For Those Who Truly Are Pagan Or Witches
This Is Not A Thread For Wannabees , Or Those
Claiming To Be What They Are Not , This Is Truly
A Thread For Those Who Are Practitioners , Or
Above , Of The Old Ways , And Even Though I
Shall Accept Modern Wicca , That Is Nowhere
Near The Old Ways...
You Do Not Have To Be From America , Or Europe ;
If You Are A Witch / Wietch , Enter And Speak Your Words ;
It Is Now Our Time...The Time Of Change ;
Remember :
She Changes Everything She Touches ,
Everything She Touches Changes ;
This Is Her Time !
Claiming To Be What They Are Not , This Is Truly
A Thread For Those Who Are Practitioners , Or
Above , Of The Old Ways , And Even Though I
Shall Accept Modern Wicca , That Is Nowhere
Near The Old Ways...
You Do Not Have To Be From America , Or Europe ;
If You Are A Witch / Wietch , Enter And Speak Your Words ;
It Is Now Our Time...The Time Of Change ;
Remember :
She Changes Everything She Touches ,
Everything She Touches Changes ;
This Is Her Time !
Pan - Demonium
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Pan , Pan , Io Pan ,
Pan That Thou Art , Pan That I Am ,
Pan As Both Wild And Free ,
Pan In You , And Pan In Me ,
Pan In Dance , And Pan In Song ,
Pan As I , Now Come Along
Pan As Moon , And Pan As Fire ,
Pan Whose Force Is Our Desire ,
Pan Whose Voice Is Spoken Through ,
Lover's Cries In Night And Noon ,
Pan Whose Feet Tattoo The Earth ,
As Each New Being Meets It's Birth ,
Pan Above , And Pan Below ,
Pan Be With Us , Where Whither We Go ,
Pan Alive , Magick Afoot ,
As The Seed Doth Flow From Root ,
As Lover's Rut In Heat And Passion ,
And Naked Flesh Is Back In Fashion ,
As The Nymph Asks The Satyr ,
Will He View Her , Or Will He Mate Her ?
Will Standing Stone Meet Faery Ring ,
As Hearts Doth Beat , And Souls Doth Sing ?
Wilt The Spark Become The Flame ,
Consuming All Of Guilt And Shame ,
Leaving Only Joy And Pleasure , To Grow Beyond
All Worlds Of Measure ?
Wilt The Pools Of Pebbles Ripple ,
Reflect The Lips Upon The Nipple ?
Or Wilt The Sound Of Waters Fall ,
Merge With Two Becoming All ?
Wilt Thou Join Me , Dost Thou Dare ?
Give Me Not Thy Feeble Stare ,
Give Me Not Thy Deadened Limbs ,
Give Me Not Thy Mind So Dim ,
Awake , Arise , Become Thy Beast ,
Let Mother's Nature Never Cease ,
To Ebb , And Flow , And Cycle Through ,
This Being Now Ye Call As You ,
This Being Made Of Fire And Earth ,
And Water And Air And Spirit And Mirth !
May You Always Greet The Day ,
In A Wild And Sacred Way ,
And May The Blanket Of The Night ,
Ne'er Cover Your Cries Of Lover's Bite
May The Wolf And Forest Stag ,
Cause Your Feet To Never Lag ,
And May Your Eyes Only See,
The World Through Awe And Mystery !
Be Thou Wild , Be Thou Free , Be As Pan In You And Me !
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Pan , Pan , Io Pan ,
Pan That Thou Art , Pan That I Am ,
Pan As Both Wild And Free ,
Pan In You , And Pan In Me ,
Pan In Dance , And Pan In Song ,
Pan As I , Now Come Along
Pan As Moon , And Pan As Fire ,
Pan Whose Force Is Our Desire ,
Pan Whose Voice Is Spoken Through ,
Lover's Cries In Night And Noon ,
Pan Whose Feet Tattoo The Earth ,
As Each New Being Meets It's Birth ,
Pan Above , And Pan Below ,
Pan Be With Us , Where Whither We Go ,
Pan Alive , Magick Afoot ,
As The Seed Doth Flow From Root ,
As Lover's Rut In Heat And Passion ,
And Naked Flesh Is Back In Fashion ,
As The Nymph Asks The Satyr ,
Will He View Her , Or Will He Mate Her ?
