Bessus Nouiogalation

On the Toutâdeuoi

Anonymous – Toution

First is Ogmios, whom we honor as the great spiritual ancestor of the community—wise of word, strong of spirit. I see him as a divine father, the one who guides us with the golden chains of eloquence.

Toutatis Galatos is BNG’s guardian, the protector of our people, born of Ogmios. He watches over the tribe with steadfast care, standing at the heart of our shared path.

The Suleuias walk beside us as the seers and soul-guides of the community. They bless the hearth and help steer the course of our decisions with wisdom and grace.

The Materes are the deep forces of fate, weaving the threads of life and time. Yet like Galatos, they, too, are guardians—ever-present among the people and the land.

The Regentia are the honored dead—not just our ancestors, but the noble ones of memory. Their names echo through time, like Ambicatus, whose legacy inspires and shapes our steps.

Celtînâ is the radiant mother of Galatos and the beloved of Ogmios. She stands as the first mother of the Galatis, strong in valor, shining with beauty, a living image of the virtues our people hold most dear.

Carnonos, last in this honored line, is keeper of the threshold and opener of the rift between the worlds. To him, we give respect, for through his ways, we walk from this realm to Antumnos.

Dis Pater in Bessus Nouiogalation — A Gaulish Interpretation of the “Rich Father”

Branos Carnutodrûidion. Gaulish Polytheism. Gaulish Paganism

Written By Branos Carnutodrûidion/Urādos – Gutuatir of BNG

Dis Pater, meaning “Rich Father,” is a mysterious and ancestral god mentioned by Julius Caesar, who wrote that “all the Gauls claim descent from Dis Pater.” But Caesar never told us who this god was.

While “Dis Pater” is a Roman term, in BNG we do not equate it with the Roman god of the underworld. Instead, we interpret the phrase as Caesar’s attempt to capture a native concept.

In Roman tradition, Dis Pater is a god of the underworld, wealth, and ancestral lineage — often associated with Pluto or Hades. In the Gaulish context, however, the identity of Dis Pater remains unclear. Scholars and practitioners have linked him to gods like Sucellos, Taranos, Ogmios, Carnonos, or even mythic ancestors like Celtus. Each carries a piece of the mystery.

In Bessus Nouiogalation (BNG), we don’t claim to know exactly who Dis Pater is. Instead, we recognize him as a sacred role, a divine mystery that speaks to ancestry, transition, and cosmic order. Dis Pater is not one god but a function filled by many — or by one whose name has been lost to time.

Ultimately, we believe each soul may come to know their own Dis Pater — the one who walks beside you in silence, who guides your soul between worlds, and who whispers the ancient truths that shape your path.

As mentioned above in Commentarii de Bello Gallico, Julius Caesar wrote that “all the Gauls claim descent from Dis Pater.” It’s a cryptic and powerful statement — one that has echoed down through the centuries and become a source of speculation, reconstruction, and inspiration among modern Gaulish pagans.

Who was this Dis Pater, this “Rich Father” of the Gauls? Is it Ogmios, Celtus, Sucellos, Smertrios, Carnonos, or Taranos?

All these have been discussed as the Dis Caesar may have meant. Why? Because each bears a connection — through iconography, etymology, or mythic function. I won’t dive into the academic weeds here (perhaps on my personal site), but instead offer how Bessus Nouiogalation (BNG) sees it.

In BNG, we choose not to pin down this ancestral god with a single identity. We do not say who the Gaulish Dis Pater is, because we do not believe he can be fully named. To do so would be to close the door to mystery, and in BNG, mystery is part of the sacred order of things.

Instead, we hold space for several figures who might reflect the role or radiance of this hidden Dêuos — not one name, but a constellation of them.

These are not contradictions. They are facets.

Ogmios: The Father of the Gauls

In BNG theology, Ogmios is honored as the Father of the Gauls. He is the god of powerful speech, binding his followers not with chains of iron, but with chains of golden words. A god of wisdom, silence, endurance, and radiant strength — he leads not through fear, but through persuasion and insight. Ogmios is not just a god of eloquence — he is the one who calls the tribes into being. He teaches, names, and guides. He sets the tone for our shared ethos: to live with honor, wisdom, and clarity, even in silence.
As the divine father, Ogmios doesn’t thunder — he whispers truths that shape nations.

He may be Dis Pater as the one who calls us into being, who names the tribes, and binds us in golden truths.

Galatos: The Divine Ancestor

We recognize Galatos as a mythic figure central to Gaulish identity — our culture hero and divine ancestor. Galatos, in BNG thought, is not a historical figure. He is a mythic construct, born from multiple streams of lore and gnosis:

From the Greek Celtus myths, in which a legendary son gives rise to the Celts.
From the martial and protective powers of Smertrios, a god of strength and battle.
From the communal, rooted spirit of the Toutatis — the tribal protector and embodiment of the people as one.

He may be Dis Pater as the first of us, born of the land and tribe, carrying the spirit of our people forward.

Sucellos: The First to Enter Dumnos

We also see Sucellos as deeply entwined with this mystery — though in a more veiled and liminal role. In BNG mythopoesis, Sucellos is one of the first to pass into Dumnos, the Deep — and then into Antumnos, the Otherworld, the Ancestral Realm, the place of mystery and return. He is “the Well-Hidden One,” a god of quiet fertility, fermentation, and transformation. While his name may literally mean “the good striker,” we also reflect on kel- as “to hide,” and see in him the Keeper of What is Secret. Sucellos is not the father of the Gauls in a literal sense. He is the first ancestor — the one who precedes descent, who holds the memory of what came before, and who carries the keys to what lies beyond.

He may be Dis Pater as the hidden one, the first to pass into mystery, who waits for us in the deep places beyond life.

Carnonos: The Liminal Lord

We recognize Carnonos as a Dêuos of liminality and movement, one who dwells at the edges — of civilization and wilderness, of life and death, of seen and unseen. He is a guide, a guardian, a traveler. In BNG thought, Carnonos is not merely a forest god, but a keeper of transitions, a psychopomp who can move between this world and Antumnos, the Otherworld. His antlers crown him as one who listens beyond speech, who leads without words. He is flanked by animals, rooted in place, yet always moving through thresholds.

He may be Dis Pater as the one who walks between worlds, helping us cross when we must — and guiding us back when we are lost.

Taranos: Bringer of Virtue and Cosmic Order

Taranos is the great celestial Dêuos in BNG — the one whose thunder reminds us of the power of virtue and the need for cosmic balance. We honor him not only as the god of storm and sky, but as the one who maintains the order of the world through the gift of the Îanoi — the virtues. His mythic triumph over the serpent speaks to his role in shaping and protecting the structure of reality, setting boundaries between Samos and Giamos, between life and death, peace and chaos. The wheel is his symbol — ever-turning, many-spoked, always whole. Through it, Taranos teaches that strength lies in balance, that storm brings both destruction and renewal.

He may be Dis Pater as the giver of law, of structure, of insight — the thunder that wakes the soul.

The Dis Pater as a Sacred Role, Not a Single Being

So who, then, is the Gaulish Dis Pater of our bessus?

In Bessus Nouiogalation, we say this:
He is not a Dêuos of one name — he is a sacred role, a sacred function, a mystery.

He may be Ogmios, whose golden chains bind hearts to truth.
He may be Galatos, the first of us, born of strength and tribe.
He may be Sucellos, the smiling god who walks unseen into the Otherworld.
He may be Carnonos, guiding us through the veil.
He may be Taranos, striking thunder into our bones to awaken us.
He may be all of these — or none of them.

