The Magickal Self

The robe slips easily over my shoulders

and drapes my body in magick.

The amulet rests at the space of voice

just below my upturned head.

I balance all parts of  my self

and allow the mysteries

of true magick to flow.

I speak the name of power

and step through the Gates

of Destiny...

Now Available: Lesson 7

A Year and A Day on the Wiccan Path