welsh polytheism
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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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O’ Morfran, your wings shade my heart, Sea Crow, guiding my shattered memories over the wind, letting them sail onward, to the recesses of my mind. You cup my fractured heart in your gnarled hands, and coax another beat. Beat, beat, beat.
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O’ Maponos, Great Son, Great Sun, Son of Matrona, mother to all, you strum your harp, and I sit at your knee, listening, embracing, feeling the warmth of your wisdom flowing into my heart.
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O’ Lord of Annwn, your hounds bay in my heart, leading my soul towards a brighter day. Your strength inspires me, and your wisdom makes me wise. For it you who I write my prayers to, who embraced my broken heart, and helped piece it back together, like fine china restored. O’ Gwyn ap Nudd,
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Under the hills, in the depths of sea, mirrored in our world, but whimsical and changed. Annfwn, I stare into your depths, touching the pools of your forests, and feel the spirit of the Otherworld fill me. Your King leads my hunt, across grassy moors and thick forests, hunting dogs baying their song. It is
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O’ Darkest Black, Morfran, close to my heart. I am safe in your shade, standing beneath your abnormal beauty like a flower beneath a tree. Beauty exudes from both our forms, but in a way that the world rejects. We are not Normal, Not Right, but beauty lies in our bones. Through embracing you, I
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O’ Great Queen of the Seasons, You wrap me in your arms, warm, safe, secure in the cycle of the seasons. As heat comes, your love shifts, teaching me that love can be shared, given to many, and take many forms. I plant the seeds of my future, keeping you close to my heart.
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