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Beyond the valley of the silencealong the paths of ancient knowledgeled from the dense odours of the wind.
You will find yourself in the holy woodconsecrated to the primordial gods.
Baptized with the dew around the oak of this Wiccian's masscelebrated from the warbling of the crows, og great mother moon.
Ishtar, Astarte, Inanna, let me feed at your breastlet me celebrate the fertile union of the horned godwith the pure white goddess.
Follow the call of the wood.
Follow the voice of the god.
Celebrate in the Nemeton with red candlesand autumnal flowers on the stone altar.
Dress yourself with the sky in the magic circleand purify yourself with the sacred incense of Cernunnos.
Bless me mother, 'cause I am your son.
Blessed be my eyes, therefore I can find your way.
Blessed be my nose, therefore I can breath your essence.
Blessed be my mouth, therefore I can talk about you.
Blessed be my chest, therefore I can be faithful to you.
Blessed be my ancestry, therefore I can give life to men and women.as you gave life to the universe.
Blessed be my feet, therefore I can follow your way.
Let the last smoke disappear carried from the wind.
Rise your eyes full of astral energyand look at the crow that will lead your return to silence.
Let the night fall down on youas the death curtain falls down on life.
You'll be reborn.....(to be continued...)
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