"The cauldron of the mother her mysteries wise and deep. Rise now as I call thee this sacred space to keep. The mother supports me, the consort defends me, the guardians surround me, with a web of golden stars. Above and below, around and about I charge this circle, in and out. And legions await my word, so be it."
Takedown
"The web of life is an endless circle never to die only to change form. What was begun is now finished, welcome home these energies borne. This circle is open never broken. It is so."
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