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.