Bridge the vast realities, An it harm none, do as ye please.
Elements protect and guard this book,
From wandering eyes and prying looks.
Fill it with thine ancient power, In this right and ready hour.
Powers of the North, the East below,
Help me to live, to learn, to grow.
Lend your strength and stability, to practice the Craft and with love be free.
Powers of the East, the wind, the sky, watch over these pages with thine eye.
Your wisdom and knowledge, for these I do ask,
That this book be worthy of the Craft and its task.
Powers of the South, Fire, and the hearth, help these shadows to prove their worth.
Infuse them with all your healing and passion,
So only good comes from the work that is fashioned.
Powers of West, the Water and the Sea, Change and growth are granted by thee.
Bless these pages with all that you know, That righteous readers may learn and grow.
And to the unschooled eye that see confusing words and sophistry,
Lead them from these sacred pages, And bless their passage through the ages.
For free will of all, And harm of none, As I have willed it, It is now done,
So Mote It Be!
