Redwood, chosen by Kokopelli, do you accept my boons?
Redwood, chosen by the Singing Stone, do you see my truth?
Redwood, wielder of divine violence, do you see my purpose?
Redwood, awoken supplicant to truth, do you see the way out of our prison?
Redwood, anointed with my flesh, I set my hand and seal you with my essence.
Go.