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Thank The Goddess It Is Finally Friday!


There won’t be a “Life As The Witch” section today. I am getting ready to cover it right here. I know I will probably make some angry because it seems like every time I speak, I do.

“Life As The Witch,” it seems so romantic, so exciting, doesn’t it? I believe that is why so many people are attracting to Witchcraft. The thought of being able to have anything or anyone you want. All you have to do is wave that magickal wand and “Woops, there it is!” If only that were true.

When you stop to tell an individual how the Craft really is. It sort of dulls there excitement. In fact, some of them tell you to your face, forget it. Why? They don’t like the idea of Witchcraft being a Religion for starters. They don’t like the idea that the Craft is a very ancient Religion. One founded on faith in a Higher Being. There is a certain Path you have to follow. Witches just don’t run helter shelter all over everywhere casting spells and doing what they want. Traditional Witches might but we don’t. We don’t teach that. We teach there is a Higher Being named the Goddess. She is our all. You must have found Her first and foremost before you can ever think about doing Witchcraft. The Goddess is the essence from where all our power and being comes from. Without our Mighty Mother we are nothing. But first they are told, you have to have been called by the Goddess or born into the Religion (and now freely accept it as your own). The being called might upset some but I do not believe people come to the Craft by shear luck. I believe the Goddess touches their heart, spark an interest, then they find the Craft. I believe the Goddess choose everyone that comes knocking at our door. We have plenty that knock, but only the chosen stay.  The chosen do not run when you tell them that Witchcraft is a true Religion. A very proud Religion dating back to the beginning of time. When you tell them about the Goddess, you can see it in their eyes. They have been touched by Her Love. Their eyes sparkle and they want to hear more about our wonderful Mother. They don’t run when they hear about the year and a day worth of studying and learning that is required. They don’t flee when they found out you have to have patience. The Goddess will reveal wonders to you, when she know you are ready. They don’t run when they find out, Magick and Spells are just a small part of Witchcraft. That there is so much more to our Religion, that you might only think about doing a spell once in a while. You will be consumed by other things more greater than spells. You will be engulfed in the Love and Beauty of Witchcraft.

After the initial process is over, those who stay do not realize what awaits them. I believe when all of us first started out we never knew what was in store for us. I do have one piece of advice for anyone considering taking up our Path. Realize first and foremost, our Religion is a Religion. Then Craft is a very spiritual journey probably one of the most spiritual journey you will find anywhere. I believe the mainstream Religions are as spiritual as Witchcraft. Next, you have to have patience and be willing to learn. Our Path requires Faith, Devotion, Love and most of all individuals who know and believe in what they are practicing.

We have many who knock but we have who few stay. For those that do, a wondrous world and Path awaits them. Stay strong in your believe and never get discouraged. The Goddess has a plan for you or else She would have never touched your heart.

Composed by Mystie with a lot of help from Lady A

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The Wheel of the Year (Oral Teaching of the Faery Tradition of the Craft)

THE WHEEL OF THE YEAR

(AN ORAL TEACHING OF THE FAERY TRADITION OF WITCHCRAFT)

In  love,  the  Horned God, changing form and changing face, ever seeks the Goddess. In this world, the search and the seeking appear in the Wheel of the Year.

She is the Great Mother who gives birth to Him as the Divine Child Sun at the Winter Solstice. In spring, He is sower and seed who grows with the growing light, green as the new shoots. She is the  Initiatrix  who  teaches  Him the mysteries. He is the young bull;  She  the  nymph,  seductress.  In  summer,  when  light is longest,  they  meet  in union, and the strength of their passion sustains  the  world. But the God’s face darkens as the sun grows weaker,  until at last, when the grain is cut for harvest, He too sacrifices  Himself to Self that all may be nourished. She is the reaper,  the  grave of earth to which all must return. Throughout the  long  nights  and  darkening days, He sleeps in her womb; in dreams,  He  is  Lord of Death who rules the Land of Youth beyond the  gates  of  night  and day. His dark tomb becomes the womb of rebirth, for at Midwinter She again gives birth to Him. The cycle ends  and  begins  again, and the Wheel of the Year turns, on and on.

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Live Your Life: Never Be Afraid

Live Your Life: Never Be Afraid

Author:   Alaysa Thane 

I’m Alaysa Thane. I’m a freshman and things have been a little hectic for me this year. I’ve discovered a lot of things about myself and seen how I really want to live my life. It’s been hard, because of how young I am, and some people have had a hard time dealing with the changes I’m making in my life. But I honestly don’t care, because this is my life, and I’m going to live it however I feel comfortable.

The first thing I realized about myself was that I am bisexual. It was sort of a surprise to me, just because I have always thought of myself as being straight. It scared me, though, because I knew that my parents and extremely Christian friends would never accept me and see me the same way if I told them. It’s been a few months, however, and I’ve come to terms with it. I love myself, but I never tell anyone unless they specifically ask me. It makes things a bit easier.

The second thing I realized was that I wanted to become a vegetarian. One night, I couldn’t sleep and I was reading a book, and when I finished it, it just sort of came to me. It was a sort of epiphany. I realized that I love the earth, and that I would do anything to protect it and the things living on it.

The third and last thing that I realized was that I wanted to become Wiccan. I was talking to a friend of mine (she’s a bit odd, but a good kind of weird) and we happened to get on the subject of Wicca. Now, then I didn’t really know anything about it. I thought it was just witchcraft, and I was really interested in magick. So I went home and I researched Wicca. But wow! That day, I realized how sadly mistaken I was. There was so much more to it than I could have ever dreamt of! I became totally enraptured with researching The Craft and I couldn’t stop. The more I found out, the more I wanted to know. I began typing up everything important that I could find: history, beliefs, ethics, The Wiccan Rede, rituals and rites, any and everything else I saw.

