Witchcraft is a legally recognized religion in the United States,as declared in 1985, Dettmer V. Landon (617 E Supp.529) the District Court of Virginia pursuant to rule 52a of the Rules of Civil procedure. Reaffirmed in 1986 in the Federal Appeals Court, Fourth Circuit, Butzner J. (592 F. 2d. 934) Henceforth, Witchcraft and Witches are protected under the United States Constitution (Amendment I;XIV)
Sunday, June 14 2009 @ 09:38 AM PDT
Contributed by: wiccan_babe
Views: 490
Blessed life in which we know, heart entangled and they start to grow, unspoken words but we know together we are stronger then we are solo. Rise with me to call her name to which she takes us to a higher plain to where we are safe and loved in her arms high above, whispers all around of hate for us. Understanding is all we ask, not to judge or be forepast, we will be remembered whether they like it or not, we are we are the new beginning they foresaw we are the peace makers to their facade, we hold the key to a better world.
Tuesday, February 17 2009 @ 12:00 AM PST
Contributed by: lucy
Views: 1,197
Witch
Witch, I whisper. Beautiful is she
Among the dappled woodlands of the night.
She stands before the altar, radiant sight,
A stunning priestess of the Goddess Three.
Witch, they hiss, in streets of filthy towns
At she who brought the herbs and healed the child.
They wanted drafts of love and potions wild
But now make signs behind their velvet gowns.
Monday, October 27 2008 @ 12:00 AM PDT
Contributed by: Venusfire71
Views: 343
Follow me children, Through the dell, Follow me children, To weave a spell, Follow me children, The Moon is bright, Follow me children, Tis' Samhain Night.
Dance through the grove, leap throughthe Air, and slip on through the trees. Feel the earth beneath your feet, and the cool grass on your knees. Deeper and Deeper, on into the wood, Parents can't follow, but they wish that they could.
To dance and to sing and do anything
that their trapped inner child desires.
Into a clearing, hidden away, with treetops so high, it'd be night during day, here is where the fairies play and emerge on Samhain Night. A fire is lit and a circle forms, the ritual starts and the whole group mourns. Their Great One has slipped away and henceforth, Samhain Night.
Louder and louder the wailing grows, when it will stop, well, only She knows. For She too, mourns her King. Lonely until what the Solstice brings. . . . . Here on Samhain Night. They reach the peak and die away, the velvet sky shifts into gray. Now it's almost the break of day, on what was Samhain Night.
They slip back into the woods, to return to where they'd come, as light seeps through the leaves, creating a sense of unease,
of what had been
SamhainNight.
Follow me children, It is all over, Follow me children, Through the green clover. Follow me children, The Sun does rise. Follow me children, Let us be wise, For it's past, Our Samhain Night.
Sunday, October 26 2008 @ 12:00 AM PDT
Contributed by: rainydew
Views: 466
Samhain
(poem by:Kenny Klien )
Red leaves are carried in the salt west wind And turn to brown on dry soil. The sun is bright still, but not warm On the last rich gold of scattered fall. The great wheel turns, another year Old, bright gold with death. Bare branches now, the Old Lord's limbs, Chill wind the Old Lord's breath.
Like dancing leaves on sleeping branches The dark tide of memory is stirred. The deepest thought-flame now is kindled, Consuming, the fire in ancient words. Samhain, the thin veil opens, fingers Reaching through the blackness deep. Through the grey cloud wisps, old voices Shapes, shifting, slowly creep.
Monday, October 06 2008 @ 12:00 AM PDT
Contributed by: Venusfire71
Views: 385
It is Samhain ...The Night of Shadows. The Circle is cast around the fire, And through the darkness, we glance, For the veils are thin, in this sacred night ! Ancient voices around us, Whispering old and forgoten songs, While we dance the Spiral Dance, To meet Her.
And there She comes, The Lady of the Gate ! Power and compassion evolving us, As a dark but comforting wave. Beautiful Queen of the Dark Night ! With Her mantle of raven's feathers, And eyes deep with wisdom. Cerridwenn !
She opens Her arms , in a welcoming embrace, We feel around us the flow of love, Of Her Eternal Grace. And then we hear Her voice, Melodious and grave, That speaks from inside our soul , As an echo in a cave.
Blessed Daughters of My Heart, I hear your prayers from afar . And that is why I came tonight ! Do not despair when the times are hard ! Do not abandon the Path you found ! For time has come for My return, And you, Loved Ones, shall open the way, Singing my name as the ancient bards.
I am always with you, do never doubt that ! I am the Old and the Young One ! I am the Keeper of the Gate ! I am the Master of Time ! I am the Dark Goddess of Death ! I am the Bright Goddess of Dawn ! I am The One ! I am Cerridween !
Friday, September 26 2008 @ 12:00 AM PDT
Contributed by: rainydew
Views: 350
Samhain
(poem by:Kenny Klien )
Red leaves are carried in the salt west wind And turn to brown on dry soil. The sun is bright still, but not warm On the last rich gold of scattered fall. The great wheel turns, another year Old, bright gold with death. Bare branches now, the Old Lord's limbs, Chill wind the Old Lord's breath.
Like dancing leaves on sleeping branches The dark tide of memory is stirred. The deepest thought-flame now is kindled, Consuming, the fire in ancient words. Samhain, the thin veil opens, fingers Reaching through the blackness deep. Through the grey cloud wisps, old voices Shapes, shifting, slowly creep.
Friday, September 12 2008 @ 12:00 AM PDT
Contributed by: Venusfire71
Views: 326
Touch a light to the little wick, Watch it burn to the candlestick. Study with care the little blaze; Fortunes are told in its tiny rays.
If an unseen power makes it weak and low, For you it foretells a tale of woe. If that same power makes a blaze bright and healthy, You'll be happy and wise, be good and wealthy.
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