The following ritual is best performed at midnight to obtain the desired effect.
To start, add a pinch of tumeric powder and smidgens of sandalwood bark to the hollow of a mortar.
Then add a handful of lemon balm petals and daffodil petals, followed by twenty drops of rhododendron honey. Add sufficient water and grind with a pestle until the concoction is transformed into a thick paste.
While grinding repeat the following spell:-
“Ranwen, Goddess of Love and Might, fair of skin and smooth of touch. We hail thee who is beauty personified to come forth and shine thy divine light”.
“Ranwen, Goddess of cloudless climes and starry skies, who walks undaunted in the weltering night. She whose touch heals and nurtures, she who brings with her the scent and kisses of a thousand edelweisses”.
“Ranwen, Goddess of infinite sight, help us cure the ailing with thy wholesome touch. Fix thy gaze on their body and heal the blemish on their person”.
The most propitious time of day to concoct the following potion is between sunset and nine at night. The light of the setting sun and that of the rising moon strengthen the magical properties in the potion.
– bark of oak
– bark of cedar
– rosemary powder
– thyme powder
– helithrope petals
– alyssum petals
– eleven drops of honey
Add handfuls of heliotrope and alyssum petals into the hollow of a mortar before adding pinches of cedar and oak bark followed by smidgens of rosemary and thyme. Then grind the ingredients to blend, with a pestle.
While grinding repeat the following verses :-
“Scented Goddess of the night, fragrant Goddess of the vine come forth and be our guide. Saintly Goddess who nestles between the the herbs and the flowers come forth and shine thy light on us”.
“Churn the bark of oak and cedar to blend with the rosemary and thyme on hand. Make this potion that we conjure smell sweeter than any perfume on offer”.
Then add eleven drops of honey and enough water to fill half the mortar and repeat the following verse :-
Eir savior of those that are striken by plight and blight. Lend us your touch so that we might give the ailing some respite. Help us cure their body of warts and boils, breathe thy magic and bring this potion to life.
Hail Beal, bearer of burdens, horned God with hoofed feet. Hail Beal who appears with the balmy breeze, he who is ushered in by the scent of the fragrant narcissus.
Hail Beal, the God of Beyond, whose skin is ablaze with the light of the triumphant moon, whose eyes are alight with livid flames.
Hail Beal, at whose sight demons tremble, whose presence stifles the voices of the howlers and the prowlers of the night. Hail him, who is blessed with the strength of a thousand oxes.
God of handsome proportions, broad of shoulder, slim of waist, pale of face with hair of golden straw. Hail Beal who is lithe of body and fleet of feet. Hail Beal at whose presence the storms cower and the winds shudder.
I invoke thee, God of light and God of might, God who is blessed with infinite sight. I summon thee, God who is our unfailing guide, to preside over our gathering and to smoother our following with thy love.
I call upon the four sisters, the Guardian of the Northern Tower, the Guardian of the Western Tower, the Guardian of the Southern Tower and the Guardian of the Eastern tower to allow him who directs all our ceremonies smooth and safe passage.
– ground nightshade seeds
– hemlock roots
– lavender petals
– eleven cups of apricot juice
– eleven cups of water
The ingredients are emptied into a clay pot and placed on an earthen stove, lit by a mild charcoal fire and left to simmer. The pot is gently stirred until the first bubbles appear. The moment the brew starts to boil the pot is removed from the stove and left to cool.
Because moonlight is an essential ingredient, the brew can only be concocted at night. Ideally it would be on a clear night when the moon is full.
While the brew is on the stove and is being stirred, it is essential that the witch repeats the following spell:-
Hail Celeste, Goddess of the Moon, shine bright and cover us with your unyielding light. Let this divine decoction ingest your beams to give it a deadly bite.
Let the seeds of lethal nightshade and the roots of fatal hemlock come alive to give this potion a jolt that will make its drinker revel in heavenly delights. Let its hue be the color of the purpled petaled lavender and let it always taste sweet and savory regardless of when and where in may be consumed.