Will Standing Stone Meet Faery Ring ,
As Hearts Doth Beat , And Souls Doth Sing ?
Wilt The Spark Become The Flame ,
Consuming All Of Guilt And Shame ,
Leaving Only Joy And Pleasure , To Grow Beyond
All Worlds Of Measure ?
Wilt The Pools Of Pebbles Ripple ,
Reflect The Lips Upon The Nipple ?
Or Wilt The Sound Of Waters Fall ,
Merge With Two Becoming All ?
Wilt Thou Join Me , Dost Thou Dare ?
Give Me Not Thy Feeble Stare ,
Give Me Not Thy Deadened Limbs ,
Give Me Not Thy Mind So Dim ,
Awake , Arise , Become Thy Beast ,
Let Mother's Nature Never Cease ,
To Ebb , And Flow , And Cycle Through ,
This Being Now Ye Call As You ,
This Being Made Of Fire And Earth ,
And Water And Air And Spirit And Mirth !
May You Always Greet The Day ,
In A Wild And Sacred Way ,
And May The Blanket Of The Night ,
Ne'er Cover Your Cries Of Lover's Bite
May The Wolf And Forest Stag ,
Cause Your Feet To Never Lag ,
And May Your Eyes Only See,
The World Through Awe And Mystery !
Be Thou Wild , Be Thou Free , Be As Pan In You And Me !
Into The Night She Circles
Into The Night She Circles ,
Chanting Her Footsteps Round ,
Her Robes So Deep , Black On Black ,
Swirling Above The Mound ;
A Crescent Moon Upon Her Brow ,
A Wand Held In Her Hand ,
A Sickle Hanging From Her Sash ,
She Is a Guardian Of This Land ;
She Is A Spark Within The Dark ,
A Fire In The Mist ,
A Glimmer Of Glamour , As Arms Raised Arc ,
Spread Wide To Be Moon Kissed ;
She Dances Ancient , Time Before ,
She Cries The Goddess Wild ,
She Is a Mother Of This Earth ,
A Crone Within A Child ;
She Calls , She Drones , In Rise , And Fall ,
Voice Echoing Off The Stones ,
She Howls , She Screams , Her Magick Spell ,
In Primal Woman's Tones ;
She Is Raven At Midnight ,
She Is The Dreamer , And Her Dreams ,
She Is Shadow , She Is Light ,
She Is More Than All She Seems
Into The Night She Circles ,
Chanting Her Footsteps Round ,
Her Robes So Deep , Black On Black ,
Swirling Above The Mound ;
A Crescent Moon Upon Her Brow ,
A Wand Held In Her Hand ,
A Sickle Hanging From Her Sash ,
She Is a Guardian Of This Land ;
She Is A Spark Within The Dark ,
A Fire In The Mist ,
A Glimmer Of Glamour , As Arms Raised Arc ,
Spread Wide To Be Moon Kissed ;
She Dances Ancient , Time Before ,
She Cries The Goddess Wild ,
She Is a Mother Of This Earth ,
A Crone Within A Child ;
She Calls , She Drones , In Rise , And Fall ,
Voice Echoing Off The Stones ,
She Howls , She Screams , Her Magick Spell ,
In Primal Woman's Tones ;
She Is Raven At Midnight ,
She Is The Dreamer , And Her Dreams ,
She Is Shadow , She Is Light ,
She Is More Than All She Seems
Handfasting Ritual
Lord And Lady ,
Lady And Lord ,
He The Chalice ,
She The Sword ,
His Inner Woman ,
Her Inner Man ,
Heart to Heart ,
Hand To Hand ,
Two As One , As Trinity ,
A Cojoining Of Their Energy ;
Raise The Chalice !
Hold High The Blade !
Let The Union , Now Be Made ,
Let The Spirits , Who Are Here ,
Bind Ye This Day ,
And More , A Year ,
Bind Ye As One ,
Beyond Of Two ,
Learn From Each Other ,
As Lovers Do ,
Love Each Other ,
For Sacred Ye Be ,
Yer Union Is The Great Mystery ,
Ever Unfolding ,
In It's Own Way ,
Ye Are Here Bound , For A Year And a Day !
