Well Done "Diavanii Aryia" ...Full Lady of the Coven Arts... 

Last night, I looked into the mirror and they lay down and closed my eyes. I heard voices calling me, so I responded. They asked me to come. I walked into a large temple room with the black candles as tall pillars. I walked in the middle of it, realizing I was carrying a lit green candle. The carpet running towards the middle of the pillars was long and red. I realized you were at the right and Torrah near the left pillar. I walked to right in front of the mirror and turned my head to nod at each of you in turn. I put my hand through the mirror and walked through... It was so bright in there, the sky is blue. My dragon Lymt is there brightly white. I stroke its side and hug it lovingly. The skin scales are like a snakes, soft and slightly rippled. I didn't see its face yet, but I climbed onto the dragon's back and he flew me up in the air, where we began to circle around and I saw a shining, white and sparkling castle up on a rocky mountain surrounded by foliage, trees all around. I didn't see a road, so it seemed that the only way up was to be flown by the dragon. He flew me up to the castle and I walked in the door and into a large library. I felt my hand run across the spine of many books, old, worn and leather covers. The smell of the leather mixed with the small bit of dust, they were so old. I pulled one down from the shelf and opened it. I couldn't read it, but was so happy to be in the room knowing that I have access to these works at other times when I need to know the info.. I realized that a witch wouldn't normally be up here and I felt really proud, but at the same time I knew I have a responsibility to the witches that come.My power as a witch would still remain, would not be given up, although I am in this beautiful room with all of the books. I was so grateful.I knew this....There is more. 

WELCOME TO THE LAND OF KNOWLEDGE AND REFLECTIONAL WISDOM

the secret doorway to the house itself, and nature of the divine witch being.... You are now where you should be..... and i am glad i was allowed to help you get there............your duties are now seeable...  

Master Golden WizardLuxas Aureaum (OAM) I hope you continue to be of service to any and all who come to the naming "lady," or "of the arts"

Original post here:  http://schoolofmastery.spruz.com/pt/The-journey-throught-the-mirrored-self-/blog.htm

Its in the ways of the Wicca of the 50's, 60's and 70's where I see that art's grace, in the hands of those born into it in those times, and in the linking chains that occur from their connected circles of entrace and training, with the power and potentials thereof, not in the "I picked up this book at Borders" Wicca practitioners of the New Age solitary. They have their own potentials, but in absence of the fire, these potentials often remain latent to view from what I've seen.

Study and read, sort and sift, words on page, words on screen, tells you what you need to know, to discover, are you of, do you want to be.

These things show you the way.
Then the traveling begins. Literally.

Touch and tumble, see and dive,
dedication makes you thrive.
Secret hearts spellbound being,
situations demand entreating.

Auras find their greatest flower,
when accompanied by others' power.
To be in person, to be divine,
requires a location's close entwine.
Then words become of no (minimal) use
in celebrating previously unknown truths.

Since working with those who have been in the same,
now your bond is more than a game.
Eyes flicker bright in fields of dragon's flame,
giving awareness in Her name.

As circles grown and candle-lit seen,
away you to incubate in ancient dreams.
Likened by the symbols that cover,
your touched upon flesh awakened, discovered.

In certainty you walk in priestessly fashion,
anoiting to the beats of a passion,
so often wished but now in reality seen,
look forward to the future seasons of green.

I have worked so hard to gain what I have and it is my oath to make others go through the work when it comes to the core of the teachings I have recieved in the fullness of the line with the root. I can't share everything so easily as others try to do on social sites, I realize. I can only share what the powers allow me to share as it flows through me and then I get tongue-tied when the words must stop. I can't just admin a discussion group anymore, because often, there is no room for disscussion. I can answer questions given (as I do on paganspace) and I can post messages that I am told to share on my blog. Oaths to the powers grow strong at this point and they are so fullfilling as they are kept. I keep them.

I know many around who hate Luxas and things he does. I have had issue with him in the past myself, thinking those with low self esteem would get taken advantage of. Maybe that's happened before, but in that, those women learned not to get taken advantage of again, so there was a lesson even in that. Others would never begin with him, so its not for them. They didn't want it enough. But, for the ones who it is for, I don't mind. It weeds out the worthy to recieve.

I, myself, have had my issues with Luxas as a part of my learning process. Now, I look back and embrace what I have learned, knowing that as I did it, that I looked deeper within myself and unleashed things that I had an inkling existed, but never saw. He saw them and helped to bring them out of me with the intensity of my anger, frustration, lust, and drive to reach the stars. I now consider him my best guide ( I remember when Lady U. said that too now:).  I announce that I don't hate him anymore. I know that in the past some witches were trying to back me up by trying to pull me away and I wasn't vocal enough to say any of this way back then because of my anger. Now I am.

Diavanii Aryia Regina, Full Witch, Root of the Circle Witches
 

In the names of the powers I am bound to,

In the service of the arts,

Herein is the makings of the witchery,

and the patterns of witchcraft bestode on me by my guide,

in the name of his guide,

(and her's before),

to be kept secret unto all except those who are of me,

in learning of the arts that flow from the legacy of witchery,

and into the hearts of those to Be.

So mote it be written, so mote it be said, so mote it be done.


Diavanii Regina

I use the books and sigils I was given with the legacy and root, including what was given to my guide by his Lady, and what the designs the deities we work with burn into our bodies as we become books ourselves through long-term ritual practice while the energies rub on us and fill us.

Diavanii Regina