And as you turn to leave, the priest and priestess turn to you, the gentle glow of the God and Goddess still visible in their eyes. The woman raises a hand, and traces a five-pointed star on your forehead in reverent benediction, and you feel the slight tingle at her touch. Her lips curve into a quiet smile as she speaks. "Thank you, Lord and Lady, for greeting this person who joined our Circle today. We ask for Your blessing as we depart, knowing still that You are with us always."
	The man's smile echoes the lady's, and he continues, "May this visitor continue to find your strength and compassion both within and without. Hail and farewell; blessed be." And with that statement the glow of the Lord and Lady leaves them, and they return to being simply another two fallible humans, a pair of people in robes... or do they? For with your still-heightened perceptions you can sense the spark of divinity within them... and you might even notice that it matches the still small spark within yourself.

And as you turn to leave, the priest and priestess turn to you, the gentle glow of the God and Goddess still visible in their eyes. The woman raises a hand, and traces a five-pointed star on your forehead in reverent benediction, and you feel the slight tingle at her touch. Her lips curve into a quiet smile as she speaks. "Thank you, Lord and Lady, for greeting this person who joined our Circle today. We ask for Your blessing as we depart, knowing still that You are with us always."

The man's smile echoes the lady's, and he continues, "May this visitor continue to find your strength and compassion both within and without. Hail and farewell; blessed be." And with that statement the glow of the Lord and Lady leaves them, and they return to being simply another two fallible humans, a pair of people in robes... or do they? For with your still-heightened perceptions you can sense the spark of divinity within them... and you might even notice that it matches the still small spark within yourself.

They turn left; you turn with them. As they face the East, the woman calls, "Farewell to the spirit of the East, essence of Air. Whether our visitors walk this path or another, may they take with them accurate knowledge of our way, and the wisdom to understand that we simply ask for tolerance of our practice or any practice. Hail and farewell; blessed be." The faint impression of dancing in the air stops, and the slight breeze fades, leaving you feeling refreshed, and with a better sense of understanding.

Facing the South, the man speaks. "Farewell to the spirit of the South, essence of Fire. Whether our visitors believe or disbelieve in magick, may they take with them the power and will to understand that no matter what method they use, they do have the ability to change their own lives if they are not to their liking, and to change their own hearts if they find within that which hinders rather than helps, and the ability to act on their beliefs, whatever those might be. Hail and farewell; blessed be." The darting salamanders in the flames fade, and the feeling of heat subsides, leaving in its wake a sense of courage and empowerment within you.

Facing the West, the woman murmurs softly, "Farewell to the spirit of the West, essence of Water. Whether our visitors feel curiosity or indifference to our way, may they take with them no fear of who we are and what we do, but rather a spirit of compassion and tolerance of all people who believe in different things. Hail and farewell; blessed be." The sylph-song fades, and the dampness lessens, leaving a peace and hope that washes away all fear.

Facing the North, the man booms out, "Farewell to the spirit of the North, essence of Earth. As the Earth offers us strength and gives us a foundation for our footsteps, may our visitors take with them a heightened respect for what can be done to help sustain you as you sustain us. Hail and farwell; blessed be." And the crafty gnomes slowly steal away, leaving you strengthened in your own work, and in what you can do to help any damage to our planet.

The woman traces a doorway with her hand directly in front of you, and the faint shimmer breaks at that point, and beyond you can see a landscape that looks like where you came from. She stands to the left of the doorway, with the man to her right, and holds out a hand to you, both a gesture to go, and a reaching out that lets you know you will be welcome to return. "The Circle is open, but unbroken. May the peace of the Goddess and the love of the God go in our hearts. Merry meet, and merry part, and merry meet again. Blessed be!" And as you return a quiet 'blessed be' to the twosome, you pass back into the world you know, with a feeling that somehow, somewhere, the magic of the Circle will always be with you, and always be someplace to which you can return.

Merry Part, and Merry Meet Again!

	They turn left; you turn with them. As they face the East, the woman calls, "Farewell to the spirit of the East, essence of Air. Whether our visitors walk this path or another, may they take with them accurate knowledge of our way, and the wisdom to understand that we simply ask for tolerance of our practice or any practice. Hail and farewell; blessed be." The faint impression of dancing in the air stops, and the slight breeze fades, leaving you feeling refreshed, and with a better sense of understanding.
		Facing the South, the man speaks. "Farewell to the spirit of the South, essence of Fire. Whether our visitors believe or disbelieve in magick, may they take with them the power and will to understand that no matter what method they use, they do have the ability to change their own lives if they are not to their liking, and to change their own hearts if they find within that which hinders rather than helps, and the ability to act on their beliefs, whatever those might be. Hail and farewell; blessed be." The darting salamanders in the flames fade, and the feeling of heat subsides, leaving in its wake a sense of courage and empowerment within you.
	Facing the West, the woman murmurs softly, "Farewell to the spirit of the West, essence of Water. Whether our visitors feel curiosity or indifference to our way, may they take with them no fear of who we are and what we do, but rather a spirit of compassion and tolerance of all people who believe in different things. Hail and farewell; blessed be." The sylph-song fades, and the dampness lessens, leaving a peace and hope that washes away all fear.
Facing the North, the man booms out, "Farewell to the spirit of the North, essence of Earth. As the Earth offers us strength and gives us a foundation for our footsteps, may our visitors take with them a heightened respect for what can be done to help sustain you as you sustain us. Hail and farwell; blessed be." And the crafty gnomes slowly steal away, leaving you strengthened in your own work, and in what you can do to help any damage to our planet.