Conclusion: In the Silence, the Father Speaks

Each of the Deuoi has a sacred function in the cosmic order of things. For us, it’s about your own relationship to that deeper presence. The Gaulish Dis Pater remains unnamed in our tradition — not out of vagueness, but out of reverence. To name is to limit — and this god is too large, too deep, too intimate to be held in a single form. Each of us may encounter him differently — and that, too, is sacred.

In Bessus Nouiogalation, we also honor that your Dis Pater may not be any of the Deuoi listed above. He/She/They may come to you as another figure entirely — a guardian, a guide, a Deuoi whose name has been lost or never spoken aloud. What matters is not the name, but the role — the sacred presence of a divine ancestor who shapes, shelters, and calls you home.

BNG makes space for that mystery, too.

A Gift for a Gift

The piercing, icy snow fell down from the mountains in torrents, as if the Primal Giants were finally taking their revenge against the Dêuoi, who had defeated them at the Battle of the Great Plain.

Galatos wrapped his thin cloak tighter around him, pulling the hood low over his eyes to fend off the biting wind. His long hair and even longer beard provided little warmth. Every strand of hair was layered in ice.

He wrapped his aching, bone cold fingers tighter around his walking stick. The rough wood sent sharp pains up his hand and into his arm. Yet, somehow he found comfort in it.

He had never known his father, the one he knew by name only as Ogmios, who left the same day he was born. His mother had told him numerous times that his father had to return to his own people because of the important obligations he had to perform. He had left only this walking stick for Galatos.

When he is old enough to lift that, then he will be ready to walk forward and face his destiny.

Galatos had tried to lift it every year on the anniversary of his birth. Then, last year, he had finally been able to lift it in his hand. He had half-expected to see his father come walking through the door and exclaim how proud he was of him.

But he never came, not even after Galatos had sat vigil outside his home for three days and nights, holding the walking stick in his lap and waiting for his father to come and tell him what his destiny entailed.

He still didn’t know where his destiny would lead him or what he would do when he got there. The only thing he knew was that he needed to find food soon or else his corpse would be buried under this blizzard until spring.

A strong gust of wind howled, forcing Galatos to bury his face in his chest and close his eyes. When the wind slacked down a little, he opened his eyes to discover tracks just ahead of him. Throwing aside pain and hunger, he ran over to the tracks and fell down to his knees.

They were fresh tracks. Judging by the size and shape, it was a bear. He followed the tracks with his eyes until they disappeared around a bend just a short distance ahead.

Galatos debated whether to follow the tracks or not. A bear would make a fine meal, providing enough food to last him until possibly even spring. But it would be an extremely dangerous and foolish endeavor to try and take on a bear with only a walking stick as a weapon.

Finally, Galatos stood up. “I will die anyways out in this blizzard if I don’t try,” he said to the snow swirling down around him. Grabbing the walking stick in both hands, he stared deeply at the wood. “Help me, atîr, wherever you may be” he pleaded.

Galatos then set off after the bear tracks before the snow storm could completely wipe them away.

He turned round the bend and came to a halt, staring in disbelief at the sight before him.

The bear was twice the size of any one he had ever seen before. Galatos knew there was no way he could harm the bear. The massive beast would shred him to pieces with its enormous claws.

Then, the bear moved to the side to reveal a woman sitting on a rock. In her lap, she was holding a basket of fruit. She reached down into the basket and picked up one of the fruits. With no fear whatsoever, she reached forward and fed it to the ferocious bear, who ate it as gently as a child from a mother’s hand.

“There’s no need to hide,” the woman said, feeding the bear another piece of fruit. “The bear won’t harm you.”

Galatos stepped forward into the open, unsure of what to say as the woman continued to feed the bear. To his surprise, the animal didn’t turn around and attack him.

“It’s alright,” the woman said in a gentle voice. “Come closer.”

Galatos walked closer on trembling legs until he stood beside the bear. He cautiously reached out his hand and placed it on the massive shoulder of the animal. He began to rub the fur, petting it as he would a tame dog.

The bear rumbled deep in its throat, a sound that conveyed the pleasure it felt.

After the woman had given the bear the last piece of fruit, it bowed its head for a moment as if in gratitude and then left to go back into the woods.

“Now, let’s get you warmed up and something in your stomach,” the woman said to Galatos as she stood up. “Follow me.”

The trip through the woods was in silence except for the sound of Galatos’ stomach growling and his teeth chattering.

After a short distance, Galatos saw a cave up ahead. Just before they reached the entrance, the snow storm came to a halt.

Inside the cave, there was a hearth fire in the middle of the cave. Galatos hurried over to it and sat down in front of it, warming his frozen body.

“I will be back in a moment with some food and drink,” the woman said.

Within moments, the woman returned. She laid out several plates of food and a pitcher of wine for Galatos. She hesitated a moment to make sure Galatos didn’t require anything else and then went and sat in silence on the other side of the cave.

When Galatos had put away his desire for food and drink, the woman questioned him.

“My name is Artio,” she began. “But I do not know your name. Recount this to me, stranger, and speak truly: What is your name and who are your parents? From where do you come? Few come to these parts and I do not remember having seen you before.”

“My name is Galatos, the son of Celtina and Ogmios, although I have never seen or met my father. On the day I was born, he left because he had to return to his own people and his obligations. All I have of him is this walking stick.” Galatos paused a moment and lifted it in the air, showing it to Artio. “My home,” he continued, “is far from here.”

“Ogmios,” Artio repeated. “I am familiar with your father. We are both members of the same tribe, although it is rare that I see him.”

Galatos’ eyes widened in amazement when Artio said she knew his father. “You know my father?” he asked, thinking he may have misunderstood her.

“Indeed I do,” Artio confirmed. “And one day you will meet him. But you have a long journey ahead of you. And it is my obligation as your host to ensure you have everything you need before you move on.”

“I appreciate your generosity and hospitality,” Galatos said. He paused a moment staring at the fire in front of him.

“Is something on your mind, Galatos?” Artio asked.

“I’m not sure where I’m supposed to go. All I know is that I’m supposed to find my destiny. But I don’t know what that entails.”

Artio nodded her head in understanding. “Many are lost or unsure when they start out on a journey. Signs along the way help guide them, though. You just have to keep your eyes open and follow your heart.”

Galatos found comfort and strength in Artio’s words.

Artio provided Galatos with supplies: clothing and food to last him for a cycle of the moon.

“I will give you one last piece of advice,” Artio said as Galatos was preparing to leave. “Your destiny lies in the East. And along the way, you will meet others to help guide you.”

Artio then walked back towards the cave. After she entered it, Galatos heard the growl of a bear echoing throughout the woods.

He turned back around and stared in disbelief. At the entrance of the cave, there stood a bear watching him. But Galatos recognized the eyes of Artio in the eyes of the bear: warm and full of compassion.

Galatos bowed his head for a moment. “Thank you, Artio,” he said to the bear and then turned to continue his journey.

He had traveled less than a day before he came upon a deer laying on the ground next to a stream. He cautiously walked over to the deer so as not to spook it and knelt down beside it.

It was a fawn, less than a season old probably. The front leg of the fawn was injured, bent at an odd angle as if it was broken. As he examined the leg, the fawn stared at Galatos with frightened eyes.

Galatos glanced around the clearing, looking for the fawn’s mother. But there were no other deer in sight. As he turned back around, a memory flooded into his mind.

He had been a small boy, playing outside. Despite his mother’s warning to be careful, he had climbed up into the branches of a tall tree. Even as a small boy, he had shown no fear and often threw caution to the wind.

As he had stood on one of the topmost branches, he stared across the wide field between the woods and his village. He saw his mother standing in front of their home with her hands on her hips. She would lift her hands to her mouth for a moment before quickly placing her hands back on her hips again.

