I am the harvest, offering up grain and fruits beneath the sickle of time so that all may be nourished. For without planting there can be no harvest; without winter there can be no spring.
I am the thousand named Son of creation. Know that by all names I am the same.
The spirit of the horned stag in the wild, the endless harvest. See in the yearly cycle of festivals my birth, death and rebirth and know that such is the destiny of all creation..
I am the spark of life, the radiant Sun, the giver of peace and rest. I send my rays of blessings to warm the hearts and strengthen the minds of all.
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