PRAYER TO PAN I pray to you almighty PanGod, whose form, is beast & manOh father of the ancient wayYou’ve called to me, & I obeyCome, with cloven hooves approachingTill, I feel your presence nearthen join me in this circleTo be honored & revered.IO PAN!Chthonic satyr lord of SpringOld guardian of forest grovesFriend to Dionysus The one who roams the mountainsSeducer of shepherds & nymphsThe god of witchesKeeper of flocksCompanion to all that is wildCOME!IO PAN!He who haunts the woodlandsFeral god of all of NatureRoaring oneReveler of pleasureErotic god of rampant lustOne who plays the tune of oldThe deity of danceHedonistic wild hunterCOME!IO PAN!My god, the gifted prophet!My lord, the Strong Protector!My father, the Fierce Avenger!Ancient horned god of ArcadiaI call to you tonight!I petition you!Be with me until the night is through!COME!Prayer by - © Sin MadisonArtwork - by Christophe Dougnacwww.Facebook.com/PanGreekGod(The NEW Pan page)

PRAYER TO PAN 

I pray to you almighty Pan
God, whose form, is beast & man
Oh father of the ancient way
You’ve called to me, & I obey
Come, with cloven hooves approaching
Till, I feel your presence near
then join me in this circle
To be honored & revered.

IO PAN!

Chthonic satyr lord of Spring
Old guardian of forest groves
Friend to Dionysus 
The one who roams the mountains
Seducer of shepherds & nymphs
The god of witches
Keeper of flocks
Companion to all that is wild
COME!

IO PAN!

He who haunts the woodlands
Feral god of all of Nature
Roaring one
Reveler of pleasure
Erotic god of rampant lust
One who plays the tune of old
The deity of dance
Hedonistic wild hunter
COME!

IO PAN!

My god, the gifted prophet!
My lord, the Strong Protector!
My father, the Fierce Avenger!
Ancient horned god of Arcadia
I call to you tonight!
I petition you!
Be with me 
until the night is through!
COME!

Prayer by - © Sin Madison
Artwork - by Christophe Dougnac

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"GAIA ALTARPIECE" - by www.parnasse.com/erlist.htm (From left to right) The Greenman, Gaia, Artemis ,Dionysus, Pan  and Jimmy Jimi Hendrix.
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"GAIA ALTARPIECE" - by www.parnasse.com/erlist.htm 

(From left to right) The GreenmanGaiaArtemis ,DionysusPan  and Jimmy Jimi Hendrix.

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Add me on Facebook at www.Facebook.com/sinfulmadison. Always looking for other Pagan or like-minded friends. 

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"Pan poursuivant Syrinx" from Girodet-Trioson, Anne-Louis, 1767-1824.www.Facebook.com/PanGreekGod(The NEW Pan page)

"Pan poursuivant Syrinx" from Girodet-Trioson, Anne-Louis, 1767-1824.

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Hymn to Pan XIXMuse, tell me about Pan, the dear son of Hermes, with his goat’s feet and two horns—a lover of merry noise.Through wooded glades he wanders with dancing Nymphs who foot it on some sheer cliff’s edge, calling upon Pan, the shepherd-god, long-haired, unkempt.He has every snowy crest and the mountain peaks and rocky crests for his domain; hither and thither he goes through the close thickets, now lured by soft streams, and now he presses on amongst towering crags and climbs up to the highest peak that overlooks the flocks.Often he courses through the glistening high mountains, and often on the shouldered hills he speeds along slaying wild beasts, this keen-eyed god.Only at evening, as he returns from the chase, he sounds his note, playing sweet and low on his pipes of reed; not even she could excel him in melody—that bird who in flower-laden spring pouring forth her lament utters honey-voiced song amid the leaves.At that hour the clear-voiced Nymphs are with him and move with nimble feet, singing by some spring of dark water, while Echo wails about the mountain-top, and the god on this side or on that of the choirs, or at times sidling into the midst, plies it nimbly with his feet.On his back he wears a spotted lynx-pelt, and he delights in high-pitched songs in a soft meadow where crocuses and sweet-smelling hyacinths bloom at random in the grass.They sing of the blessed gods and high Olympos (Olympus) and choose to tell of such a one as luck-bringing Hermes above the rest, how he is the swift messenger of all the gods, and how he came to Arkadia (Arcadia), the land of many springs and mother of flocks, there where his sacred place is as god of Kyllene (Cyllene).For there, though a god, he used to tend curly-fleeced sheep in the service of a mortal man, because there fell on him and waxed strong melting desire to wed the rich-tressed daughter of Dryops, and there be brought about the merry marriage.And in the house she bare Hermes a dear son who from his birth was marvelous to look upon, with goat’s feet and two horns—a noisy, merry-laughing child.But when the nurse saw his uncouth face and full beard, she was afraid and sprang up and fled and left the child.Then luck-bringing Hermes received him and took him in his arms; very glad in his heart was the god.And he went quickly to the abodes of the deathless gods, carrying the son wrapped in warm skins of mountain hares, and set him down beside Zeus and showed him to the rest of the gods.Then all the immortals were glad in heart and Bacchie Dionysos in especial; and they called the boy Pan because he delighted all their hearts.And so hail to you, lord! I seek your favor with a song. And now I will remember you and another song also.www.Facebook.com/PanGreekGod(The NEW Pan page)

