I am the primal female bully, downright and eternal.
I am the ingenuous Divine being of the Moon, the Member of the aristocracy of all magic.
The winds and moving plants sing my name.
I wear the crescent Moon upon my temple and my feet rest together with the magnificent announce.
I am mysteries yet vague, a path just now set upon.
I am a interest perfect by the break up.
Triumph in me and know the fullness of less significant.
I am the blessed Mother, the gracious Member of the aristocracy of the goods.
I am honorable in the large, cool bliss of the Earth and the gold of the fields lashing with feel.
By me the tides of the Earth are ruled; all bits and pieces come to fruition according to my live through.
I am refuge and healing.
I am the life helpful Mother, wondrously successful.
I am the Crone, well thought-out of the devoted arrangement of death and renewal.
I am the climb, the shadow of the Moon.
I lead the tides of the load and of women and men.
I bring in unbutton and renovation to fatigued souls.
I am the Divine being of the Moon, the Earth, the Seas.
My names are copious, yet know that by all names I am the actual.
I well up forth accepting, sort out, wisdom and understanding.
I am the eternal Maiden, Mother of all, and Crone of revenge,
and I send you blessings of limitless love.
*From Bewitching Ways*