The spiritual Wisdom of the Ancients,
Pure Love and Glory of the Goddess, and the Green Man
The Elements and Love of all Mankind.
And Love of all existences.
Of all produced out of darkness into the light,
Came Earth and all Existences
And we her children gained gifts
For the health and safety of all those,
Who do truly and piously love the creatures of Earth,
And do use them without thanksgiving,
To the honor to the Elements and
The Goddess and Green Man
So Mote it Be ☽✪☾

May I listen for and hear you,
May I look for and see you,
May I reach for and touch you,
May I wait for and find you.
Teach me what I need to know,
and what I am now ready to know.
Your blessings are abundant, bless me abundantly
So Mote it Be ☽✪☾

Elements of Air, Fire, Water, and Earth.
Keeper of the Veil between the worlds.
We ask that you lift the silvery realm of the Veil and we invite you into our sacred space to reveal your secrets of the coming year. We ask that you cleanse our hearts and open our Souls to your Watery energy.
So Mote it Be. ☽✪☾

Majestic Elements of Mother Earth
Impart on us all of your Powers
Air grants us thy Breath
Fire Warm us in thy Light
Water Rinse the pains of the Soul Away
Earth embrace us in your Wisdom Hear our Prayers we offer Thee Grant us Strength and Courage
Allow us to worship thee in all your Magnificence
So Mote it Be ☽✪☾

O Goddess of the Magic and Moon
Please Grant us Thy Mighty Boon
O God of the Forest and Sun
Grant us Thy Power, Thy will be done
We dedicate ourselves to your Wisdom and Love
May You infuse us with Thy Power from Above
So Mote it Be ☽✪☾

Dear Mother Goddess...
Your love for me consumes me as Fire from within.
It envelops and warms me to the very depths of my soul.
It ravages through by body, cleansing me.
Healing and protecting me. Loving me!
I feel your breath upon my face as our hearts beat together.
I see our spirits rising entwined within each other, rising up to the place we call home.
This was how it was meant to be, and has been.
So Mote it Be ☽✪☾

Litha is coming
Midsummer Poem
The young maid stole through the cottage door,
And blushed as she sought the Plant of pow'r;--
Thou silver glow-worm, O lend me thy light,
I must gather the mystic St. John's wort tonight,
The wonderful herb, whose leaf will decide
If the coming year shall make me a bride
So Mote it Be ☽✪☾