Hymn to Pan XIX

Muse, tell me about Pan, the dear son of Hermes, with his goat’s feet and two horns—a lover of merry noise.

Through wooded glades he wanders with dancing Nymphs who foot it on some sheer cliff’s edge, calling upon Pan, the shepherd-god, long-haired, unkempt.

He has every snowy crest and the mountain peaks and rocky crests for his domain; hither and thither he goes through the close thickets, now lured by soft streams, and now he presses on amongst towering crags and climbs up to the highest peak that overlooks the flocks.

Often he courses through the glistening high mountains, and often on the shouldered hills he speeds along slaying wild beasts, this keen-eyed god.

Only at evening, as he returns from the chase, he sounds his note, playing sweet and low on his pipes of reed; not even she could excel him in melody—that bird who in flower-laden spring pouring forth her lament utters honey-voiced song amid the leaves.

At that hour the clear-voiced Nymphs are with him and move with nimble feet, singing by some spring of dark water, while Echo wails about the mountain-top, and the god on this side or on that of the choirs, or at times sidling into the midst, plies it nimbly with his feet.

On his back he wears a spotted lynx-pelt, and he delights in high-pitched songs in a soft meadow where crocuses and sweet-smelling hyacinths bloom at random in the grass.

They sing of the blessed gods and high Olympos (Olympus) and choose to tell of such a one as luck-bringing Hermes above the rest, how he is the swift messenger of all the gods, and how he came to Arkadia (Arcadia), the land of many springs and mother of flocks, there where his sacred place is as god of Kyllene (Cyllene).

For there, though a god, he used to tend curly-fleeced sheep in the service of a mortal man, because there fell on him and waxed strong melting desire to wed the rich-tressed daughter of Dryops, and there be brought about the merry marriage.

And in the house she bare Hermes a dear son who from his birth was marvelous to look upon, with goat’s feet and two horns—a noisy, merry-laughing child.

But when the nurse saw his uncouth face and full beard, she was afraid and sprang up and fled and left the child.

Then luck-bringing Hermes received him and took him in his arms; very glad in his heart was the god.

And he went quickly to the abodes of the deathless gods, carrying the son wrapped in warm skins of mountain hares, and set him down beside Zeus and showed him to the rest of the gods.

Then all the immortals were glad in heart and Bacchie Dionysos in especial; and they called the boy Pan because he delighted all their hearts.

And so hail to you, lord! I seek your favor with a song. And now I will remember you and another song also.

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Listen now, Great Pan he calls usFrom the green wood in his grove'neath the waxing moon above usHear his clear flute sweet and lowHear his clear flute sweet and lowFollow in the dance he’s leadingCircle ‘round the fire’s glowCome and drink the wine he pours usFrom the tangled vines that growFrom the tangled vines that growFrom the tangled vines that growListen now and I shall followListen now and I may followListen now and I will followOut of the mid-wood’s twilightInto the meadow’s dawnIvory limbed and brown eyedFlashes the FaunHe skips through the copses singingAnd his shadow dances alongAnd I know not which I should followShadow or SongO Hunter, snare me his shadowO Nightingale, catch me his strainElse moonstruck with music and madnessI track him in vain.Song lyrics by “Hymn to Pan”, by FAUN (Song linked in comments below)www.Facebook.com/PanGreekGod(The NEW Pan page)

Listen now, Great Pan he calls us
From the green wood in his grove
'neath the waxing moon above us
Hear his clear flute sweet and low
Hear his clear flute sweet and low

Follow in the dance he’s leading
Circle ‘round the fire’s glow
Come and drink the wine he pours us
From the tangled vines that grow
From the tangled vines that grow
From the tangled vines that grow

Listen now and I shall follow
Listen now and I may follow

Listen now and I will follow

Out of the mid-wood’s twilight
Into the meadow’s dawn
Ivory limbed and brown eyed
Flashes the Faun

He skips through the copses singing
And his shadow dances along
And I know not which I should follow
Shadow or Song

O Hunter, snare me his shadow
O Nightingale, catch me his strain
Else moonstruck with music and madness
I track him in vain.

Song lyrics by “Hymn to Pan”, by FAUN (Song linked in comments below)

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