“I invoke the knolls to the North, that guard the entrance to this land
I invoke the Name-sakes
Upon the Seat of Ravens
Upon the signs that guided the Folk, when first we sought the sacred places.
Be for us guardians and waypoints
Help us find the roads we seek,
and guide us safely home again.
Hail the Knolls!”
“I invoke the wetlands to the East
I invoke the fragile, liminal space
The bridge between earth and water
That shelters sacred creatures
And hides secrets of its own.
Be for us a guide on uncertain, twisting paths
Help us understand the treacherous ways of bog and mist
Teach us to walk on trackless ways, unerring.
Hail the Swamp!
“I invoke our folk fire to the South-East
I invoke the hearth fire that we left burning behind us
To the bonds forged in frith, and laughter and speech
To the safe place, that keeps back the night
Be for us a memory, and an anchor to hold in our hearts
Though we fare forth into dark places
Help us remember that there is safety at our backs
Help us hold to our courage.
Hail the Fire!
“I invoke the Sacred Well to the North-West
I invoke the Land-Heart
To the place of sacrifice
To the entrance of the Underworld.
Be for us a gate, a portal
A way between
And although it is all too easy to slip beneath your waters
Grant us also passage back to Midgard
When we journey back again.
Hail the Well!
“I invoke the dusky skies above us
I invoke the cool promise of night air,
To the ever-wandering clouds
And the timeless, steadfast stars
Be for us a reminder of the vastness of universe
Help us understand that we are but tiny, fleeting sparks
in an eternal, shoreless night.
Help us to remember that we are fragile, and fallible.
Hail the night!
“I invoke very heart of the Land
I invoke the spirit of the place called Raven’s Knoll
To this land that is old as time
But is still as fresh and new to us as the first blossoms of spring
Fear us not, for we come in friendship
Though our efforts may be at times imperfect
Help us learn your wild ways
That we may heal each other of our hurts.
Hail to Raven’s Knoll!
“Here I lay the Compass Rose
Here I mark the sacred landscape that surrounds us
Way posts and trackways to guide us there and back again
Here, where we will find the crossroads
Here, where the worlds shall meet
Within and without, above and below
Drawn into the centre
Where the needfire binds them
Hail the crossroads!
~ By Grey