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If there are hungry shades about me, let them wait and stare unfed. If lonely aging gods there be here, let them look elsewhere for food. Aeminaerotherrethorarabeanimea, ptomou lalapsa, phorbea nereato brimo. I consecrate this circle to her who waits beneath the earth, and to her who makes life on the earth, and to her who makes cold light shine down above the earth. I demand protection for what lies within. Trivia of the crossways attend me on my trials. Bless my ritual I beseech thee!


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