Hail Beal, bearer of burdens, horned God with hoofed feet. Hail Beal who appears with the balmy breeze, he who is ushered in by the scent of the fragrant narcissus.
Hail Beal, the God of Beyond, whose skin is ablaze with the light of the triumphant moon, whose eyes are alight with livid flames.
Hail Beal, at whose sight demons tremble, whose presence stifles the voices of the howlers and the prowlers of the night. Hail him, who is blessed with the strength of a thousand oxes.
God of handsome proportions, broad of shoulder, slim of waist, pale of face with hair of golden straw. Hail Beal who is lithe of body and fleet of feet. Hail Beal at whose presence the storms cower and the winds shudder.
I invoke thee, God of light and God of might, God who is blessed with infinite sight. I summon thee, God who is our unfailing guide, to preside over our gathering and to smoother our following with thy love.
I call upon the four sisters, the Guardian of the Northern Tower, the Guardian of the Western Tower, the Guardian of the Southern Tower and the Guardian of the Eastern tower to allow him who directs all our ceremonies smooth and safe passage.
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