Lord And Lady ,
Lady And Lord ,
He The Chalice ,
She The Sword ,
His Inner Woman ,
Her Inner Man ,
Heart to Heart ,
Hand To Hand ,
Two As One , As Trinity ,
A Cojoining Of Their Energy ;
Raise The Chalice !
Hold High The Blade !
Let The Union , Now Be Made ,
Let The Spirits , Who Are Here ,
Bind Ye This Day ,
And More , A Year ,
Bind Ye As One ,
Beyond Of Two ,
Learn From Each Other ,
As Lovers Do ,
Love Each Other ,
For Sacred Ye Be ,
Yer Union Is The Great Mystery ,
Ever Unfolding ,
In It's Own Way ,
Ye Are Here Bound , For A Year And a Day !
I..... Am.....Witch
I have no dripping honey for you today
Join me in the abyss of immortally where two hearts seductively play
Dark loving as the night stalks
Drops of sacred blood unto thee as the clock slowly tick tocks
Drink of me, sink into the legendary of my seductive sins
Shredding of our inhibitions as wicked passion for us begins
At the throne of enlightenment our souls never end
The moon spellbinding in its illustrious grace
Captivating you into the night with love potions found in the honey of my taste
Veil of a sexual ancient witch, invading your bed space
Tempting you with red silk, black lace
I am the Lilith of the dark, Jezebel by sight
Fulfilling your sexual delicacies until dawn’s early light
Through a passage you become mine ordained by cosmic rites
Soar with me as ecstasy awaits
The benediction of your desired fate
Touch me tenderly, whispered spells to compel
Coveting your earthly soul
As my male concubine you will obey as ecstasy of us consoles
United spirits as one, on earth I shall control
My famished tongue feasting up and down your skin I hungrily patrol
Under my spell, no heart will ever be devoid
Locking you within my sweetest lair, bowing down
Sweet love lashes engraved deep into your skin, with every thrusting pound
My signature moon with my haloed crown, inner thigh it shall be found
Marked submissive unto me, without making a fuss or sound
Harken unto my most sacred, clandestine, and forbidden desires
As we burn in rapture lust giveth, breathlessly to retire
Interwoven souls consumed within an internal lake of fire
I.....Am.....Witch
I have no dripping honey for you today
Join me in the abyss of immortally where two hearts seductively play
Dark loving as the night stalks
Drops of sacred blood unto thee as the clock slowly tick tocks
Drink of me, sink into the legendary of my seductive sins
Shredding of our inhibitions as wicked passion for us begins
At the throne of enlightenment our souls never end
The moon spellbinding in its illustrious grace
Captivating you into the night with love potions found in the honey of my taste
Veil of a sexual ancient witch, invading your bed space
Tempting you with red silk, black lace
I am the Lilith of the dark, Jezebel by sight
Fulfilling your sexual delicacies until dawn’s early light
Through a passage you become mine ordained by cosmic rites
Soar with me as ecstasy awaits
The benediction of your desired fate
Touch me tenderly, whispered spells to compel
Coveting your earthly soul
As my male concubine you will obey as ecstasy of us consoles
United spirits as one, on earth I shall control
My famished tongue feasting up and down your skin I hungrily patrol
Under my spell, no heart will ever be devoid
Locking you within my sweetest lair, bowing down
Sweet love lashes engraved deep into your skin, with every thrusting pound
My signature moon with my haloed crown, inner thigh it shall be found
Marked submissive unto me, without making a fuss or sound
Harken unto my most sacred, clandestine, and forbidden desires
As we burn in rapture lust giveth, breathlessly to retire
Interwoven souls consumed within an internal lake of fire
I.....Am.....Witch
Wicked
