"The Imploring of Circe, (Goddess of Majick), for Enlightenment of the Ancient Craft."

I walk somewhere in-between,
on another frequency...

Behind the layers where most
do not tread, not because it
doesn't exist but because their
eyes aren't opened-up unto
them...

"Open-up the layers, open-up
the layers and silence the nay
sayers,
Make them understand the
reality of the realms and the
beauty of crossing-over
Take them unto the edge of the
borders and let their minds be
filled with infinite wonder as
they hear and feel and see things
revealed only to the Seers and
Necromancers,"

Give them answers that expand
the mind beyond its present
finite condition
Inciting ancient, ritualistic behaviors
and implementing within them
runes that bring their souls to
fruition

"Oh venerable Circe teach us your
knowledge of the Ancient Craft;
Let our eyes be brightened and our
hatred diminished as within us by
your Light, we are enlightened,"

I feel the surge of its flow and the
presence of its energy as its gift is
quickened within and becomes
automatic, instinctively