Visualise sinking down into a pool of still cooling water. Sit in depth silence. Let your body and mind weave itself back together again to feel whole and centred. Listen to your depth.

Pan, sweet beloved Pan. If people only knew your joy, your love of freedom. You are not seperate from anything, your name meaning All. You are deeply embedded in life, Lord Pan. God of the wild, god of nature, god of the mountain wilds, God of fields, groves and wooded glens, I invoke thee.

Bestow the Owl Gift, the ability to write and communicate clearly. Show us to the burial places of mythical kings. Strike the rock with your spear. Expel the Vices from the Garden of Virtue. I call your name. Your aegis, your shield made of goat skin, produces a sound as from a myriad roaring dragons. Roar it.