Show me the way, he knelt to pray.

Seeking powers beyond the mainstay.

The Lord of life, death, and resurrection stood a loft to hear.

Priest and Witch of the Circle, properly prepared.

I come into thee and She with a host of despair. Lend unto me thine most divine ears.

My heart it beats in human fashion with love, drive, and passion. Ancient Ones, you who’s hands guide our world, guide my life in the coming days all throughout my time upon this land.

I have nothing to fear as You protect my door. My soul. My spirit. My life. I give praise unto you, I know you hear it!

Lady of strength, I lowly bow. Before you I cast my hopes, dreams, and bare my inner most self.

In this time, I call upon all the powers that are mine.

The power to heal. The power to kill. The power to know. The power to will. The power to keep silent. The power to grow. The power to dare! The powers of the Witch I can not all list, but to call from the Athames kiss.

In the Circle I find my bliss, yet my humanity to me does lie.

For here is the space for love, trust, and grace. Yet in the ways this can be achieved I can not conceive.

Heart and mind, I am entwined. But body and soul, Gardnerian I know.

Love and let live and move on from this myth. Enter my chamber and find every religious remainder.

Look up the walls of thine soul and see my name written, not Gardnerian or Alexandrian.

For tis I who rules thy steps and in this you must confess. As you do walk, so my spirit will go, with you now and forever more.

Light of heart with mirth and reverence, let your path be held in benevolence.

Let not your mind wonder to the dark side of human kind and find for yourself something humble and devoted in your ascent.

For it is not the humans hands that wave the divine, but the human hands that weave the lie.

But tolerance there shall be, between these spaces of mans mind and glory of divinities being.

I give the counsel as any Mother and Queen, go where you are wanted, loved, and seen. Be who you are in authenticities power, never in falsehood hide or cower.

Claim your place and discover my grace. Mercy takes a mile but karma takes a while. Remember your thoughts, words, and deeds for the cauldron can spin with rapid speed, so ever mind the rule inside thee.

Be who you want and say as you will, but come nowhere with ill will. For it is a poisoning pill. Take into that which is good for thee, in my Circles, forever Blessed Be.

The answer you seek, you find within, for without thee all is empty.

No magick will come with burden done. But in this space, I lift thee from this place. Arise and see, my face inside thee. In thy word my comfort will be. Then the answers you seek will find thee.

As I will it, so mote it be.