Week Two
First Oath: This was done at Lost Creek (picture below) in the Cherokee National Forest on June 11, 2006.
Basically I took what was written in the Dedicant Manual and altered it somewhat to fit my need and soul connection to this beautiful, sacred place I visit often for spiritual uplifting, grounding and centering. I took the picture from the very spot I did this Oath.
Darling mother of mine
I placed my face upon a stone
Weathered by your children
Wind and Rain
I felt your heart beat
From deep within this brother of mine
And I cried
Through misty eyes I looked before me
Your beauty warms by soul
An Oath to make
Before an assembly of my peers
Trees, Stones, Streams
My brothers and sisters in animal form
All come to witness
And I cried
I sit before you humbled
In awe I speak my words
“Seeker of the Old Ways”
My dearest friends the Trees
Sigh knowingly in approval
“Worshipper of the Elder Gods”
And my glance falls to the stones
All knowing, ancient and wise
And I cried
Hear me dear Mother
I am blessed by your love
My vows hold the truths of my heart
I shall cherish and adore you
Beyond my last breath
Then my soul shall continue the walk
To honor you as my Goddess above all
These things I swear to the Gods
May the mates of my soul bear witness
These trees I call my brethren
I shall strive to enhance the beauty that is you
Humbly
And I cried
With your sweet breath some call the wind
You dry my eyes
hekatatia said:
“This is beautiful. Thank you for sharing.”
chronarchy said:
“That’s lovely :)”