2. Mom Magick Ritual of Protection (MMRP) — Lyrics

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Lyrics

[Intro]
Crow circles what’s worth guarding.
Stand still.
Let the field remember you.
This is where I stop leaking.
This is where I gather myself back in.
Protect, then shine.

[ritual chant]
Crown of stars,
root of earth,
hand of creation,
heart of receiving.

I am the bridge between heaven and earth.
I call the light to me and I stand in its truth.
This is my circle—safe,
sacred, sealed.

I call the breath of beginnings—protect this space.
I call the flame of courage—protect this space.
I call the tides of truth—protect this space.
I call the bones of becoming—protect this space.

Crown of stars,
root of earth,
hand of creation,
heart of receiving.

I am the bridge between heaven and earth.
I call the light to me and I stand in its truth.

[Outro]
Nothing to fix.
Nothing to fight.
Nothing crosses without consent.
You are the light.

Crow is on the wire, keeping watch over you.

About This Piece

MMRP stands for Mom Magick Ritual of Protection.

This track exists here for one reason:
the space has to be sealed before the journey continues.

INTERLVDE opens the door.
MMRP draws the circle.

I wrote this ritual months before the album, during a season where my life was loud, messy, tender, and deeply human. It came from the same place as the rest of this record — the need to stay present without leaking myself everywhere.

This isn’t performance magick.
It’s practical magick.

The kind you do in the five minutes before the house wakes up.
The kind you do when your nervous system needs a boundary more than a breakthrough.

Why it lives here

INTERLVDE is an in-between album.
That means protection matters.

Before grief speaks.
Before memory opens.
Before dreams start knocking.

MMRP says:
I am here. I am held. I am not available to everything.

It sets the field so the rest of the album can move safely.

Lineage (briefly)

This ritual grew from my relationship with the Lesser Banishing Ritual of the Pentagram (LBRP) — a structure I still respect and practice.

This version isn’t a replacement. I still perform the LBRP.
It’s a translation.

I needed words that stayed in my body.
Language that moved with breath, posture, and daily life.
Ancient bones, spoken in a voice I could live inside.

If you want the full breakdown — the longer ritual, the background, the practical how-to — I’ve written about that separately, and I link it here.

This track is simply the felt version.
The one that lives inside the album.

Why it comes second

Track 1 invites you in.
Track 2 says: you’re safe here.

After that, the stories can speak.

Thank you for standing inside this moment.
Thank you for tending your own field.

A little crow’s on the wire,
keeping watch over you. 🐦‍⬛