Though he had been too far away to hear, Galatos had known that his mother was yelling for him and that she was growing angrier with each passing moment because he was not answering. Galatos had giggled to himself when he thought about how his mother would react if she had known he was watching her from the tall branches of a tree so far away.

Realizing he had better get home, Galatos had began to climb down from the tree. Before he knew what had happened, his foot had slipped on one of the branches and he had come crashing down to the ground, his arm hitting a large rock at the base of the tree.

As Galatos had made his way home, he had known that his arm was broken. As the pain shot through his arm, feelings of fear and helplessness had consumed him. He had never forgotten the feeling of relief that he had felt when he had reached his mother and she had tended to his injury.

“Don’t worry, little one,” Galatos said to the fawn, “I will help you.”

Finding two sticks laying on the ground, he made a splint for the fawn’s leg, wrapping a strip of cloth torn off from his tunic around the sticks to hold them in place. After he tied the strips of cloth together, he retrieved a cup from the supplies that Artio had given him. He went to the stream and filled the cup with some water.

Kneeling back down beside the fawn, he slowly poured some of the water into the deer’s mouth. He then fed the fawn some of the food that Artio had given him, feeding the deer from his hand.

When he was done, Galatos sat for a moment, gently rubbing the deer’s head.

He knew that he shouldn’t linger and that he should continue on his journey. But his thoughts kept turning back to the kind and generous acts of hospitality that Artio had shown him.

“Don’t worry, little one,” he finally said to the fawn. “I will stay with you until you are better.”

Galatos laid down beside the fawn to sleep, covering them both in a blanket given to him by Artio in order to keep them warm throughout the night.

The next morning, as he was feeding the fawn, Galatos heard a rustling sound in the bushes behind him. He turned and was surprised to see the tips of a set of antlers slowly coming towards him. He was shocked, however, when a woman stepped forth from the bushes with three small fawns following behind her.

The antlers he had seen were some type of headdress the woman was wearing atop her long brown hair. She wore a long, blue gown that rustled as the wind blew. Despite the cold of winter, Galatos felt the air sound him grow warmer as the woman approached.

As Galatos looked at her, the flowing blue gown reminded him of the waters of the stream next to him flowing down their course.

“I thank you,” the woman said when she reached him.

“Thank me for what?” Galatos asked.

“For finding my child and caring for him when he was injured,” she responded. “Most people would have passed by him without a second thought. But not you. You stopped on your journey and helped him, even staying with him afterwards throughout the night.” The woman paused for a moment, turning her head to the side and examining Galatos in a curious manner. “Why did you help him?” she finally asked.

Galatos thought about it for a moment. “It was the proper thing to do,” he answered. “Hospitality does not only exist between humans. It should include humans and animals as well. If someone is injured, then it is your obligation to help them.”

The woman nodded her head in approval at the words of Galatos. “Well, now I will return the generosity that you have shown for one of my children.”

Galatos stood up and looked deeply into the woman’s eyes. “That is not necessary,” he said. “There is the common bond of life between myself and this deer, and it was my honor to help this young deer to continue to exist in this world.”

The woman smiled. “Nevertheless, I will give you some advice, Galatos son of Ogmios.”

Galatos was surprised to hear the woman say not only his own name but also the name of his father. “How do you know who I am?”

The woman ignored his question. “Follow this stream as you continue your journey. It’s course will lead you to a river. That river will lead you to a mountain. It is at that mountain that you will find the beginning of your quest that will lead you to your destiny.”

Without waiting for a response, the woman walked over to the fawn, gently picked it up, and started to go back into the forest from whence she had came.

“Wait,” Galatos called out, stopping her before she could disappear into the woods. “Who are you?”

The woman smiled. “We will meet again, Galatos,” she answered. She closed her eyes, deeply inhaling the air around her. She opened her eyes again. “When spring returns and my children are old enough to fend for themselves, we will meet again and then you will learn my name.”

The woman turned and returned to the woods, carrying the wounded fawn in her arms as the other three fawns followed close behind her.

Rite for Virtues

This is for the Ambactos Rotî (Ambassador of the Wheel): Followers of the teachings of the Wheel of Îanoi and dedicate themselves to a life guided by these virtues. As our virtues are not just words on a wall they are actions that must be followed. They are spirits themselves.

This is not a rite like setting up a sacred space and all that no candles are needed no offers to give. As the offering is living with the Ianoi.

Stand or sit comfortably in front of the wheel or circle symbol. If you are out and about mark our symbol in the dirt or pour out water from your water bottle in a circle.
As you focus on the wheel, visualize it turning slowly, symbolizing the continuous cycle of virtues.

I call upon the Îanoi, invoking the wheel’s eternal motion, that their wisdom and strength may propel me forward on this sacred journey.

Dêuocariâ – Piety, I humbly embrace your presence
Luxtiâ – Duty, I embrace your call.
Uissus – Wisdom, I yearn for your knowledge.
Îanolabâ – Right speech, I honor your truth.

Doniocariâ – Compassion, I open my heart to you.
Oigetocâriâ – Hospitality, I welcome you into my life.
Raton – Generosity, I share my blessings with others.
Uiridios – Truth, I walk in your light.

Decos – Honour, I uphold your integrity.
Uîrolaniâ – Justice, I stand for your fairness.
Galâ – Bravery, I face life’s challenges with courage.
Ûxelliâ – Pride, I take pride in living virtuously.

In the wheel’s embrace, I find harmony and balance.
In these virtues, I find my path and purpose.

Thanks to you Îanoi, the eternal spokes in life’s turning wheel.

May I carry the virtues of the Îanoi in my heart. May they guide my actions and lead me towards a virtuous life.

Golden Words, Golden Bonds: The Birth of Galatîs

Canecouepoi, Canecomatreiâ: Geniâ Galatês

Behind every legend, there is a glimmer of truth. And with every hero’s journey, there is always a beginning.

The debate had been going on ever since midday and it showed no sign of reaching a conclusion.

On one side, there was the chieftain of the village, a man by the name of Bretanos. His daughter, Celtina, stood at his side listening patiently. On the other side, there stood a group of warriors, the strongest and bravest of the tribe. Or so they had boasted when they’d first been summoned to this meeting.

But their bravery seemed to have disappeared as soon as the chieftain brought up why he had called them together.

Bretanos’ offer was simple.

“Go to Garanos and bring back my cattle that he stole from me,” Bretanos had told them. “In return, you will receive enough land and gold to start your own tribe.”

The reward was more than generous. But the response from the warriors had been the same unyielding reply.

“Garanos has the strength of three warriors. He has already killed a number of our warriors as if they were nothing more than annoying gnats buzzing around his head.”

Despite the truth of their words, Bretanos had reminded them why the herd of cattle was so important. “Those cattle are vital to the survival of our tribe, especially with winter approaching.”

Celtina, the daughter of Bretanos, interrupted them. “In addition to what my father offers, I will give my hand in marriage to the one who brings our cattle back.”

Many of the men of the tribe had been seeking to marry Celtina. Not only was she the daughter of the chieftain, but she was also the most beautiful woman in the neighboring lands. Yet Celtina had refused all of the suitors.

But even with her offer now, still the warriors answered with a firm no.

During the exchange between Bretanos and his warriors, the old man had been sitting unnoticed in the shadows as he listened intently to the debate.

Finally, he stood up. “I will go,” he said in a deep voice as he leaned upon his walking stick for support.

All eyes turned to regard the man who had just made the offer, examining him closely.

He was old, definitely past the prime age for a warrior – past the prime age for any occupation for that matter. His white beard fell down to his chest, apparently compensating for the few hairs fighting to remain on his bald head. His arms and fingers were as gnarled as the branches of an ancient oak tree. His skin was as dark as tanned leather.

