Protection Spell
Like the Wheel of the Year the Calendar turns;
Candles melt and fire burns.
Through Isis and Osiris the Power will flow;
The magic in my hands will grow and grow.
The magical spider its web does weave;
Nothing can penetrate nothing can cleave.
The spider weaves its magical web;
The force of the oceans, its tides flow and ebb.
The Elements of Power are mine at hand;
Air, Fire, Water, Earth are mine to command.
The Mirror of Hathor evil to return;
With thought of pure intent and desire does burn.
The winds we raise in circular spire;
Hear my call, my plea, do my desire.
As My Will, So Mote It Be!
by: Chuck Peart, Circle of the Unicorn, 1995
