We tread the royal road of Avalon,
seeking abundant grace.
Once fled, her spoils goad us to song,
streaming new from her face.

Invocation of the Powers from the South

Celebrant: Gracious God, Thou art holy; indeed, the fountain of all holiness. In the name of Light increasing, do we invoke the fiery blood which drips from the Lance of Longinus, the blazing force of the Red Stream, kunalini and ley lines. Michael, with sword of power, with thine host, guard us this hour!