Upon this Mystic Night
The elements come to consecrate with delight
Spirit of Healing, we come, knealing
By the power of Father, Son, and Holy Spirit
To which you MUST submit
Lady Theotokos, guardian of our souls
Oh Nurturing Nature, cleanse us of these
wretched moles
Deliver us from The Adversary's flaming coals
Enter willfully into this troubles sanctuary
With the sword of St. Michael, and the rose of
St. Mary
In this, by the Most Holy number of Seven
Let this prayer ascend to the Highest Heaven
Father, Sun, Holy Spirit Holy Mother, Crone
and Maiden
The Holy Sword that penetrates the heart will
summon victory with it's blade with in
Peace, balance, justice, Serenity by the conscous
Christ we will know to see
So Mote It ber
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