Wolf
Boundless Wolf, Teacher of Sacredness, Finder of Pathways, Guardian of the Great Pack of Life, you who walk beside me, granting me rest in your shadow and ritual, you are worthy of leading my spirit. As a perfect manifestation of your Intuition, I instinctively invite you to join me this evening, I bracingly bid your guidance and your blessings, I courageously call you to walk in my dreams. Thank you for keeping me aware of the magick and mystery, joy and wonder of this life. Because of you, I run without fear. I bid you hail and welcome!
Owl
Omniscient Owl, Bringer of Wisdom, Revealer of All Masks, Keeper of Souls, you who call me to open my senses to Truth, you are worthy of guiding my soul. As a perfect manifestation of your message, I intently invite you to join me this evening, I blatantly bid your guidance and blessings, I clearly call you to walk in my dreams. Thank you for keeping me aware of the magick and mystery, joy and wonder of this life. Because of you, I change without fear. I bid you hail and welcome!
Faerie
Dew-clad in the light of the moon, Star-spun seekers – I call for thee! Faery realm – I ask thy boon, Of branch and roots and Mangrove tree! Wood-woven creatures, shadow weavers, Limestone keepers – come in trust! Just beyond reaching, never in keeping, Sprinkle my heart with Faerie dust! Wind-hewn wildness, dark and brightness, Spiral enchanters – born of Earth! Cradle me within your elven arms, Abide with me 'tween time and turf!
Lesovik
Majestic Lesovik, Lord of the Forest and Master of the Woodlands, you who protect all the wild animals and trees, you are worthy of honour and praise. As a perfect manifestation of your being, I shyly invite you to join me this evening, I boldly bid your guidance and blessings, I coyly call you to walk in my dreams. Thank you for keeping me aware of the magick and mystery, the joy and wonder of this life. Because of you I live without fear. I bid you, hail and welcome!
The God
You are a man in the prime of your life, eyes at once youthful and sage, predatory and sensual. Your skin the deep, bronzed mahogany of soil, enshrouds your hard, agile form ... face cleanly shorn ... Hair the coppery auburn of autumnal leaves ... eyes the warm hues of the golden sun, and of the sand neath the fiery fingers of the midday moon. Glossy, green oak leaves and the majestic antlers of the stag adorn your hair and head, while the ochre-toned tendrils of the noontime wind stir the grass softly at your feet. You wear rustic clothing of heavy, coarse material, a protective amulet from your consort queen, keeping your warm and dry in the late fall of the year. In the spring and the mid-morning, at summer and sunset's eve, you play in the woods and dance there with the goddess. A hawk and a wolf are your constant companions, and symbols of your soul, your insight and awareness.
Mati Syra Zemlya
Beloved Mati Syra Zemlya, Moist Mother Earth, Ancient Mother of all abundance, you who hold all of the knowledge and life of the world, you are worthy of worship and love. As a perfect manifestation of your spirit, I joyously invite you to join me this evening, I blissfully bid your guidance and blessings, I gladly call you to walk in my dreams. Thank you for keeping me aware of the magick and mystery, joy and wonder of this life. Because of you I am without fear. I bid you hail and welcome!
The Goddess
You are an ageless woman, with eyes at once innocent and ancient, curious and wise. Your skin the rich, dark cinnamon of earth, enveloping lithe limbs and sinuous strength ... Hair the ebon expression of night ... eyes the teal tones of ocean depths and of leaves hidden deep within mystic forests. Tiny, white flowers, sweetly-scented grasses and small, silvery shells are entwined in your hair, while cool, lush moss grows gently upon your feet. You wear clothing of light, but unrefined material, held together with the vines of the mangrove tree, and cascading like waters and moving airs around you. In the fall and the twilight, at autumn and dusk, you play in the woods and dance there with the trees. A sparrow and a faerie are your constant companions, unveiling your presence with their magick and song.
Baba Yaga
Mighty Baba Yaga, Goddess of Rebirth and Transmutation, you who devour the child Ego, you are worthy of veneration and awe. As a perfect manifestation of your wisdom, I humbly invite you to join me this evening, I bashfully bid your guidance and blessings, I cordially call you to walk in my dreams. Thank you for keeping me aware, of the magick and mystery, joy and wonder of this life. Because of you I fly without fear. I bid you hail and welcome!
The Crone
You are an old woman, with eyes that penetrate beyond masks, seeing Truth. Your skin has warts from handling toads. Your hair is long and silvery grey. Your eyes pierce the darkness of the blackest night, seeing what others cannot. Your chin is lightly grown with bristly hairs and your bosom hangs down to your knees. Your nails are brown, ridged and long. You are tall, but your back is so bent with age that your head touches the ground. You are fearsome to behold. You are worthy of awe. Your nose is so long that it rattles against ceiling of your hut when you snore, asleep on your oven. You are bony as a skeleton and have razor-sharp iron teeth that gnash and glint. Your head is pointy. Your nose bends down low, hooked like a bird of prey. Your chin curves up high, wizened like the waning moon. You are a wild woman, a wolf woman, a dark woman, a witch woman. You ride in a mortar, pushing yourself across the forest floor with its pestle, sweeping away all traces of your trail with the whisk of a broom made of the silver birch of the trees of your forest. Ancient mistress, worthy of veneration and awe. I love you.
Brightly-spun blessings,
Lady Faemore
