Ancient Mothers,
Keeper of the sacred cauldron.
I give to you my thoughts, my actions, and my unfinished stories.
Stir them in your sacred fire, burning away all the illusions, and any confusion, so only truth and clarity remain.
And as I rest tonight, guide me through the hidden realms to my inner source of feminine wisdom, so that when I rise with the morning light, that which I need to know will be revealed to me, at the right divine timing.
And so it is. And so it is. And so it is.
Blessed be. Blessed be. Blessed be.
