Green for earth, manifestation, wisdom in the north. Black for the Void in the center. I set up an infuser, a candle-heated cup of water that infuses the air with incense without causing those allergic to smoke to have breathing problems. In it I put Mr. Stewart s faery incense. A few people came in and sat down as I sang in the elements, setting up the corners for our work on a aural, as well as visual, level.
All traditions are a fusion of the teaching and the teacher.
Eventually, there were forty-three people, just as many as would fit in the chairs and on the floor in a circle around the room. I repeated the warning that this was all under copyright, and that therefore all I could do was read from the book. I could not guarantee, however, what would actually happen when we got into the Presence, but what they all must hear is that my plan was to read from the book. I spoke to them of the intent to go to the primal temple of the UnderWorld, which is also the Innerworld, and enter the presence of the Dark Goddess. Intent is the key.