This one goes to my sister, Manna, the best walker between the worlds that I know.
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The table is set, the house is lit, and the pact stands. The ivy drips from the heart. Passing through the ring it makes a wreath. Underneath it is a fountain. The Angel Raphael wants compassion. So be it. Messages from afar come through, though all of it is familiar. The hidden star makes an appearance, just as you have finally managed to remove some wax off your ritual garments. Some cards can be used for that. The word is: ‘A whole lot’. A whole lot of history transmitted through prenuptial agreements unfolds right under your nose. The spark of the amethyst lights up the path up the ladder. The Belladonna of the Key is about to plunge into what she won’t tell. The spell is lunar.