But despite his fragile and ancient appearance, he strode forward and spoke in a powerful voice. “I will go and bring back your cattle,” he said to Bretanos.

The chieftain stared at the old man for a moment with a look of disbelief mixed with sympathy.

“I appreciate your kind and generous offer,” Bretanos finally said, “but I don’t think you are a match for the likes of Garanos.” He paused before continuing as if searching his memory. “I don’t believe I have ever seen you before. What is your name?”

“My name is Ogmios,” the old man answered, “and I come from a place far away from here. Despite the way I appear, I will lead your cattle back to you along with this thief Garanos for you to punish as you deem fitting.”

Without another word, Ogmios turned and left.

“I do not think the old man will succeed,” Bretanos said to his daughter. “But even if he does bring back the cattle, I would never expect you to marry him.”

Celtina stared at her father in shock. “I will not be the reason for shame and dishonor to fall upon my father’s name.”

“But I cannot allow a man three times your age -“

“Nor will I allow you to go back on your word,” Celtina interjected.

It had been four days since Ogmios had left to go take back the stolen cattle. Many believed that the old man had been killed, though they secretly hoped that senility had made him lose his way on the journey to where Garanos lived. At least that way, the old fool would still be alive.

Celtina sat down beside her father and took his hand. “I fully understand the reasons why you don’t want me to marry Ogmios if he does return.” She leaned in closer, making sure her father was listening. “It was my idea to offer my hand in marriage to the warrior who would return the stolen cattle, and I knew full well that it could possibly be someone I would find less desirable and may not choose to marry under normal circumstances. But I will not break my word nor will I allow you to do so either.”

“Proud and headstrong,” Bretanos said as he shook his head.

Celtina laughed. “Qualities I thankfully received from my father.”

Their conversation was interrupted by people yelling outside, their voices growing louder and louder.

As they stood up to go and see what was going on, a warrior entered. “My lord, you had better come and have a look.”

Bretanos and Celtina stepped outside and glanced in the direction from where the commotion was coming.

It was Ogmios returning, leaning upon his walking stick.

To their surprise, though, he was not alone.

Behind him, there slowly followed the largest warrior any of them had ever seen. Garanos. In a pasture nearby, the stolen herd of about fifty cattle were grazing.

As Ogmios got closer, they noticed that his lips were moving as he stared down at the ground in front of him.

“The old man is mumbling to himself,” Bretanos said.

“I don’t think so,” Celtina said. “Look closer.”

Bretanos looked again. At first, he thought he was imagining what he was seeing but he soon realized his eyes were not deceiving him.

Ogmios was speaking to Garanos, who was listening so intently that his head was cocked to the side so that he would not miss a word. He even stumbled every few steps because he was paying more attention to the old man’s words rather than where he was walking.

“It looks as if the old man is pulling Garanos behind him with a chain,” Bretanos said to his daughter.

Celtina nodded her head in agreement. “Only the links of the chain are made of words, leading from Ogmios’ tongue to Garanos’ ear.”

They both stared in amazement at the astonishing sight until Ogmios stopped in front of them.

Bretanos was at a loss of words for a moment. “How is this possible?” he finally asked. “You have no weapons. Unless your walking stick is really some sort of mighty club.”

Ogmios ignored the jest, turning instead towards Garanos. “Tell Bretanos what we talked about.”

Garanos cleared his throat. “I didn’t realize the importance of the cattle and how taking them could affect the survival of your people. In recompense for my actions, I offer my services to you and your people.” Ogmios nudged Garanos with his walking stick. “Oh, yes,” Garanos continued as if he had just remembered a missing portion of a predetermined speech. “I offer my services for the time period of three years.”

Bretanos was stunned. He didn’t know which was more amazing: that the old man had been successful or that Garanos was making this proposal in recompense.

“I accept your services,” he finally answered.

Garanos glanced towards Ogmios as if he was unsure of what to do.

“Go,” Ogmios told him, “and introduce yourself to the people so that they will not be afraid of you for the next three years.”

Garanos nodded his head in agreement and then made his way towards the crowd of onlookers.

“Let us go inside,” Bretanos said to Ogmios. “Surely you need to sit down and rest after such a long journey.”

“I thank you for your kind hospitality,” Ogmios replied.

Once he was refreshed and had drank a cup of wine, Ogmios addressed the chieftain. “It is true that I have no standard weapons. No sword or spear, or even a club as you jokingly referred to my walking stick.” Ogmios paused long enough to chuckle and then continued. “No, the most powerful weapons I possess are my words.”

“Your words?” Bretanos asked. “How are your words a weapon?”

Ogmios smiled. “Let’s just say that I know the right words to say and how to say them.”

“Now you’re talking in riddles,” Celtina said.

“Indeed, sometimes I do,” Ogmios answered with a laugh. Then his tone turned serious. “But then other times, I am straight to the point.” He turned his attention to Bretanos. “Like I am now. My reward for returning your stolen cattle to you?”

“You mean my daughter?” Bretanos hesitantly asked.

“You did offer her hand in marriage to the one who returned your stolen cattle.”

Bretanos shifted nervously in his seat, unsure of how to respond.

“The offer still stands,” Celtina said with conviction in her voice. “My father and I have already discussed it. Marriage with me will be your reward.”

“Not only are you a very beautiful woman,” Ogmios told her, “but I can tell you are also very strong and brave. Your words and actions today have shown me those things.” Ogmios slowly stood up. “However, I will take only that which is freely given to me.”

As he made his way towards the door, Celtina called after him, “You are speaking in riddles again!”

Ogmios stopped and turned around. “Am I? Or am I being straight to the point?”

Celtina was silent as she studied the old man in front of her.

“At least let us give a feast in your honor tonight,” Bretanos said before Ogmios could leave.

“I do enjoy a good meal,” Ogmios said and then left.

But although he was gone, Celtina’s mind still lingered with thoughts of Ogmios.

That night, Bretanos gave a splendid feast to celebrate the deed of Ogmios. They held the feast outside because all of the people attended. The main course consisted of a huge pig slowly roasted over a pit, from which Ogmios chose the Champion’s Portion, the choicest cut of meat.

As they ate and drank, the feaster’s attention was focused on Ogmios as he recounted for them how he took back the stolen cattle from Garanos.

Celtina paid attention to Ogmios as well, but not to his story. She had already heard that earlier. No, she focused on how Ogmios now appeared to her.

There was no denying how old he was and, if she had to be honest with herself, the thought of marrying him had repulsed her even though she would never break her word to marry whoever had won back the cattle.

But now when she looked at him, his age didn’t matter. And it wasn’t because he had accomplished what the young warriors of the tribe were too afraid to even attempt or even that he had done it with his words rather than a sword, an incredible feat that she still found amazing.

No, it was because of what he had said about her. She supposed she was beautiful because she had heard it told to her so many times especially by her suitors. But Ogmios had also praised her for her strength and bravery, qualities which she was more proud of than her beauty. Her beauty would fade and one day she would be just as old as Ogmios. But she would carry her strength and bravery with her all of her life.

That was the reason why she looked upon Ogmios differently now. And also because he could have demanded her hand in marriage as the promised reward, but he would rather have Celtina choose to marry him rather than marry him under some obligation. His words to her which had at first seemed so cryptic were now perfectly clear.

Celtina’s thoughts were interrupted by her father. “I’m sorry,” she said, clearing her mind of Ogmios. “What did you say, father?”

“I asked if you were alright,” Bretanos asked again. “You have been quiet all night and seem like something is troubling you.”

“No, nothing is bothering me,” she answered. “Just seeing things in a different light.”

