True Magick comes from the Heart!

WITCHY'S WIKKED GRAPHIX

Beyond the town, beneath the moon Beside the standing stone There lives a woman, fair of faith We call the witch alone She sings to sun and moon and stars And gathers herbs and weeds With which she fashions ancient charms And other magic deeds She worships not at altars built By hands of mortal men But in the misty glade Beyond the farthest glen What need has she of flashing swords Of crystals and glowing bright Of censors and of colored cords That grace the wiccan rite? Her tools are fashion… Continue

From beneath me arises the energy of the Earth, my home and my foundation. From above me pours down the light of the sun and the enchanting moon. To my right hand flows the strength to control and direct the power of magick. To my left hand comes the skill to divine and to heal the source of blessings. Before me arises the perfected one , I strive to become, my magickal trueself. Behind me falls the one I was and with it my discarded failures. Around me circle the eternal stars, lamps of wisdom… Continue

You kind of get caught up in your own troubles and sadness and theres a point where you realize that beyond you people all around you are suffering and hurting. And that's where you want to get out and try to do something for somebody else, and at the same time it actually does something for you too.

I am who I am and I not? When you see me, what do you see? A mother? A friend? A lover? An end? Do you see a child, barely grown? Or an adult all alone? Is it a look on my face, Shame or disgrace? A light in my eyes or merely fire flies? When you see me, who do you see? A drifter? A loner? Or merely a heart donor? Who am I? Who I am? The mind and heart alone speak for me, body and soul. Do you see the romantic, or something pedantic? A woman with desires with raging flaring fires? Do you see…

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