The Witch is the blazing Sun and the candle's flame, lighting the dark corners, chasing away the shadows. She absorbs the Light of Knowledge, then sends forth its rays to light the path of those around her. She is the spark igniting the log and the dancing flame which consumes it, while sending forth light, warmth, and love. Others gaze on her and, blinded by her brilliance, are lured into the other-world of dreams and fantasies by her hypnotic dance.


She is the gentle breeze cooling the brow of those who labor, and the mighty gale, forcing all in her path to bend before her will. She plays through the trees and grasses, and teases the locks of the maidens. She brings the scent of the prey to the hungry hunter and blows away the tracks of the pursued. She feeds the fire-flame and joins in its dance until, tiring of the game, she extinguishes it with one mighty breath.


The Witch is the babe in the womb and the child in the arms of the Mother. She is the maiden racing through the Sun-drenched fields, and dancing coyly in the Moonlight. She is the eternal woman in the arms of her lover, the mother giving birth and caring for her young. She is the Old One, sharing her knowledge and love with those who follow in her steps - waiting, with happy heart, for the time when the cycle begins anew..


The Witch is the Wise One, and to her door come those who seek to share in her knowledge, light, and love. And to all who seek, she gives what is asked - freely, joyfully, with no thought of return except the joy she finds through the sharing. All are her children, all are her love, all are herself. She are they, and they are she.