I conjure thee, sacred creature of the earths darkest soil.
I conjure thee, sacred creature of the waters deepest rage.
I conjure thee, sacred creature of the fires hottest coal.
I conjure thee, sacred creature of the airs mightiest blow.
I conjure thee, by mind, body, blood, and soul.
I give thee the darkness.
I give thee the light.
I give thee sorrow and spite.
I give thee joy and happiness to be.
I give thee magick, the power of all that ever was, is, and shall be.
I give thee form, of humanity you shall be.
I give thee life.
I give thee death.
I set thee apart from the normal.
I set thee alone to find others.
I make thee alive to strive for thine own goals.
Thou art selfish and selfless.
Thou art devoted and unhinged.
Thou art but a fabric among many fibers.
Thou art wild and untamed.
Thou art mystery and fact.
Thou are the recoils of humankind and the joy of the hearts of man.
Thou art human of inhuman origin.
Thou art an eternal soul that shall sever the temporary bonds of humanity’s ego.
Thou art the creature of experience and teacher of knowledge.
Thine heart is in universal truth.
Thine mind is on universal law.
Thine body encompasses multiverses.
Thine blood pulsates with memories of the ancients.
Thine soul is wrapped in the infant and limitless.
I name thee Witch and thine earthly work Witchcraft.
Thou shalt dwell amongst them and work thine art for the betterment of all.
Thou shalt work between the realms and take thine place amongst that which is other.
My unquenchable desire shall reside amongst thine bones.
My fire shall char thine soul until ye answer my call of a purpose driven life.
Thine mouth shall taste my name and crave my spirit.
My womb thou came from and unto it thee must return.
Thou art my child.
Born from chaos to bring order to the rubble of unconscious man.
The earth is thine temple.
Walk in my authority.
Teach with my passion.
Love with all my might.
Let my name be stretched across the arch of thine house.
Let my work be of steady hands.
Let nothing be idle, unless it is dead.
Stir my cauldron and take in my vapor.
Exhale my craft into the vortex’s and claim thine own birthright.
For I have chosen thee to be apart of my people.
I have set thee in my court.
I have appointed thee as my ambassadors.
I have charged thee with tending thine own.
Ye are not of this world, but of a multiverse found beyond the edge of the moonscape.
Thou art alien and a foreigner amongst the newly remembered souls incarnate.
Thou hast been here before and dwelt high in the mountains, deep in the valley, and on the edges of society.
Remember me and thy own!
Remember me and thy own!
Remember me and thy own!
The Witch fire rises and scorches the soles of thine feet!
It burns!
It burns!
It burns!
I am the Witch Mother and I have claim over thine soul.
I’m Goddess that was, is, and shall be forever more.
Thou art my history and the keeping of my way.
Thou art my child whom I give life, each dawn of the new day!
Die to theyself and be reborn in me!
Feel my power! It resides in thee.
For thou art my creature born of my blood, sweat, and tears.
My breath passes over ye and thou art mine!
Hear my voice, hear my call, answer me swiftly, and come unto me!
Thou aren’t wretched by the hands of man.
Be nothing no more!
I am the Mother of all broken toys!
Thou art mine!
Thou art Witch!
Thou art Witch!
Thou art Witch!
Remember and be!