| In an iron vessel burn Mullein dried, St. Johnswort fresh, Willow old, Wild lettuce green, Apple dead, Red cedar new; While the living smoke ascends, Let it wind about your hands And shape it thus: Breath and substance Risen twice, Death and issue, Double face, Pheonix fire, Burning feather, Fly and feather All together. Set it free and watch it rise: Discover fate in this disguise. |
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| For Conjuring With Smoke |