Spells, Witchcraft, Magick Spells, and Rituals

It is paddle. I it lucky find myself in a forest filled of trees of Aspen. I raise my eyes and seeks the sky, but the air skin of vague appearance of branches it of my sight. Like I seek, to feel the fresh breeze of the spring to brush the face, and to hear the noise of the sheets bruissantes. Soufflement, laughing at the east, Eurus brings thoughts of renewal and life. I am the wind further in the soft shades of the forest, deeply inhaling the strong perfume of the trees. I feel, also, the councils wafting of the scented incense. I am where my directions carry out me and come to a small release ringed by burning censers filled of oils of pleasant odor. Towards the end is circle is a personnel. I walk more to the place and sit me on the ground before it. I take the personnel in my hands and firm my eyes. Colors whirling initially come from the obliteration of yellow of darker white then then in the lavender. Then, whirling the fog of colors leave the dozen small, nimble figures which whirl around like if continued the wind itself. They dance around my boss and body, whirling around like if caught in a dance in music of unheard. Then, taking my attention of the spirits of air, I look until the lucky find appears emergence further from the fog. Initially a woman with the beauty comes from the paddle. As it takes a step ahead, each of the four winds, in their turn, accelerate of around here and fly, with each of the four corners of the ground. While it fan, there comes from the others whose form seems insubstantial, and seems to constitute the image of a woman and a cow at the same time. I look at the attempt narrowly solidifying a form, but I cannot. While this image fan, I am introduced with the shapes of two women who point out the sky of night immediately to me. One rougeoie with the pale light of full moon, and it of the eyes hold the plenitude of hidden knowledge. The other, which also to seem to radiate fresh light of stars, to seem to incarnate the possibility much of life. In convenient time, these figures also fade and I am left with only the fog of the elementary world of air. Suddenly, three male figures question of the fog. They seem to be three aspects of a man, but each attributes differ. The first rougeoie with the light of the moon, being pretence its guard. The second and thirdly seem almost identical, except that one has a helmet with wings and shoes. Because I rest and study the sameness and the difference of the three, they start fade, just as the fog. When the fog emerges, I it lucky find myself resting in the circle always seizing the personnel in my hands. I again place the personnel on the ground and raises me. I thank the element for air, and all it is associated to share with me its wisdom, and leaves the circle.