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