Crone Healing Spells
From 'The Crone's Book of Words' by Valerie Worth
To dispel sorrow
When the World and Fate conspire to mark
Your life with lines and characters dark,
Mold a tablet of earth or clay,
Write on it all, you would cast away-
All you regret, all that your bear,
All that afflicts you, all that you fear-
Break it and bury it in the ground,
Saying this charm to heal the wound:
Sorrow be dust
And dust dissolve:
Let all my grief
Go into this grave.
A sage tea for the mind
The gray-leaved sage, stands fresh and fine
When even trees fall prey to time;
Pluck it's growt, brew an infusion
Against all darkness and confusion;
Drink it's strength, with these words:
Sage make green
The winter rain
Charm the demon
From my brain.
For an improved state of health
Fold in a scrap of velvet cloth
These treasures six to bring you health:
Leaves of tea, flowers of lavender,
Ginger and salt and clove and camphor;
Tie up the charm with a scarlet thread,
Keep it beside your nightly bed;
Breathe it on waking every day-
You must be healed, and healed must stay
A cider potion for strength
If cider is pressed when the apples are warm,
It's russet taste must keep you strong;
Heat it with cloves, with cinnamon long,
Drink it soon and read this song:
Apple rust
And cinnamon rust
And cloves like rusty nails,
Turn my skull
To an iron wall
My ribs to iron rails
For an elixir of honey
When the day approaches noon,
Hold up honey to the sun,
That their double gold may run
Shining together, mixed as one,
Drink three spoonfuls,
Then say this:
Sun charge me,
Gold serve me,
Alchemy change me,
Honey preserve me.
A horseshoe charm for the headache
This iron crescent, brown and old,
Is worth as much as virgin gold;
grasp both ends, the centre hold
Hard to your brow, heavy and cold;
Let this healing verse be told:
Good metal loosed
From horses hoof,
Draw from my brain
These nails of pain:
Cast them away,
Rust them away,
Keep them away
To cure a wart
Stamp within a silver cup
Mullein and houseleek together
Stir them with a sparrow's feather,
Let it draw the juices up;
Twenty times upon one day,
Brush them over the excrescence;
Under sunlight dry the essence-
Soon the wart must shrink away
