Dagda, most honored

[Mystic Wolf]

This part of my Samhain Ritual I would like to share here:

The Invocation of the Dagda

Dagda, most honored
To you, we make sacrifice
To the All Father
You, the Fire beneath the Cauldron
Hear us, Old Giant, God with the Great Staff
Ruad Rofessa, Lord of perfect knowledge
Fire of the Sacrifice, Great in appetite
To you, we do honor, Excellent God
Mate of the Great Queen,
Chieftain of Danu, bountiful giver
Flame in the belly that sustains life
Be in us as we are in you
Boiled in the Cauldron
Upon the Sacred Fire
O harper of the seasons, taker of Sacrifice
Druid of Oak and Hazel
Dagda Mor-Great Good God
We you children pray you to come in,
To let your gaze fall upon this Sacred Ground
To indwell our rite and give us your blessing.
We make due offering to you

We give you …

Silver, that you grant the wealth of the Underworld, Source of all Potential.
Oil, that the richness of the land be renewed as our own lives are renewed.
Horn, that the beings who know you may bless us in this Season of Hunting.

Raevyn lights God candle:
Be welcome among us, Dagda, Father of All, accept our offerings!

 The Invocation of the Morrigan

As the Earth falls into sleep
The Queen of Spirits is choosing those
Who will go to the Cauldron of Rebirth?

She is Morrighan,
The Great Queen of Phantoms,
The Chooser of the Slain,
She is the Battle Raven, the Red Woman,
Mistress of the Cauldron.
Here us now, Red One,
Great Queen, Lady of the Reaping,
Death and Life are intertwined.
For Transformation shows
That old ways pass into new
When Birth from Death follows
Oh Purge us, Lady of the Old
That we might find the new
To see our battles through.
Oh, Come to us and prophesize
The Future of our Lives
And let us know the awesome truth
Of where our growth derives.
We your children pray you to come in,
To let your gaze fall upon this Sacred Ground,
To indwell our Rite and give us your blessing.
We make due offering to you.

We give you …

Be welcome among us Morrigan, Great Battle Queen, accept our offerings!

Honoring the Ancestors

Mystic Wolf

On the feast of Samhain, the veils between the worlds are thin. We call to our blessed dead, the blessed ancestors, to join our feast and receive due offering.
Come to the gates, honored ones, hear our call, we your children who remember. We offer you our worship, our reverence, and our love.

You, who fill the empty womb, you who cause the seed to spring, you who fill the breast with milk, receive now these offerings, made in your honor:
Apples, the fruit of Life and Death.
Pork, the flesh of the Sacred Sow.
Hazel nuts, concentrated meat of wisdom.

We offer these …