Hearken as the witches word,
calls the All, a gulf to ford.
Bridge the vast realities,
as in it harm none, do as you please.
Elements protect this book,
from wandering eyes and prying look.
And fill it with thyne ancient power,
in this right and ready hour.
Powers of the North, the Earth below,
help me to live, to learn, to grow.
Lend your strength and stability,
to practice the Craft and with love be free.
Powers of the East, the wind, the sky,
watch over these pages with thyne eye.
Your wisdom and knowledge, for these I do ask,
that this book be worthy- the Craft and its task.
Powers of the South, fire and the hearth,
help these shadows to prove their worth.
Infuse them with your healing and passion,
so only good comes from the work that is fashioned.
Powers of the West, the water, the sea,
change and growth, are granted thee.
Bless these pages with all that you know,
that righteous readers may learn and may grow.
And to the unschooled eye let see,
confusing words and sophistry.
Lead thee from these secret pages,
and bless their passage through the ages.
For free will of all, and harm to none.
As I have willed it, it now is done.
So mote it Be!
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