Invocation

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.