who knows herself,
touching upon others,
to receive messages all around her.
In nature's acts she finds acceptance,
as wishes and desires become realities,
in her life and the lives of others around her.
Do you see, do you hear,
do you act, do you not fear?
Do you explore what's unknown to many?
Do They answer when you call?
Jump and dive, smile and writhe,
apart from time and in the moments between.
What do you see?
What do you hear?
Be of it, and watch the world respond in return.
Be inclined, then divine.
Is it meant for you to do?
Light your candles.
Follow the images you are given,
in completion of the work so shriven.
By the powers that be,
using you as a tool for thee.
Make a practice of walking around your neighborhood, in a park, in a national forest, a graveyard, anywhere there are trees.
Enjoy your walking. Enjoy your day. Enjoy the life you feel around you. Don't have any agenda persay.
Eventually, you should be lead to a place where there is a wand laying down on the ground somewhere, never cut.
Choose to accept it. Now you have your wand.
This happens naturally when its time for a wand.
Carve, sand, decorate as you are inclined.
Enjoy your new friend and see what other new friends it brings you to.
Go from there.
As far as witches being primarily women in western culture, its tradition my dear, and unless there are lots of shake ups in reality, traditions tend to continue:
Witches, women in partnership with nature, hear the messages of the world and each other without words, and meddle when necessary.
Its a sisterhood that has historically gotten you into trouble when the men got involved.
But the gatherings continue.
And society still sees witches as women everywhere you go.
Men do and have always had roles in the practice of witchcraft and the witches' world:
Mage: Ancient Keeper of Magic Texts
Dark Magus, Teacher of the Shadows
There's another side to the coin, in the world of fraternal magic.
Who do you think they look to in the center of that pentagram circle as a summoning tool?
It can go both ways.
Earth: The structures, rituals, to hold the design.
Water: Fills the structures and connects.
Fire: Fuels the fire, impetus to act, inspiration to begin, spark of passion.
Air: Psychic connections and the will to carry out.
Spirit: The glow, no thought, beauty of experience as it touches back.
you are allowed free will in the matter,
But you cannot forget me.
When you look in the mirror,
you see my refection.
When you see your hands,
you see my hands.
You cannot forget me.
For it is the same for me with my mother.
I see her face in my face,
her hands in my hands as well.
You cannot forget me.
In the future,
your own body will not allow the forgetting.
Yet you have free will for now.
Although this blog began as primarily an informational source and place to share messages, I'm realizing that I would like to use it as a sort of a diary sometimes as well. So I'll share my experience in the spirit of beginning to write about these things that have been happening to me for as long as I can remember.
Tonight, my husband and I were invited to see an a cappella singing group perform in an Anglican Church. It was a beautiful A-frame wooden hall. The performance began and the room filled with sound. After a few songs, time started to do its stretching out wider (as it often does); and my eyes kept being drawn to the upper left of the A-frame ceiling of the building. I became aware of a mist-like light there, and I watched it for quite some time as I continued into the trance. There was an extremely beautiful and vibrant feeling encompassing the room. My eyes then became pulled to a candle flame encased in a red translucent container, suspended from the high point of the ceiling. The flame was dancing wildly, whereas before the glow was so still, I actually thought it was just a light bulb for the first songs of the performance. Then, I started paying attention to some of the lyrics of the song itself. There were words of calling God. This was a summoning song, interesting. The presence continued through the next song, hovered in the background, and then faded away. At some point, I realized that there was the background smell of frankincense in the room, well-known for inviting.
Afterwards while having coffee, I had that familiar, but kinda rare, experience of psychic recognition with a woman whose hand I shook. Its a quick thing, messages zinging back and forth so quickly you may just miss them. The look on her face told me that she didn't quite know what to do with it. I haven't responded verbally to these experiences often myself. I should start speaking up more when they happen. Who knows what they may bring:)
The balance is being redressed. I have been accepted for entrance into the A.G.W. schooling. I am grateful. This action fulfills a balance for when my guide was allowed into the circle of witchcraft by his Lady. Normally a male wouldn't be, but he was the right one for the job. Now, the powers wait and watch to see how I will make of it in the man's world of mage.
Although I am a witch, I never use the term "craft of the wise". You don't have to be wise to be a witch, just connected.
As far as wisdom is concerned, it is knowledge+experience=wisdom. You learn and experience. Then at some point after awhile, connections are formed between the various bits. You exclaim "Aha!, now, I get it!" This happens more and more as various parts of your life, experience and knowledge come crashing together. At some point, others tell you you are wise, because you are able to help them answer their questions. Its never a thing to proclaim for one's self.
This is the road to becoming wise.
Fire is that drive that makes you rut and stew.
Water is that which connects.
Air is all around us, minds zinging.
Earth is the old of the old.
Spirit grows when you charge.