The night is a quiet darkness above the Goddess's earthly being, the trees and Branch's are swaying around me as the well of wind erupted. The sound of small animals moving about their business increased the magick I was summoning. I lowered my athame and moved deosil around my circle; chanting old Gaelic words of power, calling upon the power of my ancestors from many generations. ...May the light from these three candles blend and grow with the glow of the moon, dispelling any darkness...I felt the intense magick swelling and growing around me. ...I, Cara Sarwell, daughter of Amelia Sarwell; high priestess of Uisge Beatha do banish and dispel thy negative energy here tonight, I do pray to the goddess for her strength, and power to lead me throughout this honour... I felt the power within me, growing, dancing inside of my soul! "Its so beautiful!" I cried; not being able to resist sharing such emotions with the Goddess, after all, it is her doing.