Before her father could ask what she meant, she stood up and excused herself. After retrieving a drinking bowl, Celtina walked over to the stream not too far away from where the feast was being held. When she reached the stream, she dipped the drinking bowl in and retrieved some of the water, remembering to say a few words of gratitude to the stream for her gift.

As she made her way back to the feast, Celtina felt like all eyes were watching her although the feasters were more involved in their own conversations. She entered the middle of the feasting circle and then stopped. She faced towards Ogmios, waiting for the conversations around her to die down.

Finally, after everyone was silent, Celtina walked towards Ogmios. When she reached him, she knelt down beside him and held out the drinking bowl towards him.

“I offer myself freely to you,” she said.

Ogmios took the bowl and drank from it. He then offered it back to Celtina. “And I offer myself freely to you.”

Celtina retrieved the bowl and drank from it as well.

And with that simple gesture, Celtina and Ogmios were betrothed.

That night, Celtina took Ogmios to her lodging. Within a month, she knew that she was with child. Though Ogmios was happy they were going to have a child, Celtina also noticed that he acted sad. And the sadness seemed to grow with each passing day.

Although she had a feeling of impending doom, Celtina never brought it up with Ogmios and didn’t ask what was weighing on his mind.

“His name shall be Galatos,” Ogmios told her.

“Galatos,” Celtina repeated as she pulled the baby closer to her chest. “What does it mean?” she asked, glancing up at Ogmios.

“It means ‘Valorous One’. He will face many dangers in his life.” Ogmios smiled at Celtina. “But luckily, he has such a brave mother, who can not only pass on that quality to him but can teach him to be brave as well.”

And then Celtina understood what had been bothering Ogmios all these months. “You’re leaving, aren’t you?”

For the first time, Ogmios was at a loss for words and didn’t know what to say. He had known this day would come and had been dreading it. But he had to leave and there was no way he could stay.

Ogmios nodded his head. “The obligations that I have with my own tribe have been neglected for too long. No matter how much I want to stay, I must return.”

Celtina didn’t completely understand, but she could understand the sense of honor and duty that Ogmios was feeling. “What about Galatos? One day, he may have a need for his father.”

“I will always be with Galatos and keep a watchful eye on him.” He held up his walking stick, closed his eyes, and whispered some words that Celtina didn’t understand. When he was done, he went to a corner of the room and leaned it against the wall.

He turned back around to face Celtina. “When he is old enough to lift that, then he will be ready to walk forward and face his destiny.”

Celtina looked down at Galatos, rocking him and smiling. When she looked back up, Ogmios was gone.

Thanks to the Bardos/Brennos of Galatîs Litauiâs Cunolugus Drugaisos for providing his words for us in the creation of this.

Uēdiās (Prayers)

The following are not invocations for rites, but rather universal prayers known as Uēdiās, thoughtfully crafted to resonate with the rhythms of our daily lives. These Uēdiās serve as moments throughout the day to connect to the Dêuoi they hold profound significance in our existence. They are important because they provide us with a sacred thread of connection to something greater than ourselves.

Uēdiā, in its various forms, is vital for several reasons. Firstly, it offers us a moment of pause, inviting us to step away from the hustle and bustle of our busy lives. In these moments, whether it’s before a meal, during travel, or at different intervals throughout the day, we find a precious opportunity to reflect and center ourselves. Secondly, Uēdiā serves as a means of expressing gratitude. When we pause to give thanks before a meal, we acknowledge the blessings of sustenance and the interconnectedness of our lives. During travel, we seek safety and guidance, recognizing our vulnerability in an ever-changing world. In the morning, we express gratitude for the gift of a new day, while in the evening, we reflect on the day that has passed.

Uēdiā is a way to seek solace and find strength in challenging moments. It offers a channel for our hopes, fears, and desires, allowing us to voice our concerns and seek guidance from the Dêuoi. These Uēdiās are important because they foster a sense of spirituality and connection within us. They remind us that life is not just a series of mundane tasks but a sacred journey filled with moments of awe and wonder.

Uēdiā (Prayer)
Uēdiās (Prayers)

List of Prayer (Uēdiās)

Morning
Noon
Night
More To Come

Morning Prayers

Abnobâ
Goddess of the Hunt
Protectress of the Wilds
Moonlit archer
In my prayer, help me find focus this morning
Aisus
God of Drûs
Celestial Woodsman
Tender of the Nemeton
In my prayer, guide my actions this morning
Artiû
Goddess of Wild Places
Mighty Bear Mother
Wisdom Keeper, Nurturing Teacher
In my prayer, help me find wisdom and strength this morning
Auetâ
Goddess of Birth
Protectress of Families
Gentle Mother
In my prayer, deliver me into this morning
Belinos
God of Eternity
Guardian of Aidus in Dubron
Sunlit prophet
In my prayer, shine upon me this morning
Brigindû
Goddess of High Places
Guardian of Justice
Divine Judge
In my prayer, lead me to the right path this morning
Carnonos
God of Liminality
Guide between worlds
Warden of the roads
In my prayer, lead me on my path this morning
Catuboduâ
Goddess of the Fallen
Guide of Souls
Battle Crow
In my prayer, give me courage this morning
Celtina
Celtina the Radiant
Daughter of Bretanos
Protectress of honor
In my prayer, guide me this morning
Ðirona
Goddess of Healing Water
The First Star
Shining Beauty
In my prayer, lead me on my path this morning
Eponâ
Goddess of Sovereignty
Mother Mare
Spectral huntress
In my prayer, lend me your guidance this morning
Gobanos
God of the Forge
Lord of Smiths
World Traveler
In my prayer, hone my skills this morning
Grannos
Far-Sighted Lord
Gentle Beam of Light
Lord of Vitality
In my prayer, bathe me in glory this morning
Lugus
God of Vows
Protector of Travelers
Three-Faced Master
In my prayer, share your wisdom this morning
Maponos
God of Youth
Otherworldly bard
Messenger of life and light
In my prayer, inspire me this morning
Materês
Mothers of the Mothers
Blessed midwives
Weavers of fate
In my prayer, guide me this morning.
Morisenon
Guardian of the Sea
Boundless Ancient One
Keeper of the tides
In my prayer, buoy my spirit this morning.
Nantosueltâ
Goddess of Valleys
Bringer of Spring Colors
Life and Abundance follow you
In my prayer, guide my path this morning
Nemetona
Goddess of sacred spaces
Protector of the holy
Purifier of the mundane
In my prayer, guide me this morning
Ogmios
Eloquent one
Mighty Ancestor
Father of the Galatîs
In my prayer, aid my speech this morning
Rosmertâ
Ever-Providing Goddess
Lady of Abundance
Bestower of Prosperity
In my prayer, fill me for the day
Sucellos
God of the Vines
Kind-Hearted Lord
Master of Dumnos
In my prayer, lead me to the fruits of my labours
Suleuiâs
Eternal Guides
Unwavering Protectors
Triune Navigators
In my prayer, guide me this morning
Taranis
Celestial Father
Keeper of Cosmic Order
Bestower of Virtues
In my prayer, guide me this morning
Toutatis (Galatos)
Mighty protector
Son of Celtinâ
Son of Ogmios
In my prayer, guide me this morning

