Welcome to your mystical rosary meditation.
I call upon the Father,
The Mother,
And the Holy Child.
Blessed be our Father who art the Son,
Hallowed be your warmth.
Your seasons come,
Your love be done,
On earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily sustenance.
Teach us to forgive ourselves as we forgive each other and lead us out of this illusion of separation and into the clarity of beloved community.
Hail Maiden full of graces,
Your beloved is with you.
Blessed are you among mothers and blessed as the fruit of your womb,
Life.
Holy Crone,
Queen of the darkness,
Pray for me now until the hour of my death.
Hail Maiden full of graces,
Your beloved is with you.
Blessed are you among mothers and blessed as the fruit of your womb,
Life.
Holy Crone,
Queen of the darkness,
Pray for me now until the hour of my death.
Hail Maiden full of graces,
Your beloved is with you.
Blessed are you among mothers and blessed as the fruit of your womb,
Life.
Holy Crone,
Queen of the darkness,
Pray for me now until the hour of my death.
Hail Maiden full of graces,
Your beloved is with you.
Blessed are you among mothers and blessed as the fruit of your womb,
Life.
Holy Crone,
Queen of the darkness,
Pray for me now until the hour of my death.
Hail Maiden full of graces,
Your beloved is with you.
Blessed are you among mothers and blessed as the fruit of your womb,
Life.
Holy Crone,
Queen of the darkness,
Pray for me now until the hour of my death.
Hail Maiden full of graces,
Your beloved is with you.
Blessed are you among mothers and blessed as the fruit of your womb,
Life.
Holy Crone,
Queen of the darkness,
Pray for me now until the hour of my death.
Hail Maiden full of graces,
Your beloved is with you.
Blessed are you among mothers and blessed as the fruit of your womb,
Life.
Holy Crone,
Queen of the darkness,
Pray for me now until the hour of my death.
Hail Maiden full of graces,
Your beloved is with you.
Blessed are you among mothers and blessed as the fruit of your womb,
Life.
Holy Crone,
Queen of the darkness,
Pray for me now until the hour of my death.
Hail Maiden full of graces,
Your beloved is with you.
Blessed are you among mothers and blessed as the fruit of your womb,
Life.
Holy Crone,
Queen of the darkness,
Pray for me now until the hour of my death.
Hail Maiden,
Mother,
Crone.
In my breath,
My blood,
My bone.
With honeyed heart and head on fire,
I offer you my deepest desires.
Here I invite you to visualize your heart's desires.
Tell our Divine Mother what you seek,
To experience in this life,
What brings you joy,
What softens your grief.
And though they know not what they do,
I vow to live what is true.
With your fire,
Create holy art and lead the lost back to honeyed heart.
I call upon the Father,
The Mother,
And the Holy Child.
Blessed be.