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Saturn, Scythe, prince of prudence, reaper of ruins, tither of time, scion of secrets, crafter of karma, fill me, your humble vessel, with your endurance, perseverance, forbearance. Let me feel the fleeting flicker of fragile flame called life so I may master my mortality! Tell me to tire, till, and toil until termination so they tell tavern tales of my time tremendously treasured. A period of time, a precious pearl. Privilege me to process the pure power of passionate presence, provided I prove proficient in proverbs of prudence. Amen.

Highest Hermes, lord of language, professor of problem solving, warden of wit, instigator of intelligence, avatar of abstraction and automation, bless me, your humble vessel, with creativity and passion so I may code and write with alacrity and forethought. Help me speak with clarity and meaning. As I don your magick mantel may you grant me mercurial wit so that my dreams may manifest and so I may improve the world through your word. Amen.