I am the chaste Goddess of the Moon, the Lady of all magik. 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, wonderously 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. Through the darkness of the death is my domain, the joy of the birth is my gift.

I am the Goddess of the Moon, the Earth, the Seas. My names and strengths are manifold. I pour forth magik and power, peace and wisdom. I am the eternal Maiden, Mother of all, and Crone of darkness, and I send you blessings of limitless love.

I am the master of the beasts wild and free. I run with the swift stag and soar as a sacred falcon against the shimmering sky. The ancient woods and wild places emanate my powers and the birds of the air sing of my sanctity.

I am also the last harvest, offering up grain and fruits beneath the sickle of all time so that all may be nourished. For without planting there can be no harvest, without winter no spring.

Worship me as the thousand named Sun of creation, the spirit of the horned stag in the wild, the endless harvest, see in the yearly cycle of festivals my death and rebirth and know that such is the destiny of all creation.

I am the spark of life, the radiant Sun, the giver of peace and rest and I send my rays of blessings to warm the hearts and strengthen the minds of all.