Shapeshifting Lady who rules in between, you who show me butterflies in sacred scene. Hail, the Fairy Queen!

Mab, I hear your call and accept your challenge.

By ravens flight and wild hounds leap, I follow your lead! Show me Mab the way I should keep!

You are Queen of the Old Ways and I seek the path.

Let the way be open, so that I may pass!

Let our realms merge and seasons take pause.

For time is no more and reality exist not. For the world as I knew it is not what I’ve seen. It’s only small minded perception of the unkeen.

It is in the between that life’s shadow does dwell. This is the place when humanity discovers their wishing well of dreams.

Here the fae and devas do play. Angels and Demons walk about. Creatures of myth, mind, and magick.

The planes that center, cross, and connect about. The above and below meet in the middle. The place all life, death, and never lived so share and keep secret. The occult portals shown to many but seen by few. This Great Mab, is where I can run to you!

Hear me and heed me mighty Guardians of the elements, it is I who comes knocking. I cross the hedge of the yellow earth. I leap the red flames of hottest heat. I wade through the cooling green waters of life. I take to the blue sky’s in Witches flight. I have passed the ordeal and demand ordnance with the Queen.

Mab of Connacht, I stand before thee!

Warrior Goddess of the Sidhe, I honor you!

Thank you for taking ordnance with me! Mighty Lady of Magick, help me to clearly sense with all my being, that which is seen and unseen. Holy Goddess draw near to me, so that I maybe of service to all those in need. Sound of mind and whole in body, magick flows through me.