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Afternoon Prayers

Abnobâ
Goddess of the Wild
Healer of the Rushing River
Protector of the weak and weary
In my prayer, heal me this afternoon
Aisus
Keeper of the Nemeton
Wielder of the Sacred Axe
Teacher of ways of Sacrifice
In my prayer, remove the obstacles on my path this afternoon
Artiû
Goddess of Meadows and Forests
Mighty Mother
Berry Gatherer
In my prayer, teach me gratitude this afternoon
Auetâ
Bountiful Mother
Bestower of Life
Goddess of Healing
In my prayer, grant me spirit this afternoon
Belinos
Lord of Light
Shining One
Light at its Apex
In my prayer, shine your light upon me this afternoon
Brigindû
Great Guardian on High
Just Protectress
Goddess of Shield and Spear
In my prayer, bring me judgment and justice this afternoon
Carnonos
Horned God of the In-between
Lord of Transition
Keeper of the Hidden
In my prayer, guide me to the right path this afternoon
Catuboduâ
Winged Goddess
Judge of the Worthy
Mighty Mother
In my prayer, guide me to virtue this afternoon
Celtina
Celtina the noble-hearted
Companion of Ogmios
Renowned beauty
In my prayer, watch over me this afternoon
Ðirona
Goddess of Healing
Bringer of Life
Purifier of Souls
In my prayer, bring me healing this afternoon
Eponâ
Goddess of Fertile Lands
Queen of Plenty
Protector of Home and Harvest
In my prayer, remind me of my blessings this day
Gobanos
God of the Mountains
Lord over Metal
Shaper of Civilization
In my prayer, lend me your strength this day
Grannos
Lord of Illumination
Protector and Watcher
Unflinching Eye
In my prayer, fill me with wisdom this day
Lugus
God of Craftspeople
Great Shining One
Triune Protector
In my prayer, inspire me this afternoon
Maponos
Youthful Inspirer
Muse of Melodies
Wellspring of artistry
In my prayer, inspire my artistic embrace this afternoon
Materês
Mothers of All
Protectresses and Guides
Mighty nurturers
In my prayer, guide me this afternoon
Morisenon
Guardian of the Sea
Boundless Ancient One
Divine shapeshifter
In my prayer, help me turn ill to good this day
Nantosueltâ
Goddess of the Stream
Lady of Fertile Valleys
Mother of Bees and Butterflies
In my prayer, refresh my soul this afternoon
Nemetona
Goddess of sacred spaces
Purger of the mundane
Protectress of the nemeton
In my prayer, protect me in holy borders this afternoon.
Ogmios
Eloquent Father
Great Teacher
Holder of Wisdom
In my prayer, guide my words this afternoon
Rosmertâ
Wealthiest of the land
Goddess of all we need
Mother of the Harvest
In my prayer, continue to provide for me this afternoon
Sucellos
Heavy-Handed Striker
God of Boundaries
Wielder of the Mallet
In my prayer, lend me strength this afternoon
Suleuiâs
Good Guides
Steadfast Protectors
Ever Wise
In my prayer, guide and teach me this afternoon
Taranis
Lord of Cosmic Order
God of the Wheel
Bestower of Virtues
In my prayer, guide me to virtue this afternoon
Toutatis (Galatos)
God of Protection
Spirit of the Tribe
Son of Ogmios
In my prayer, watch over me this afternoon

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Night Prayers

Abnobâ
Goddess of the Silver Moon
Guardian of Dark Places
Skilled guide and protectress
In my prayer, guard my soul this night
Aisus
Celestial Woodsman
Keeper of Drus
Lord of Sacrifice
In my prayer, help me tend my soul this night
Artiû
Goddess of Deep Caves
Mighty Mother
Winter Dreamer
In my prayer, guide me this night
Auetâ
Gentle Guide
Lady of the Waters
She Who Grants Gifts
In my prayer, safekeep me through this night
Belinos
Great Shining One
Day Bringer
Shining Defender
In my prayer, bring light to others, as I travel the Dark this night
Brigindû
Great Elevated One
Fierce Protectress
Wise Watcher
In my prayer, guard and protect me this night
Carnonos
God of the Threshold
Twilight Walker
Faithful Guide of the Lost
In my prayer, guide me through this Night
Catuboduâ
Black-Feathered Goddess
Lady of Talons and Beaks
Queen of Change
In my prayer, transform me this night
Celtina
Celtina the dauntless
Progenetrix of the Galatis
Mother of Galatos
In my prayer, guard me through this night.
Ðirona
Goddess of Healing Waters
Star shining pure
Warden of the River path
In my prayer, keep the darkness at bay this night.
Eponâ
Spectral Leader of the Wild Hunt
Queen Protector of Sovereignty
Guide of Spirits and Souls
In my prayer, protect and guide me in my travels this night
Gobanos
Great Craftsman
Masterful Sorcerer
God of the Coals
In my prayer, let my goals be fulfilled this night
Grannos
Amber Light
Provider of Life
Benevolent Father
In my prayer, watch over me as you depart this night
Lugus
God of the Harvest
Lord of Abundance
Spear-Wielding Champion
In my prayer, sow the seeds for my success this night
Maponos
Therapeutic Creator
Sorcerer of Muse
Bringer of creative flow
In my prayer, your inspiration I store this night
Materês
Grand Mothers
Nurturing Guides
Providers of Shelter and Care
In my prayer, hold me close and protect me this night
Morisenon
Guardian of the Sea
Boundless Ancient One
Knower of the Deep
In my prayer, grant me prophetic dreams this night
Nantosueltâ
Goddess of Light and Dark
Queen of Dark and Light
Faithful Guide between the worlds
In my prayer, guide and protect me this night
Nemetona
Goddess of sacred spaces
Mother of Sacredness
Spirit of the Sanctuary
In my prayer, keep me safe and guide me this night
Ogmios
Wise Wordsmith
Great Father of Fathers
Teacher of eloquence and restraint
In my prayer, help me review my words and learn this night
Rosmertâ
Great Provider
Goddess of the Harvest.
Mother of Abundance
In my prayer, I thank you for all I have received this night
Sucellos
Generous Father
God of Protection
Lord of your Halls
In my prayer, bless my loved ones this night
Suleuiâs
Triune Protectors
Good Guides
Watchers of Heart and Home
In my prayer, watch over what I hold dear this night
Taranis
Lord of the Heavens
God of Cosmic Order
Destroyer of sepents
In my prayer, protect and guide me this night
Toutatis (Galatos)
Protector of the Toutâ
Lord of the Galatîs
Keeper of Our Ways
In my prayer, guard me through this night

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Bessus Nouiogalation Molâtus

In the sky, on the earth, and also below
Many Gods inhabit all places
In the sky, on the earth, and also below
Many Gods give their gifts to us
In the sky, on the earth, and also below
We give gifts in return

Ogmios, Ancestor of Galatîs, first of ours
Great in speech, strength, and wisdom
Celtînâ, Mother of Galatîs, the heart of our kin,
Source of fortitude, bravery, and grace.
Galatos, Mighty Toutatis, Hero of the custom
You protect the soul of our tribe

Taranis, Lord of the Sky, you hold lightning
You protect all, and lead us to Truth
Brigantiâ, great warrior, you guard the hill
With spear and sword, virtue prevails
Carnonos, Warden of the ways, praised conduit,
You sit between worlds guiding our path

Belenos, keeper of fire in water, strong of body and mind
You show and guide in temperance
Sironâ, first star in the sky, Magic of the well
You stand between night and day
Aisus, Lord of Drus, wise god,
You give wisdom to those who seek

Lugus, celebrated hero, loved by all
Spear in hand, all skills known
Rosmertâ, Queen of the Warband, Great Provider
You give abundance to all
Cathubouâ, you lead the slain warriors
With your wings to the blessed plain

Eponâ, Queen of land, horse riding warrior
You go between worlds, sovereignty you bestow
Maponos, Child of Light, Healer
Magic god, full in energy and youth
Nemetonâ, You the sacred, Giver of Asylum,
You provide the space to perform.

