Desire Fullfilled

Aldebaran burns, a ruby beacon for Venus as she crosses the threshold of Gemini. Jupiter lavishes abundant favors, joyous for her presence while tripartate Rigel, pulsing blue, summons her to bestow her graces on the Witch's Head. In the lovely hours of the perfect summer, all shall be fulfilled. Spica portends all wishes to be granted, the omens are clear and the crows have said it's so. This is the time incandescent when fortune, like a moth to flame cannot resist the summoner. Coven of stone at Mono's shores give back the stars to the sky, listening and passing our entreaties heaven-ward. Earthly sky-seed but not bound, heaven opens to a witch's plaintive call, the nebula glows. Red door and finger of God, an easy path opens before us. The air is balmy and sweet and the river swift, but gentle. Gratitude remembering abundance now treasured.