I sit in the garden under the dark hue created by the moon,  in the center of a toadstool-ring. In the old country, they were called faerie-rings, and were thought to be gateways. The circle has about a ten foot radius. I always find it easier to do rituals in my natural element. In front me is a right handed leather glove with a metal pieces attached to it. Next to the glove is a hand-sharpened stone and oaken stick.

I cut my hand to allow vitae to drip upon the metal of the glove. I draw a small circle with the stick as I begin to chant, “barda  ar dhul ó sholas dó.” My eyes go white as I fall into a deep trance. I repeat the phrase ,“barda  ar dhul ó sholas dó” slowly over and over again. The blood on the metal part starts to glow with a piercing light as the item is being altered for war. I chant continually, hour after hour. The circle starts to glow a dark forest green as the blood dries. My eyes return to normal after ten hours of the chant. I emerge from the trance looking tired but I know this action was needed. I take my newly forged item, the stone and I put the oak stick strait up in the center of the fairies playground.

Refocusing my will, I call upon the power of the great forgotten black oak. * 9,7,2,8,8, 2,6,7,10,6, 1 (7 successes)* The stick forms into an a fully grown Black oak tree as I give thanks to the power the earth has given me. The new oak has a ten foot base but stops short of the the ring of mushrooms that now protect the mighty tree. I take glove and stone and place them in an oaken box as I prepare for slumber.