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There is a wealth of information available on the gods of the insular Celts, one of the many benefits of having a surviving literature. It can be more difficult to find information about the gods of the continental tribes. Here are a few links to explore.
Deo Mercurio
Excellent site about Gaulish gods and religion. My link is to the English-language version of the site, but there is also (and, I believe, primarily) a French version. Good info, good citations.
Celtnet
Celtnet is a wonderful trove of information about Welsh, Gaulish and Brythonic deities, well cited and highly recommended.
Gods of Gaul and Britain Map
My own no-guarantees, very much a work in progress Google map that attempts to place those Celtic and Germanic gods of Gaul and Britain who we know primarily from archaeological evidence. If you see any glaring errors, please let me know. 🙂
If you know of any other good Gaulish links, please let me know!
To Hurstaerga, great and generous goddess,
I offer words of praise. Yours are the people
of the kind-hearted isle, of a land well bounded
by waters clear and cold; yours are the orchards,
the heavy-laden trees, abundant with sweet fruit;
you are the granter of fortune and plenty,
your blessings rain down on the folk of your lands.
Once, Hurstaerga, you were well known, your name carved
into sturdy stone, shining white and fair; your fame
has dwindled, your might only grown, as your gifts
and your goodness proclaim. Hurstaerga who answers
prayers, I honor you in all your grace and glory.
I call to gracious Travalaeha, great lady
of the old city, the place of many peoples,
many names, the land so fair and bountiful,
so vital and so fine, that all who saw its beauty
desired it for themselves. Travalaeha, best
and most pleasing of goddesses, most charming
and most mighty one, yours is the power
of persuasion, yours are the words that compel
the heart, the wisdom that proves your words. Goddess,
friend of the the merchant and the guildswoman,
the craftsman and the soldier, you care for your own
with goodness and mercy; I praise and honor you.
To Rigani, wise of spirit, noble of heart,
I offer my praise. Gentle goddess, great queen
whose feet are rooted in the sovereign earth,
whose hands reach out into the dark, among the stars,
yours is the heart of fire, the temple amid
the wisps, yours the lands above the fragile shell,
above the living stone. Beautiful Rigani,
gracious and good, you are the glory of the night,
the secret of existence, you are the blossom
and the bloom, the scent before the storm. Rigani
who stands between order and chaos, who rules
each realm, I call your name, I honor your works.
I call to Allitio of the borderland,
lord of the skillful hand, lord of the cauldron
dark and deep, companion of the soldier and the smith;
you are as well acquainted with the forge
as with the battlefield, O god who knows the craftsman
and the tool, the weapon and the warrior,
O god who knows the killer and the kill and all
that follows, as the end follows the beginning,
as the leaf falls from the tree, inevitably.
Allitio, O friend of fate who guides us
to our final rest, who creates that which destroys,
I offer you my praise, I honor your calling.
I call to Bormana of the beautiful mists,
lady of the fortunate lands, well-bounded
by mountain and by river-flow. O goddess,
great of goodness, great of art, friend of the wounded
and the ailing, of those who call out in the night
in pain and desperation, who put their trust in you,
whether you stand alone in strength and service,
whether you unite in might with merciful Borvo,
always you are generous and free with your gifts,
always you answer the prayers of the needy
with kindness and care. Compassionate goddess,
Bormana of the gentle hand, I honor you.
Celeus of the mysteries, subtle and profound,
great god of whom we know but little, your name
lay hidden in the earth, unspoken and unheard,
as generations lived and died, as empires rose
and perished. Upon your fair fields blood was shed,
wars were waged and battles won and lost; the ground
was torn, the crops uprooted, holy groves were burned
and broken, but never did you leave your lands,
never did your secrets fade, never did
your wisdom fail. Celeus who knows much,
whose ways we find in the forest and the stone,
Celeus of ancient insight, I honor you.
Great and noble Mogetius, battle-wise,
strong beyond strong, brave beyond brave, your mettle
and your might are without peer. Mogetius
of the contested lands, you watched as men
of ambition and greed worked their subtle craft
and brought their brutal art to bear. Good Mogetius,
warder of the wall, watcher at the gate, in you
did the humble place their trust, in you did the luckless
put their faith. Friend of the soldier and the citizen,
ever do you tend the tree within the wood,
ever do you see the sorrow within
the story. Mogetius, I praise and honor you.
I call to Laha, lady of the sweet waters,
the well and the spring, the basin and the fountainhead;
you are the flow of blood, the flow of the spirit,
you are the journey begun, the current that draws
us onward, relentlessly and irresistibly.
Yours are the ancient peaks, the rivers fierce and wild,
the rapids and the waterfall, the unkind lands
that sustain our lives and nourish our existence.
Good and gracious Laha, whose tales are long gone,
whose people endure and are cherished, O goddess,
I call to you with reverence and awe,
I wonder at your glory, I honor your name.
Ialonus of the river swift and shining,
god of the meadow and the dale, of the glade
and the hidden glen, O holy god of the lands
on which we live, the lands we work and build upon,
I call to you. Yours are the rushing waters,
the briny plain, yours are the ice-carved caverns
and the reedy marsh; great-hearted Ialonus
of the beautiful country, the mild and sunny
days, friend of the artist and the artisan,
granter of wisdom and inspiration,
Ialonus, most sacred and sovereign god
who hallows our being, I praise and honor you.
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