Invocation is a great word.
From the latin word invocare “to call on, to give”, an invocation reaches not only for protection and favor from evil forces. In and of its very nature, invocations are forms of possession, attempts to self-identify with that which is called upon.
Too often we invoke, or pray for, spirits to protect and defend against being possessed.
We have falsely concluded that the very word possession connotes something demonic. We say “he is possessed” with a negative intent, when in fact, it could just as easily be a positive one.
In other words, invocations are ways to self-identify with that which is called upon.
The difference is whether we are can move from a defensive posture of fear to a proactive posture of love.
To become possessed is actually to have one’s normal way of relating replaced by another - therefore, each day we live and move and breathe is yet another day to call upon spirits that will possess us and move within us that which seek to become, NOT THAT WHICH WE FEAR.
Would that we had a world that wished to be possessed by unconditional regard. That begged each day for confidence, self-acceptance, service, wisdom, serenity, courage and an unabridged appreciation of each breath we take? That reached for strength of character and a rhythm of love? That asked for an appreciation of human suffering as well as human joy and sought an abiding trust in the seasons of life’s journey.
To be possessed by these and so many other spirits has led me to write this adult invocation.
As always with my reflections, take what you need and leave the rest.

Lord of that which is seen and unseen, creator of my life and giver of free will,

Help me this day to be aware of the limits of my time on this earth, that I may use each moment as a responsible steward of my power for good.

Give me confidence in my decisions, in my intuitions, in my God given life orientation, that I may be a model of genuine self-acceptance and humble service.

May I be enriched this and every day, from the first sound to my last breath.

May a little of life’s breath be taken away this day, not by the Angel of Death but by the Awesomeness of Life.

May I grow this day in serenity, courage and wisdom.

Not from being shielded from mountains of sorrow or rivers of pain, but strengthened to climb and swim

Not with the speed of sound but with the rhythm of love.

Give me courage to walk the paths of life this day boldly, even those difficult and stressful paths– and in so doing, make me resilient and sturdy

Unyielding to the winds of fear and the temptations of half-truths.

Give me strong shoulders to carry the hardships of this day, determination to face choices with an abiding trust that all results lie in a power greater than self.

Give me both the warmth of blue skies and sunshine to make me smile – and the grey skies and clouds to cool my desire for perfection.

May life hold me in its palm, caressing me and my loved ones, giving us not an absence of conflict, but the ability to live peacefully within it.

May I remember this and every day that “in the end, all things will be well, and if they are not well, it is not the end.