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Passages from The Book of Gates Grimoire
The Mystic EAST Gate
The winds of the East beget the beginning.
The winds of the East beget the Spring ...
and dawn ...
and the waxing moon.
The winds of the East beget the opening.
Air, Element of the East ...
Air flows through all,
commingling and carrying
our breaths ...
our thoughts ...
our vibrations ...
our energies ...
swirling, surrounding,
blowing throughout,
the One churning All,
the All spinning back
to the One.
Breath is what moves
the Air ...
the winds of change,
the winds of magick.
Each magickal crafting
begins with breath.
Moon phase for the Mystic East Gate - Waxing
Under a waxing moon
—when dead moon awakens—
Goddess becomes maiden swelling with light.
This is the time of the
Mystic East Gate ...
a time when the magick of Goddess revives.
This is the time for new beginnings, new friendships, new powers ... a time
when a shattered soul may be reborn.
Trees of the East
Be it for wish, vow
or wand ...
for conjuring, prayer
or song ...
choose wisely the tree with which
to bond ...
so the magick evoked will not
go wrong.
Birch, the tree of beginnings ... It's Ogham Few name- Beith
Step upon the unknown path
where most dare not to go
with the pioneering Birch,
the first in a forest to grow.
Rid your spirit,
hearth, and home
of all malefic presence
with the purifying Birch,
the tree of
cleansing essence.
Awaken from your slumber
and dance to the
new, dawning day
with the hope-renewing Birch,
the tree
which opens your way.
Stones of the Mystic East Gate
Stones emanate
with energies
like waves
lapping upon a shore.
Choose correctly a stone
which resonates
the magick you wish to implore.
Then the stone will enforce
your crafting,
and help you accomplish more.
An East Gate Meditation
I light a candle
of golden yellow ...
and breathe, slowly in ...
slowly out.
I burn the flowers
of lavender herb ...
and breathe, slowly in ...
slowly out.
I fill my cauldron with
pure, blessed water ...
and breathe, slowly in ...
slowly out.
I dot my brow
with drops of the water ...
and deeply breathe in
the essence of air.
I lose all tensions
in the fragrant herb ...
and deeply breathe in
the essence of air.
I softly stare past
the candle's flame ...
and deeply breathe in
the essence of air.
I hold my protector stone
over my heart ...
and deeply breathe in
the essence of air.
I now transform
Into a butterfly
fluttering in sight,
Into a dragonfly
shimmering such delight,
Into an eagle
high above in flight,
Into a gleaming
ball of light.
I sore higher
and higher,
to my highest height.
I meet a guide,
a new friend there,
swirling, twirling
everywhere -
the elemental Slyph ...
a Spirit of the air!