Hail unto Thee, Dir thou messenger of the Gods who cometh forth from the Veil of the hereafter with feet that have the wings of swift movement and whose voice echoes throughout the Aethyr.
Hallow be the name of the Scribe God who cometh forth as the Judge of the upright and the averse.
We call Thee, O Dir, with the Sacred Book that men may not behold with reason for we of your Priesthood know that cause and effect are beyond good and evil.
Appear before us, your sacred scribes, and let the Scribe dispense with those who would profane or soil our Temple.
Give us direction, O Dir. Direct us to that Holy Path where the writings that are sacred shall be preserved, and the Ceremonies that are hidden shall be hidden, and our sacred wisdom shall be appointed to the Neophyte with Tir's Wit and Astghik's love.
Hear Thou me, it is done even in accordance with Thy Divine Will, O Scribe, that we shall preserve that which is sacred and we your Priesthood swear this mighty Oath, that those who the Priesthood judges shall be in accordance with Thy Sacred Inspirations.
Therefore, come forth to your Priesthood and see us to be pure and good. Behold, we have frozen divine inspiration on the skin of deer and have made the feather of a swan the art piece of divine movement.
Come forth, O Scribe, to inspire your Priesthood to Divine Judgment.
