Follow me, child… Into the garden... where the dappled sunlight pouring through the leaves of the oak tree marks your path; alongside you the river laughs, bubbling over stone and earth, and the whisper of the winds is your companion. The trail before you is illuminated by the God of old. He calls to you, and goes ahead to set the feast.

See the moon rise bright and clear upon the land, it shows you the way. With patient wonder and absolute trust, enter into the realm of the shadow, of all that is secret and forbidden. The Goddess waits within the garden, her arms spread in welcome and her wise eyes turned towards the sky. Beside her, her consort stands, his head bowed in silent recognition. Together they beckon you forward.

Follow me, child, and we will show you a world of beauty and of magic...