To Escape Madness To Be Invisable
Follow these steps Fern-seed
To guard your wits In your pocket
When the round moon rises Will hide you
The gray moon gazes From some
The cold moon crazes But to be free
The mad moon amazes Of Everyone
Shroud all mirrors You must go away
Curtain all windows Where water lies
Shut ever door Quiet, and look
Cover your hair To find your face-
Wind red yarn Then scatter
About your arm The seeds across
And knot it thrice Your image
While saying this: Until
Luna Lusca It departs
Lupa Lurida
Lana Livida
Lac Lapidia
Non Latro
Sed Lateo
Looking Into Mirrors Passing a Cemetery
Look to the left Knit your fingers
Look to the right Hold your breath
Look in the glass Say to yourself
And say these lines: This verse for Death:
Quicksilver Keeper of bones
Mirror Silver I know thy face
Show Me But I shall yet
My True Face. Outstrip thy pace.
Look at the eyes:
If their black center
Be shrunk and small
The mirror lies.
Put over Doorway Said Across A Bridge
Who comes to me I keep In air but not flying
Who goes from me I free Nor on the earth walking
Yet against all I stand Nor in a boat riding
Who carry not my key Still cross without doubting-
The way will uphold you
To decrease one's power If you will say boldly:
To shrink his lust Bridge, be strong
And wither his dust From end to end
Call the first And let me pass
Diminish the rest From land to land.
Whisper the last:
Norodarogor To Increase One's Power
Rodarogor Lie down as dead
Darogor Then upward awaken
Rogor Raise this word
Ogor Your strength to quicken
Or On
Oron
Summoning a Ghost Doron
For conversation Radoron
With the dead Gorodoron
Attend to ceremony Rogorodoron
Avoid the grave's
Annoyance, speaking
Always gently: To Pass Through A Locked Door
Earth, bone Where the lock
And winding sheet Is filled with rust
Let this spirit And all the keys
Come to me- Have long been lost
Yet send it And time has warped
In peace The heavy door
Or not at all Against the place
If it come, It fit before
It should be offered And no one can
White wine Remember now
Not red What joys or sorrows
And knelt to It could show
From Pity Then you must tap
Its silent boards
Once, twice, and thrice
And say these words:
Whatever lies
Beyond this door
Let me enter
Without fear
Or else with lever
Saw, and axe
I'll serve the wood
Until it breaks
If its panels
Do not fall
Its frame unfasten
From the wall
And show the hidden
Scene to you
You are not worthy
Of the view.
This is from the book "The Crone's Book of Words" by Valerie Worth.