On a Friday morn (8 a.m.) when the moon is waxing, dig the earth out of the footprint of the one you
would have as a lover and dig it into the soil surrounding the roots of a willow tree, chanting the
following charm as you do:
Many earths on Earth there be
whom I love mine own shall be.
Grow, grow willow tree
sorrow none unto me.
He the axe, I the helve,
he the cock, I the hen:
As my will, so mote it be!
would have as a lover and dig it into the soil surrounding the roots of a willow tree, chanting the
following charm as you do:
Many earths on Earth there be
whom I love mine own shall be.
Grow, grow willow tree
sorrow none unto me.
He the axe, I the helve,
he the cock, I the hen:
As my will, so mote it be!
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