I call upon the four sisters, the Guardian of the Northern Tower, the Guardian of the Western Tower, the Guardian of the Southern Tower and the Guardian of the Eastern tower to help seal this potion with their divine magic so that threads that bind this spell together will not be undone by mortal devices.
“Hail the Guardian of the Eastern Tower, the guardian of the earth and all things that grow on and beneath, she who fills the nostrils with the scent of lime and lemon.
Hail the Guardian of the Eastern Tower, she who wafts in with the chilly wind at the stroke of midnight.
Hail the Guardian of the Eastern Tower whose pallid touch breathes life into ashen corpses, she who freely frisks and frolics with the lingering and the dawdling dead.
I summon thee, keeper of spirits, stalwart of the lost, guide of the destitute and confidant of the forlorn. I summon thee queen of the night, she who is the pale night-blooming cereus, she who shines and sparkles like a luminous star.
I summon thee who is clothed in silken threads, she who flashes and flares along with the bats of the night, she who is trumpeted by the howl of the wolf and heralded by the warble of the saintly owl.
Come sister, come forth from thy castle beneath the fertile soil of the south. Come sister, come forth, to shower us with thy love and to cover us with thy glory”
Hail the Guardian of the Southern Tower, she who sets the sky alight with her fiery blaze, she who drifts in with the twilight breeze and fills the air with the scent of jasmine and lavender.
Hail the Guardian of the Southern Tower, she who fuels the flames of passion and ambition, she who sets the heart alight with lust that no knows no heights. Hail to the Guardian who urges the temporal senses to shine bright.
I summon thee, Guardian of the fire-spirits that dance to the sparkles of tinder. Like tiny fireflies they float and flounder in the pale moonlight, under a canopy of radiant stars, setting spying eyes that watch bewilder, as they reduce all that stands in the way to cinder.
I summon thee, Guardian of the Southern Tower, who fans the flames of the funeral pyre, she whose eyes burn bright like pulsating amber. I summon thee, the star of the evening sky that blooms bright like a scarlet geranium, in the twilight hour.
Come sister, come forth from thy castle that is the towering inferno of the south, to bless this coven. Come sister, come forth, to shower us with thy love and to cover us with thy glory”.
Writers: Kathiresan Ramachanderam and Dyarne Ward
Hail the Guardian of the Western Tower, she who flows with the rivers and springs, the keeper of nymphs and the mistress of maidens who die before time.
Hail the Guardian of the West, who with her magical touch heals the scarred and blemished skin and turns it an untainted white.
Hail the Guardian of the West who heals the crackled pore and smooth-ens it to lurid and lucid ice.
Hail the Guardian of the West who presides over all spirits that haunt the waterways and lurk beneath watery expanses.
I invoke thee, she who blesses the farms and the fields with water, she who brings rains to stifle the smoldering and sweltering heat of the relentless sun.
I invoke thee, the guardian of lakes, rivers and streams, she who drifts in with the midday breeze, scattering and dispersing to all corners of the world, she whose arrival fills the nostrils with the scent of rosemary and thyme.
Come sister, come forth from thy castle in the watery graves of the West, to bless this coven. Come sister, come forth, to shower us with thy love and to cover us with thy glory”
Hail the Spirit of the Wind, the Guardian of the North, who solemnly gazes upon all things that flitter and flutter. I greet thee my sister who is vested with the powers of the earth, whose breezy touch cherishes and nourishes, whose kiss wheedles and caresses, the flowers, the oaks and the cedar.
I greet the Guardian of the North, Spirit of the Wind, keeper of trees and forests, who ambles in with the morning breeze, whose whisper fleetingly disperses watchful eyes and spying ears. I summon her who is as mild as the fleeting wind or she who is as vigorous as the raging storm.
I summon her whose voice is as sweet as a lark or as harsh as frost, she who is the essence of rose and the essence of magnolia. I summon thee the Guardian of the North in thy most placid form.
Come sister, come forth from thy castle in the farthest reaches of the brazen ice-fields to bless this coven. Come sister, come forth, to shower us with thy love and to cover us with thy glory.