, and I feel at peace.
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