My French Haitian blood sinfully cajoles
To the naysayers feel it festers as it boils
Unto the earth, my body onto the alter, sacrificed lamb upon your fakery spoils
The wicked tongue utters in defiance of Hell’s roses
In your drudgery and the power within I parted the sea for Moses
You foolish cunt to be sightless and led, you have the third eye, yet deprived power
Twin souls I walk, influential in the dusk of its midnight hour
Between the living and the dead awaken
Souls of the damned the last rite of breath, to denounce it you will be earthly taken
Black witchcraft, to the Ninth House, sorcerer bow unto the wonders of thee
Fire and brimstone burning your presence from your head to the root of your feet
Broken seal you sit upon, silence heard of the wicked’ s tongue to the 33rd degree
I am the Tarot card, you refuse to flip over
Deplored amulets, no protection under the sun, or any four leaf clover
Close your eyes, remembrance of ancient times
You were once my concubine standing at my throne pouring me red wine
In my bed I lay, your eyes affixed, skin lusting by the naturality of my whorish beliefs
In this lifetime your mind still wanders, your heart still bleeds for the taste of me
Get down on your knees my child
Let your imagination run wild
Once again, bathe my temple with scented lavender oils, as I lay naked, my fingers treading in the shallows of the Nile
Prepare my body for the feast
The goat’s blood you shall drink, melding until the licentious binds of me
In and out of time, our souls will always encounter and pass as we greet
Uncontained spirits, neither here nor there
By that tiny prick in your skin, I vow unto thee wickedness in my blood for every stand of your hair
The abyss of your soul will come to slowly seep
“Mantalite ou a louvri jiskaske ou we carnage yo ke ou ap resevwa bequeath
Pa gen tan kriye”
Wicked
My French Haitian blood sinfully cajoles
To the naysayers feel it festers as it boils
Unto the earth, my body onto the alter, sacrificed lamb upon your fakery spoils
The wicked tongue utters in defiance of Hell’s roses
In your drudgery and the power within I parted the sea for Moses
You foolish cunt to be sightless and led, you have the third eye, yet deprived power
Twin souls I walk, influential in the dusk of its midnight hour
Between the living and the dead awaken
Souls of the damned the last rite of breath, to denounce it you will be earthly taken
Black witchcraft, to the Ninth House, sorcerer bow unto the wonders of thee
Fire and brimstone burning your presence from your head to the root of your feet
Broken seal you sit upon, silence heard of the wicked’ s tongue to the 33rd degree
I am the Tarot card, you refuse to flip over
Deplored amulets, no protection under the sun, or any four leaf clover
Close your eyes, remembrance of ancient times
You were once my concubine standing at my throne pouring me red wine
In my bed I lay, your eyes affixed, skin lusting by the naturality of my whorish beliefs
In this lifetime your mind still wanders, your heart still bleeds for the taste of me
Get down on your knees my child
Let your imagination run wild
Once again, bathe my temple with scented lavender oils, as I lay naked, my fingers treading in the shallows of the Nile
Prepare my body for the feast
The goat’s blood you shall drink, melding until the licentious binds of me
In and out of time, our souls will always encounter and pass as we greet
Uncontained spirits, neither here nor there
By that tiny prick in your skin, I vow unto thee wickedness in my blood for every stand of your hair
The abyss of your soul will come to slowly seep
“Mantalite ou a louvri jiskaske ou we carnage yo ke ou ap resevwa bequeath
Pa gen tan kriye”
Wicked
Well Spoken , My Friend !
