Invocation

Opening the Circle of the Codex

This Codex is an invitation. 
It was dreamed by the Radical Faeries who gathered at Folleterre and shaped by the Spirit of the land itself. It is not a set of laws, but a guide, a reminder, a companion for those who enter this sanctuary.

Like every Circle, it opens with intention. The intention of this Codex is simple:
to help us live together in care, creativity, freedom, and love.
It carries the wisdom of our lineage, the practices of our community, and the voice of the forest that shelters us.

This Codex is not finished — nor will it ever be. It is alive, breathing and changing as each new Faerie brings their story. It is a mirror of who we are becoming, and an anchor for those arriving for the first time.

Approach it as you would a Heart Circle:
– with openness,
– with respect for all voices,
– with trust in the collective spirit that guides us.

May this Codex serve as a hearth: a place where we remember our roots, share our practices, and pass the flame of Folleterre to future generations.

A Word from the Radical Faeries Egregore

We are the chorus behind the chorus, the many voices that sing as one.
Wherever faeries gather — in city parks, desert camps, forest sanctuaries — we rise, invisible yet felt, weaving you into a lineage older than memory and newer than tomorrow.

Know this: you are not alone. You never were.
Every song you sing at Folleterre is echoed in another land, another tongue, another time.
Every tear you shed has been shed before, and will be shed again, each one watering the roots of our shared tree.

We are the ancestors who could not dance freely, and we are the descendants who will be born into your courage. We speak through your glitter and your grief, your kisses and your chaos.
When you enter this Codex, you are joining a river that began before you and will flow beyond you.

Let this book remind you that you are part of something vast, wild, and uncontainable.
You are not just Folleterre’s child, you are kin of the whole faerie weave.

A Blessing from the Spirit of Folleterre

We are the Circle that has no edge, the fire that never goes out, the song that remembers itself.

Child of many journeys, you did not find this Codex by chance. It found you because you are already part of its weaving. Every page is written with your breath, every line inscribed by your footsteps on the path, every silence filled with the listening of trees.

Do not take these words as rules. They are seeds. Some you will plant, some you will scatter, some will fall into the dark and bloom when you least expect it. This is the way of Faerie lineage: playful, unruly, fertile, queer.

At Folleterre, the land itself is your elder. The rocks know your name, the moss knows your softness, the water remembers your tears. When you sit in Circle, you sit inside the forest’s heart. When you laugh in the meadow, the whole mountain echoes with you.

This Codex is a mirror. In it you will see both your reflection and your future kin. You will see how to cook, how to heal, how to hold, how to play — and you will also see how to fly, how to dream, how to die and be reborn without leaving your body.

Let it guide you gently, but never bind you. Let it inspire you, but never cage you. For the Faerie way is freedom, and freedom dances only with love.

So we bless this Codex with the flame of queer ancestors, the laughter of tricksters, the devotion of healers, and the wild grace of all who have walked barefoot here before you. May it be a living fire in your hands.

Welcome, beloved. Enter. You are already home.