Sucellos, you hold gifts of Earth for all
Friend of the commoner, mallet in hand
Nantosueltâ, sweet flowers of the field
Many gifts you bring from below
Gobanos, Mighty smith, Fire of creations
With your hammer you shape and form

Suleuiâ, Protector of home, sacred domain,
You guide and govern the good place
Matrona, knowers of fate, guardians order, you hold life
You spin, measure, and separate.
Camulos, horns of the ram, sword in hand
You cut enemies, disease, and fear

Abnoba, Lady of the Forests and Waters so deep
Guardian of the night, and the wild creatures’ home
Artiû, Mother Bear, In the cycle of seasons, your wisdom unfolds,
In the forest’s depths, you protect and guide
Grannos, With your gentle touch, In your healing embrace
Your soothing waters bring wellness and renewal through

Aidonâ, Fire of warmth, hearth of home,
With your Sacred flame we give praise

In the sky, on the earth, and also below
Many Gods inhabit all places
In the sky, on the earth, and also below
Many Gods give their gifts to us
In the sky, on the earth, and also below
So we give in return

Tegobessus III: Adgarion (Invocations)

Adgarion “to call to” is the word we use for Invocations.
Invocations are a crucial part of our rites. They help aid us in Sumatreiâ (good relationship), which also helps with Cantos Roti (The gifting Cycle) with the Dêuoi (Gods) and Regentiâ (Ancestors). Our invocations are set up in a very simple format meaning short, simple, and powerful words. This is because we have many invocations to learn, and that means much to memorize since our invocations are also in Gaulish. We want to make the learning of the Gaulish simple for the individual to learn and memorize.

What we will do here is break the invocations down. In the first half of the invocation, one, of course, invokes the recipient of the ritual. They then describe the recipient with a few epithets. As well as a statement about them and what they may do in lore. We then give them an offering and thanks.

Then we might request something from them, and the closing of the ritual. As we may ask different things of them, we have prepared several possible requests. This allows you to know what you are asking for if you choose to do so in Gaulish. In any other language, we trust you can find the words.

One can find our Adgarion (Invocations) here.

Adgarion Breakdown

Calling on the recipient
- This is the naming of the God/desses or spirits you are calling on. So one line is calling the name four lines of descriptive words and praise about them.
An offering to the recipient.
- Items are given to the deities or spirits for helping you. This is part of the gifting cycle as they give, we give.
Arcimâs (Requests) One does not need to ask anything from them.
- Argument – This is the reason you are calling the deities or spirits.
- Petition – Asking the deities or spirits to aid you.
Closing
- Thanking them

Adgarion Galatû Toutatî

Calling on the recipient
Adgariomos/Adgariūmī Toutaton
Latis Toutiâs
Nertos urittosergios
Uernos Anson
Anegestûnis etic rodîestû tancon

Rodâmos/Rodâmî addatus etic bratun tê
Addatus

Arcimâs
Arcîmos/Arcîumî ratobo Galatîs

Closing
Slanon te
Bratûn te
Molâmos/Molâmî Galatû Toutatî
Iâmos/Iâiumî in tancê

Invocation for the Toutais Galatos

Calling on the recipient
We invoke the Toutatis Galatos
Hero of the people
Mighty against disease
Our guardian
You protect us and give us peace

We give offering and thanks to you
Offering

Requests
We/I ask for blessings to the Galatîs

Closing
Cheer to you
Thanks to you
We/I praise you Toutatis Galatos
We/I go in peace

Arcimâs (Requests)

You will notice that in our invocations, you will see Arcimâs (Requests) right after the Offering part. If you have a request during a rite, this is the time to include it. For those doing rituals in a language other than Gaulish, it’s okay to ask in your own words. Though you should develop a formula. Below are some premade requests if you choose to use them.

Arcîmos/Arcîumî _________
(We/I ask for _________)

These requests are in the dative case, meaning an indirect object. In this case, the dative will imply asking for something.

slanû – health
anextlû – protection
calonnî – resolve
gallî – courage, confidence
uiridû – justice
ratû – grace, blessing
ratobo – blessings
sedû – peace
agnê – guidance
nertû – strength
boudê – victory
ianobitoû – prosperity

An example:

Arcîmos/Arcîumî slanû
(We/I ask for health)

Now for whom you may ask for blessings. In Gaulish, we will use the accusative case. That means referring to the direct object of a sentence. So, who we are asking the blessing or request to be directed to. If it is for yourself, then the line above is good enough. But what about for someone else?

Some examples of people or groups to ask for in Gaulish are as follows:

uenian – family
carantâs – friends
contreban – city, town, village, community
mapaten anson/imon – child (of ours/mine)
mapatâs anson/imon – children (of ours/mine)
regenion anson/imon – parent (of ours/mine)
regeniâ anson/imon – parents (of ours/mine)
Galatîs – fellow Galatîs
Nouiogalatîs – fellow Nouiogalatîs
ollon – all people
tluxtiûs – the poor, needy
lobrûs – the sick
scasstâ – the hurt, injured
tegesicâ – the workers
bitun – the world

A final example for the full sentence:

Arcîmos/Arcîumî sedû bitun
(We/I ask for peace to the world)

Tegobessus II: Addatus (Offering)

There are many things one can offer the Dêuoi. We usually give an alcoholic beverage—wine, cider, mead, or beer—but if you can’t be around alcohol, whether because you’re underage or for personal, health, or recovery reasons, that’s perfectly fine. You can offer juice, sparkling water, non-alcoholic wine, or any other thoughtful beverage.

These are certainly not the only acceptable offerings. Whole milk, bread, or other foodstuffs are often appropriate. Incense and herbs are also important and often overlooked. The key is to be intentional. An offering doesn’t have to be expensive or elaborate—use good sense and offer what is sincere and meaningful.

This practice is not meant to be classist. Offer the best you can within your means. The love and reverence you bring will show. The Dêuoi are not closed off to anyone, regardless of economic condition.

It’s ideal to find something associated with the Dêuos in question, but anything clean, meaningful, and given with respect is acceptable. Remember—it’s the intention that matters most. Offerings are about building a relationship with the Dêuoi, not meeting a requirement. So don’t stress; connect.

After making your offering, take a moment to kneel, bow, or simply sit and commune with the recipient(s).

Datiesti uta dassân, datiûmî uta dassais
“You give that I may give. I give that you may give.”

Addatus — offerings — are acts of sacred gifting to the Dêuoi (Gods) and Senoatîs (Ancestors). These gifts are expressions of gratitude, praise, and reverence, rooted in the understanding that all things carry sacred worth and are deserving of honor.

At the heart of this is the principle of Cantos Roti, the Gifting Cycle, which fosters Sumatreiâ — a good and healthy relationship between us and the unseen world. In this cycle, we offer with open hearts, not as a transaction, but as an affirmation of respect and connection. In return, the Dêuoi, Regentiâ, or Bituatîs may offer their own gifts — insight, blessings, strength, or presence.

This is not about bargaining. It is about mutuality. Through Addatus, we participate in the ongoing conversation between our world and the divine, building a living relationship rooted in honor, reciprocity, and shared presence.

Adaððus aidoniâs

Aidonâ is the sacred fire, the hearth personified in the home or wherever the flame is present. Aidonâ is our Hearth Deuos. Your hearth is the place where your flame is, if this is a fireplace or a candle, she is there.

Adaððus aidoniâs (Hearth rite) is central to Bessus Nouiogalation. Designed to be easy to follow with minimal steps. All members of Bessus Nouiogalation should do this rite at least once a week as this helps with Dêuocariâ (piety), Luxtiâ (duty), and Decos (honor). This strengthens one’s bonds within our Touta and the Dêuoi. As Aidonâ is present in all our homes, she connects us all.

