Invocation For Childbirth-
~Orphic Hymn 2 to Prothhyraea [Artemis]To Prothyraia [Artemis],
Fumigation from Storax.
...
O venerable Goddess,
hear my prayer,
for labour pains are thy peculiar care.
In thee,
when stretched upon the bed of grief,
the sex,
as in a mirror,
view relief.
Guard of the race,
endued with gentle mind,
to helpless youth benevolent and kind;
benignant nourisher;
great nature's key belongs to no divinity but thee.
Thou dwellest with all immanifest to sight,
and solemn festivals are thy delight.
Thine is the task
to loose the virgin's zone
and thou in every work art seen and known.
With births you sympathise,
though pleased to see
the numerous offspring of fertility.
When racked with labour pangs,
and sore distressed
the sex invoke thee,
as the soul's sure rest;
for thou Eileithyia alone
canst give relief to pain,
which art attempts to ease,
but tries in vain.
Artemis Eileithyia,
venerable power,
who bringest relief
in labour's dreadful hour;
hear,
Prothyraia
and make the infant race thy constant care."
Spell For Easy Childbirth-
~From: Crone's Book of Magical Words
To use the herb Motherwort
for an Easy Travail
...
When motherwort, undaunted weed,
Has sprung and flowered and gone to seed,
Gather the stalks with heads and leaves,
Tie them tin cords to five strong sheaves;
Batter their tips against a wall
Until the seeds, sharp-spined, shall fall,
And when they are scattered upon the ground,
These words will render the womb unbound:
Seeds that wound,
Husks that bind,
Leave only peace
And joy behind:
Take away pain,
Let strength remain.
Untie the stalks and strip them bare,
Fold their leaves in a velvet square,
Sew up the charm with yellow thread:
As soon as the woman is brought to bed,
See that she hold it in her hand
For ease, as weeds are born from the land. Spell For Naming The Unborn-
~Found in: Crone's Book of Magical Words
When the womb is six months full,
Carry wine in a silver bowl
... To a place where sun may turn it gold;
There, on a dozen chips of wood,
Write twelve names to name the child -
Male and female, six of each;
Let them drift upon the flood,
While, with eyes closed, forth you reach
And choose the name that meets your hand:
Draw the fragment out, and stand
Facing the sun, to read its sign
Inscribed forever from this time:
Now draw others, until you find
The other sex to match its twin -
And know that either name is good,
So given by sun and wine and wood.
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