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"Lord of Calan Mai"

by Jillbe Badb

Bealtaine, Whitsun, Old Bhealltainn,
Cetshamain, Samhradh, La Baal Tinne,
Do not all my offspring call me on this day?
Is this not the day I created Arthur?
Is this not the day I call forth my Sidhe Tribes?
And they sing of three realms and seven directions.

Hear me blow my horn three times.
When will I gaze upon nature's enchantments?
When will the wildlings dance forth?
When will I command all Elementals?

You will see me at the crossroads.
You will see me in your chalice's reflection.
You will see me in a thousand ribbons.

Within the branches of the Great Tree,
You will find me at the Sacred Center,
In the Grove of all Worlds.
With me the 5 Protectors:
Blackbird, Keeper of the Gate;
Stag of Seven Tines, Master of Time;
Ancient Owl, Crone of the Night;
Eagle, Lord of the Air, Eye of the Sun;
Salmon, Oldest and Wisest of the Wise;
Together, we dream all worlds.

Shimmering, I appear to you,
At this spinning of The Wheel,
An antlered boy, movements and hair wild,
Eyes full of endless heavens -

My serpent in one hand,
A Torq of gold in the other...
Calling to my triple mother,
All-Mother? Anu? Don?

On this day of thinning veils,
I will watch you, my young...
As you dance and couple ecstatically,
To eternal Fire within your Spirit.
Every man, an image of me,
Each woman, my eternal consort.

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