As a witch of this earthly plane , using sexuality
to transform the consciousness of those she
chooses ;
As We Say : ( regarding our columns of symbols ,
which are , of course , word and shape *spells* )
Top Down , Bottom Up ;
You could read that with sexual meaning ;
Or see it as a way of seeing the columns of symbols...;)
As a witch of this earthly plane , using sexuality
to transform the consciousness of those she
chooses ;
As We Say : ( regarding our columns of symbols ,
which are , of course , word and shape *spells* )
Top Down , Bottom Up ;
You could read that with sexual meaning ;
Or see it as a way of seeing the columns of symbols...;)
The Blood Of A Haitian’s Loa (Inspired By The Movie I Spit On Your Grave)
Here in the nakedness lays the spill bequeath of my cloak
No smoke screen yes the blood rise of its moat
The deliverance of your soul I spit on your grave
The blood of your destruction shall be paved
From the witch, the Mambo’s blood shall spill
Upon this day forward it shall be thy will
To asunder the Pagan’s moon, your fruits shall bear no more
To the devil’s whore you must pay your dues, from my ancestral oath, fourscore
Close your eyes, claws shall pleasure you in the temple of doom
From the East, West, North, South, brimstone caresses shall be your gloom
Unto the bride you lay, sterile passion giveth from her groom
You shall feel the wraith of pained love
The silence of blessings, black gloves in mourning, your funeral unto the eyes of your Dove
No relief of comfort shall rain on the weariness of your head, or promises to subside will ever come from above
The seal of Revelations unto your household has been broken
Calls of redemptions, unto deafness it echoes of tierney, more suffering will be awoken
I sacrifice your life for the fallen tears of my own
No rest in your journey, a chaotic dwelling now becomes your home
From the blood of the sacrificial lamb I drink in your honor in the midnight hour
Darkness reign, light comes no more, sipped, and swallowed so shall it be done promised upon the fifth power
To the calling of my Haitian Loa, to my ancestral calabash rattle
Your soul, your money, your loins, your emotions, will be devoured, no amour for a mortal man of Job’s earthly battle
You see me so clear, no obscurities of me
I dance on your grave in the calling of the Pagan's blue moon victory
As The Chalice And The Priestess
As The Chalice And The Priestess
As The Wand Is Of The Priest
As The Ecstasy And Union
As The Angel From The Beast
As The Life Is The Communion
As The Great Within The Least
As Of The Many As Of The One
Before Beginning Was Ever Begun
As All Birthed Of Love Divine
Beyond All Space Beyond All Time
Beyond All Word Beyond All Name
Beyond All Difference Where All Is Same
Beyond All Touch Beyond All Sight
Where Shineth Flame O Ever Bright
O Singing Spheres O Pure Clear Light !
O Loving Death Eternal Smile
Let Us Kiss Thy Lips Awhile
Let Us Clasp Thee To Our Breasts
By Thy Grace Be Laid To Rest
By Thy Touch Be Brought To Life
Free Of Fear And Greed And Strife
Soul To Fly As Child Blessed
As Risen From A World Enmeshed
As Risen From The Form Entombed
O Chainless One O Winged Womb !
As The Chalice And The Priestess
As The Wand Is Of The Priest
As The Ecstasy And Union
As The Angel From The Beast
As The Life Is The Communion
As The Great Within The Least
As Of The Many As Of The One
Before Beginning Was Ever Begun
As All Birthed Of Love Divine
Beyond All Space Beyond All Time
Beyond All Word Beyond All Name
Beyond All Difference Where All Is Same
Beyond All Touch Beyond All Sight
Where Shineth Flame O Ever Bright
O Singing Spheres O Pure Clear Light !
O Loving Death Eternal Smile
Let Us Kiss Thy Lips Awhile
Let Us Clasp Thee To Our Breasts
By Thy Grace Be Laid To Rest
By Thy Touch Be Brought To Life
Free Of Fear And Greed And Strife
Soul To Fly As Child Blessed
As Risen From A World Enmeshed
As Risen From The Form Entombed
O Chainless One O Winged Womb !
This is an online event:
Today, many images come to mind when we hear the word “witch”.
While these may differ in many details (villain vs hero, ugly and scary vs beautiful and admirable, flying on a broomstick vs flying on a vacuum cleaner) there is usually one common characteristic—witches are almost always depicted as women.
Why is there such a close connection between women and witchcraft? Is there a connection between feminist history and the evolving image of the witch?
Join HerStorically and Salem Witch Museum Director of Education, Rachel Christ, for this unique hour-long, virtual event to find out!
Tickets are $12.95 and can be purchased here: https://www.eventbrite.co.uk/.../witchcraft-and-feminism
Actually , I can tell anyone exactly why...
And why the pointed hat and broomstick images...
And anything else about the Craft , or properly spelled :
*Wietchcrreayafth* , as I have for *many* years...
However , I shall look at anything , if I do not have to
pay for it , to check its validity...;)
Thank you , Ahavati
And why the pointed hat and broomstick images...
And anything else about the Craft , or properly spelled :
*Wietchcrreayafth* , as I have for *many* years...
However , I shall look at anything , if I do not have to
pay for it , to check its validity...;)
Thank you , Ahavati
