Suzanne in the Avalon Orchard

Prayer for Divination

Suzanne O’Gara

Morgan Le Fay, Mistress of Magic,
May the power and beauty of Avalon
Fly to me on your raven wings.

May my mind be as clear as the Chalice Well waters,
May my words be as wise and sweet as your apple groves,
And as clever and swift as Excalibur.
May my energy be as deep and as strong
As the Tor itself.

May I embody the Lady of the Lake in all her aspects:
Wise Woman, Healer, Initiator, Lover, Mother, Teacher,
Challenger, Counselor…Priestess.

O Morgan Le Fay, strengthen my intuition,
Open my 3rd eye, and lend me The Sight.

So Mote it Be!


Suzanne O’Gara is an Herbalist, tea shop owner, teacher, performer, and writer residing in the Pioneer Valley of Western MA. She has been a member of the Sisterhood of Avalon since 2017, having performed and presented at Ninefold Festival in 2018 and 2023, respectively. When not geeking out on tea or Avalon, Suzanne can be found making VERY specific playlists and plotting travel with her magickal husband and two children.

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