May the eye of her needle
Be passed through by the camel
My beast is ready
And eager to ride
May the comfort of her robes
Cover my animal
The temple of her refuge
Is warm inside
May I sail my vessel
Into her power
And not be tossed
By her storm
May I know the nectar
Of her flower
And be one with the flower
I will be the thorn
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Magus
(Kevin Trent Boswell)
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Author: Kevin Trent “Magus” Boswell
I coined the term Conjure Coaching to capture what I do, which is to utilize my tool box of skills to help people get what they need, be that tarot, astrology, Strategic Intervention life coaching, NLP, trance, spell work or the kitchen sink.
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