invocations to Goibhniu and Manannan

Just some invocations to share for Manannan and Goibhniu, the smith god. They were originally written for the Feast of Age, but I use one or the other during rites that invoke them.

The grove focuses on Manannan during the full moon, and this is the main invocation we use. As deity du jour, he’s invoked twice during the full moon rite — first as gatekeeper and then as “main squeeze,” so to speak; the Manannan invocation here is for the latter purpose. To use either invocation for general purposes, omit the language in parentheses and substitute the name of your own grove, or yourself. Whether you light candles for each as listed below is up to you; it can be a nice gesture.

Goibniu invocation

Goibhniu, smith! The maker of blades in three blows, and of Nuada’s silver hand. Repairer of broken arms, brother of Credne, Luchta and Dian Cecht. God of great skill! Builder, cook and loving father, brewer of the ale of immortality, the patron and support of the worker, we welcome you! You whose feast wards off age and death, we welcome you!

It is we, White Cat Grove, who call you in love and honor. (We call you to join in our own Feast of Age, a humble commemoration of the great rite you hold among the Gods. Share with us the sweet flesh of the undying swine, the full-bodied brew of ale, as we celebrate the immortality of the Gods and the longevity of man.)  Accept the offerings we bring you and the Kindreds, and the merriment we make in your honor.

We light this flame as we receive you here. Welcome, welcome and thrice welcome!

Manannan invocation

Manannan Mac Lir, Lord of the Wave and the Isle of Man, possessor of the cloak of invisibility! You who hold all secrets in your Crane Bag, whose boat skims the waves as a chariot does the grass. Lord of the Tuatha De Danann, husband of Fand, father of Niamh! Boundary-walker, lord of the mists whose swine sustain warriors and rise anew and reborn on the morrow. We welcome you, lord of the sea, puller of tides, master of the gates between worlds!

It is we, White Cat Grove, who call you in love and honor. (We call you to join in our own Feast of Age, a humble commemoration of the great rite you celebrate among the Gods. Share with us the sweet flesh of your undying swine, the full-bodied brew of ale, as we celebrate the immortality of the Gods and the longevity of man.)  Accept the offerings we bring you and the Kindreds, and the merriment we make in your honor.

We light this flame as we receive you here. Welcome, welcome and thrice welcome!

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The musings of a Druid priestess, singer, poet and musician in Upstate New York.
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