I am the Great Mother, worshiped by all creation and
existent prior to their consciousness. I am the primal female
force, boundless and eternal.
I am the chaste Goddess of the Moon, the Lady of all
Magic. The winds and moving leaves sing my name. I wear
the crescent Moon upon my brow and my feet rest among
the starry heavens. I am mysteries yet unsolved, a path
newly set upon. I am a field untouched by the plow. Rejoice
in me and know the fullness of youth.
I am the blessed Mother, the gracious Lady of the
Harvest. I am clothed with the deep, cool wonder of the
Earth and the gold of the fields heavy with grain. By me the
tides of the Earth are ruled; all things come to fruition
according to my season. I am refuge and healing. I am the
life-giving Mother, wondrously fertile.
Worship me as the Crone, tender of the unbroken cycle
of death and rebirth. I am the wheel, the shadow of the
Moon. I rule the tides of women and men and give release
and renewal to weary souls. Though the darkness of death is
my domain, the joy of birth is my gift.
I am the Goddess of the Moon, the Earth, the Seas.
My names and strengths are manifold. I pour forth magick
and power, peace and wisdom. I am the eternal Maiden,
Mother of All, and Crone of darkness, and I send you
blessings of eternal love.