The Effigy Marches to the Horizon

Awake beneath the trees. On the cliffside consume the Sun and await the visions. This day we make offering to carry favour, that we will know peace and plenty.

A Druid is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to, he travels not only by foot but by live-dreaming on earthly delights. During these flights it is known who has been chosen to ascend with the effigy.

At one with the mighty forest! The oaks shield doctrines sacred; to utter them is to profane them.