Morrigan of shadowed flame,
Guardian of blood and birth,
I call to you.
Goddess of battle, prophecy, and sacred power.
Stand with me at the gate of the South,
Where fire burns and will is forged.
Teach me to walk with courage and clarity,
To stand in my truth and face the fire.
Guide me, Queen of Crows,
As I midwife the death of the old and the rise of the new.
May your strength pulse in my veins,
As I become the fire of transformation.
Close your eyes and feel the sun at its zenith, high above a wild, windswept plain. The air is hot and buzzing with life. You stand strong, your feet grounded, your heart steady and alert.
Across the plain she comes - The Morrigan. The sky shifts as she nears, dark wings beating the air beside her. She moves like storm and shadow, a cloak of feathers and smoke swirling in her wake. She halts before you, fierce and calm, eyes piercing.
She holds out a blade - not to harm, but to offer you a choice: What will you release? What truth will you wield?
You take the blade, and she nods. She marks your brow with ash and fire, saying, “You are no one’s prey. Stand in your truth. Be unafraid to change.”
As her presence burns through you, you feel old fears fall away. You are forged anew in her flame. Thank her, and return carrying her strength in your bones.
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