Be warned young traveller in the dark
All is but thoughts and imagination
Vibrations in an ocean of pulsating energy
These words carry with them the power of the Universe
Speak them only in the dark of night
Upon crossroads ‘neath a shadow moon
At the hour of the changing day
When the future has yet to dawn
And so may be changed
Stand within the sacred circle
Shed the robes of modern day
For should these words be uttered right
You will indeed vanish into maelstrom’s way
There time and space is yours to command
But only if your voice is strong
Vibrate the words with heart and soul
They mean but nought ’tis sound that works
Be it strong and pure, it will be the pebble in the pond
Ripple your sound across the void of darkness
…And begone.
Read but from memory’s page alone
The eyes should see,the mind to read but, speaketh not
The lips be still and tongue be silent
Let the sound issue forth from the heart alone
O arglwydd goruchaf bwrw hyn. cnawd, y gwaed hwn,
yr esgyrn hyn i storm amser a lle. Bwrw fy enaid
i'r lle mae fy nghalon yn ei ddymuno
I ffwrdd oddi yma, i ffwrdd oddi yma, i ffwrdd oddi yma
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Mark Newell
Mark Newell, PhD, RPA, is a writer and archaeologist in Lexington, South Carolina. In addition to working major archeological projects, he writes historical action adventure, science fiction, non fiction, Ghosting and horror.
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My mother was Welsh and imbued with the mysticism and magic of the ancient culture. My father was from the Kent village of Lamberhurst, close to the Clutterbucks, leaders of the coven that taught Gerald Gardner his craft…no wonder I have a leaning toward the arts of the Ancient Path.