At the hinge of the night, when one day has died and the next has not yet drawn breath, a mark made on paper can be made to live. This is a sigil grown like a root.
Shallow wealth blows away with the first ill wind, but wealth that roots downward cannot be pulled up. This working reaches toward a prosperity that deepens rather than dazzles, drawing your fortunes down into the dark and patient earth where nothing can reach them but you.
The Working
- At midnight, by the light of a single candle, still your breath until the flame no longer wavers.
- Write your intention for lasting wealth as one unbroken line of letters, then strike out every vowel and every repeated letter.
- From the letters that remain, draw a single bound figure whose lines all run downward, like roots seeking water.
- Anoint each of the sigil’s roots with a trace of oil, feeding it as you would feed a seedling.
- Set a stone of jet, obsidian, or smoky quartz upon the paper to weight the working into the ground of things.
- Pass the sigil three times through the candle-smoke and speak the incantation, charging the mark until it seems to pull at your hand.
- Bury the paper beneath a growing plant, or fold it small and keep it where you sleep, and never show it to another soul.
The Incantation
Midnight, the hinge, the turning of days,
take this mark and give it ways
to root and to reach in the dark below,
down where the deep and patient things grow.
Not the coin that glitters and flees,
but wealth like the oak with its hundred-year knees.
Grow me a fortune too deep to be drawn,
and hold it there fast till the breaking of dawn.
The root-mark works slowly and without spectacle; trust it as you would trust a seed you cannot see growing. What you plant at midnight, you harvest for years.