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The Spirit, The World, The Conjuror, and the Cosmos

To Escape Madness       To Be Invisable
Follow these steps                Fern-seed   
To guard your wits                In your pocket
When the round moon rises         Will hide you
The gray moon gazes               From some
The cold moon crazes              But to be free
The mad moon amazes               Of Everyone
Shroud all mirrors                You must go away
Curtain all windows               Where water lies
Shut ever door                    Quiet, and look
Cover your hair                   To find your face-
Wind red yarn                     Then scatter
About your arm                    The seeds across
And knot it thrice                Your image
While saying this:                Until
Luna Lusca                        It departs
Lupa Lurida                       
Lana Livida            
Lac Lapidia
Non Latro
Sed Lateo

Looking Into Mirrors            Passing a Cemetery
Look to the left                      Knit your fingers
Look to the right                     Hold your breath
Look in the glass                     Say to yourself
And say these lines:                  This verse for Death:
Quicksilver                           Keeper of bones
Mirror Silver                         I know thy face
Show Me                               But I shall yet
My True Face.                         Outstrip thy pace.
Look at the eyes:
If their black center
Be shrunk and small
The mirror lies.

Put over Doorway                   Said Across A Bridge
Who comes to me I keep                In air but not flying  
Who goes from me I free               Nor on the earth walking
Yet against all I stand               Nor in a boat riding
Who carry not my key                  Still cross without doubting-
                                      The way will uphold you
To decrease one's power        If you will say boldly:
To shrink his lust                    Bridge, be strong
And wither his dust                   From end to end
Call the first                        And let me pass
Diminish the rest                     From land to land.
Whisper the last:
Norodarogor                         To Increase One's Power
Rodarogor                              Lie down as dead
Darogor                                Then upward awaken
Rogor                                  Raise this word
Ogor                                   Your strength to quicken
Or                                     On
                                       Oron
Summoning a Ghost               Doron
For conversation                       Radoron
With the dead                          Gorodoron
Attend to ceremony                     Rogorodoron
Avoid the grave's
Annoyance, speaking
Always gently:                         To Pass Through A Locked Door
Earth, bone                            Where the lock
And winding sheet                      Is filled with rust
Let this spirit                        And all the keys 
Come to me-                            Have long been lost
Yet send it                            And time has warped
In peace                               The heavy door
Or not at all                          Against the place
If it come,                            It fit before
It should be offered                   And no one can
White wine                             Remember now
Not red                                What joys or sorrows
And knelt to                           It could show
From Pity                              Then you must tap
                                       Its silent boards
                                       Once, twice, and thrice
                                       And say these words:
                                       Whatever lies
                                       Beyond this door
                                       Let me enter
                                       Without fear
                                       Or else with lever
                                       Saw, and axe
                                       I'll serve the wood
                                       Until it breaks
                                       If its panels
                                       Do not fall
                                       Its frame unfasten
                                       From the wall
                                       And show the hidden
                                       Scene to you
                                       You are not worthy
                                       Of the view.

This is from the book "The Crone's Book of Words" by Valerie Worth.