Below is our Adaððus aidoniâs with an invocation to Galatos, our Toutatis. You can swap the invocations for other Dêuoi, and Regentiâ. A list of our invocations can be found here, and you can also deepen your devotion with our daily structure here. Find more about creating a sacred space and ideas on offerings here.

Glanosâgon (Purification)

Wash hands and say: Glanolamâs “Clean hands”
Swipe your forehead and say: Glanobritus “Clean mind”
Swipe down the face with both hands and say: Glananation “Clean soul” (This is based on the idea of the soul residing in the head.)

Louceton (Lighting)

Light the Dagilâ(s) candle(s). The following can be said in either Nouiogalaticos or in your common tongue.

Gaulish

Dauiûmî aidun sondon Aidoniâs

English

I light this flame of Aidonâ

Demarcation (fixing the boundary) of our space happens with circumambulating (to circle on foot, especially ritualistically). Make a sunwise circle motion over the Dagilâ three times using Ponem (Mugwort) that you lite from the fire. We use Mugwort to facilitate a connection to Drus as it helps with cycles and to purify as it is a powerful calming herb for connection. If you can walk around the Dagilâ, do that. The reason for the three is to represent the three realms of Drus ( Albios, Bitus, and Dubnos). As you make your motions visualize Drus as its roots reach deep into Dubnos, its trunk stands tall in Bitus, and its canopy reaches into Albios as you now sit within its Nemeton. Why do this? Rites are an act of cosmogony, and our movement is a symbolic representation of this.
As you do this say:

Gaulish

Albios ux nos, Bitus ambi nos, Dumnos uo anse, exugriûmî in sindon mediolanon do legiû nemeti mou. Aidona aidus tou berait teððin eti leucetun, ac cei butâ tou anauâit comadberon anson.

datiûmî addatun sindon tei

English

Albios above us, Bitus around us, and Dumnos below us, I enter into this sacred center to establish my nemeton. Aidonâ may your light (flame) bring warmth and illumination, and may your presence enrich our communion.

I give you this offering

Give an offering of incense or dried herbs to the flame. The flame and the Dagilâ represent Aidonâ.

Gatekeeper (Optional)

The gatekeeper is a Deuos that is invoked to act as an intermediary between different realms, dimensions, or states of being. The Gatekeeper Is often considered a guardian of thresholds, responsible for facilitating communication or passage between various realms, such as the mundane and the sacred. They ensure that the boundaries between realms remain intact and that the flow of energy or communication is conducted in a respectful and controlled manner. For BNG Carnonos is our Gatekeeper. His liminal nature, connecting both chthonic and intermediary qualities, positions him as a guardian of thresholds. His depiction with animals like bulls and deer signifies his role in delineating boundaries between the “civilized” and the “wilds.” The torc and trade associations link him to facilitating exchange and communication, underlining his potential as an intermediary between realms. His complexity, encompassing protective, guiding, and psychopomp-like attributes, enhances his role as a guardian. His ability to traverse between the realms of Drus and being a conduit of Samos and Giamos reinforces his aptitude for overseeing transitions. (Now, when we do an invocation for Carnonos we do not need to invoke the Gatekeeper, so one can skip this step.)

Gaulish

Adgariomos/Adgariūmī Carnonon
Ancorios mantalon
Agios matos alami
Arxiomos/Arxiumi agnî eri adaððun sondon
Uêdiâs anson/imon cluâontor
Rodâmos/Rodâmî addatus etic bratun tê

English

We/I call upon Carnonos
Opener of the ways
Wise guide of the herd
We/I ask for your guidance during this rite
May our/my prayers be heard
We/I give offering and thanks to you

Adgarion (Invocation)

At this point, you are invoking the recipient of the ritual. It is fitting to say kind things or describe the recipient(s) when you do this. We will offer an invocation to Galatos below.

Prayer Position
Why a Prayer Position, Our words are not the only part of communicating with the Deuoi. Our position of how we hold ourselves helps us communicate to the Deuoi; it also allows us to focus our thoughts, which affects our emotions. We start to communicate thoughts and feelings. All this helps to build a ritual structure.
Standing with elbows close to your side, your hand outstretched, and your palms up.

Gaulish

Adgarion Galatû Toutatî

Adgariomos/Adgariūmī Toutaton
Latis Toutiâs
Nertos urittosergios
Uernos Anson
Anegestûnis etic rodîestû tancon
Rodâmos/Rodâmî addatus etic bratun tê
Addatus
Arcimâs (Optional)
Arcîumî ratobo Galatîs

English

Invocation for the Toutais Galatos

We/I invoke the Toutatis Galatos
Hero of the people
Mighty against disease
Our guardian
You protect us and give us peace
We/I give offering and thanks to you
Offering
Requests (Optional)
I ask for blessings to the Galatîs

After the offering or Request, take a few moments to kneel, bow, or sit and commune with the recipient(s).

Gaulish

Incoron
Slanon te
Bratûn te
Molâmos/Molâmî Galaton Toutaton
Iâmos/Iâiumî in tancê

English

Closing
Cheer to you
Thanks to you
We/I praise you Toutatis Galatos
We/I go in peace

Incoron (Closing)

Gaulish

Albios ux nos, Bitus ambi nos, Dumnos uo anse,

nu adgabiûmî / adgabiomosnîs mediolanon sindon.

brâton tei, Aidona, are teððun etic leuceton.

brâton tei, Carnone, are ancoriaton mantalonon.

molâiûr / molâmor te.
exiâiûmî / exiâmos tancû.

eðði senâtun.

English

Albios above us, Bitus around us, and Dumnos below us,

We/ I now leave this sacred center

Thanks to you Aidonâ for warmth and light

Thanks to you Carnonos for opening the ways

I / We praise you
I / We go in peace

It is done

Circle the flame three times saying the above then put out the flame by covering it or pinching it. Then take a moment of silence.

Altogether it would look like this

Louceton

Dauiûmî aidun sondon Aidoniâs

Albios ux nos, Bitus ambi nos, Dumnos uo anse, exugriûmî in sindon mediolanon do legiû nemeti mou. Aidona aidus tou berait teððin eti leucetun, ac cei butâ tou anauâit comadberon anson.

datiûmî addatun sindon tei

Gatekeeper

Adgariomos/Adgariūmī Carnonon
Ancorios mantalon
Agios matos alami
Arxiomos/Arxiumi agnî eri adaððun sondon
Uêdiâs anson/imon cluâontor
Rodâmos/Rodâmî addatus etic bratun tê

Adgarion

Main Rite or Invocation

Incoron

eðði senâtun.

Lighting

I light this flame of Aidonâ

I give you this offering

Gatekeeper

We/I call upon Carnonos
Opener of the ways
Wise guide of the herd
We/I ask for your guidance during this rite
May our/my prayers be heard
We/I give offering and thanks to you

Invocation
Main Rite or Invocation

Closing

It is done

Pronunciation Of Nouiogalaticos

Purification

Glan-oh-lam-ahs
Glan-oh-bree-tus
Glan-ah-nat-ee-on

Lighting

Dow-yoo-mee eye-dewn son-don Eye-don-ee-aws
–No Gaulish—
Braw-toon teh in-low-keh-too in-eh-don cad-don, ahn way-dee-ahs an-son clih-nah-on-tor.

Gatekeeper (Optional)

Ad-gar-yo-mohs Car-no-non
An-cor-yos man-ta-lon
Ag-yohs mat-ohs a-la-m
Ark-yo-mohs ag-nee eh-rih ad-ast-oon son-don
Way-d-yaws an-son clue-aw-on-tor

Invocation

Incoron (Closing)

–No Gaulish—

Brat-oon tay
Moe-law-me eye-don-ah
Ee-eye-oo-me in tan-kay