A little while ago I understood what this all meant. I believed in everything that I read about, and I thought that it made sense. I loved what I was learning and I really wanted to be a part of it. I finally found what I wanted to be, who I already was but hadn’t truly embraced. I’m scared, because I live in a place where there are no other Wiccans, or Pagans, and I have no one to share my beliefs with, no one to study with. But I’m also excited, because I know that this is who I am, and I can’t wait to start my journey of being Wiccan.

Some might think that I haven’t nearly researched enough to know for certain, but I am certain. I’m definitely not done researching, but I can tell in my heart that this is for me. I’ve spent the last 4 days practically glued to the computer learning about Wicca. I’ve typed up a Word document 20 pages long, with almost 6, 000 words! After learning about the Goddess and God, I can’t stop looking out the window with amazement at how beautiful the earth is; I wake up at night and just gaze at the moon for minutes on end. Finding a nature-revering religion that has so many ways for you to show your respect and awe for the world around you, and for the God and Goddess, has changed my life.

I was a Christian before I learned of the Craft. I believed in God, but I could never commit to reading the Bible; it just never interested me. When I prayed, it was like I was talking to myself – my words just got lost in the wind. As I said, my friends and family are all Christian, save for a few who are Jewish, so I understand that for some people it works. But it just didn’t for me, and I’m glad that I’ve found what I really want so early in my life.

I plan on telling my parents soon, in a few weeks or so. I’m a little afraid of how my mom will act, but I’m not worried about my dad. Fortunately, one of my brothers is an open atheist, so I suppose she’ll just be happy that I still believe in a god. Not sure how she’ll take the being a witch part, though. . . I’ll probably have to buy my own supplies for rituals and spells.

I guess what my point was for writing this was to tell teens that they’d probably figure out a lot of new things about themselves during their time in high school. And yea, it might be scary, but it’s also exhilarating! Just think, you’re finally starting to think for yourself, and now you’re able to actually find out who you are… without your parents telling you. People are still going to try to tell you what you should believe in, but now you’re able to resist it and think what you want.

You’re old enough that people are beginning to listen to you. But remember that not everyone will understand; there are going to be lots of people who think that what you believe is wrong. Being a Wiccan, or Pagan or Heathen, is hard. A lot of religions believe that we worship Satan, though that’s untrue, and no matter how much we try to teach them, some are not capable of listening. Many people will try to convert you to their religion, or try to hurt you by insulting you. Just know that it doesn’t matter. As long as you are harming no one (including yourself) , what you do is your choice.

It’s your beliefs, and your life. Live it the way that you want.

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THE WICCAN WAY

THE WICCAN WAY

 

Recognizing that there is more than one path to spiritual enlightenment and that Wicca is but one of many, and that Wicca holds within itself the belief that there is more than one type of step set to the spiral dance, find here listed common denominators of the Craft.

That there is above all the Goddess in her three-fold aspect and many are her names. With all her names we call her Maiden, Mother and Crone.

That there is the God, consort and son, giver of strength and most willing of sacrifice.

That and it harm none, do what ye will shall be the law.

That each of her children are bound by the three-fold law and that whatever we create, be it joy or sorrow, laughter or pain, is brought back to us three-fold.

That as she is the mother of all living things and we are all her children, we seek to live in harmony not only with each other, but with the planet earth that is our womb and home.

That life upon the earth is not a burden to be born, but a joy to be learned and shared with others.

That death is not an ending of existence, but a step in the on-going process of life.

That there is no sacrifice of blood, for She is the mother of all living things, and from her all things proceed and unto her all things must return.

That each and every one of the children who follows this path has no need of another between themselves and the Goddess but may find Her within themselves.

That there shall not by intent be a desecration of another’s symbols of beliefs, for we are all seeking harmony within the One.

That each person’s faith is private unto themselves and that another’s belief is not to be set out and made public.

That the Wiccan way is not to seek converts, but that the way be made open to those who for reasons of their own seek and find the Craft.

And as it is willed, so mote it be

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Celebrating Spirituality 365 Days A Year, April 26 & 27

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April 26 thru 27

CeAfrican Fertility Festival

In many African republics, this New Year’s Day celebrates the ancient seed-sowing ceremony performed in honor of the Goddess of fertility, Mawu. Associated with the moon, Mawu is considered to be cool and gentle. She is the creatrix who made people from clay and brings abundance to the land. In some areas, Mawu (moon) is combined with Lisa (sun) to create a dynamic union between the two controlling factors of universe for the protection of crops and people.

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Something We Hardly Ever Discuss Around Here – A Look At Working Skyclad

A Look At Working Skyclad

Reviewing the question of ceremonial nudity is like looking into a cats cradle of interrelated opinions, contradictions and prejudices.  Fact and fantasy, uses and abuses interweave and overlap.  The first justification you were giving for stripping off may have made good sense at the time; but few of us who do, or have worked ‘skyclad’ have not questioned our motives for doing so.
In fact there are many good reasons for nudity within the Craft.  Just as there are many ways of abusing the situation.  Later on in this essay I will deal in depth with what I consider as the major issue in the question of nudity, that of the difference between Witch and Magician.  But before we
plumb the depths, let us look at the ripples.

1.   Witches traditionally work nude – Nonsense.  Nudity formed little part of the Witch tradition until very recently.  Unless of course you accept the middle aged, Christian body horror that was imposed upon the unchristian populous through the efforts of assorted artists.

2.   It is usually easier to seduce thy neighbour if you have got them out of their clothing first – True.  But not necessarily so, nor necessary.

3.   You can feel the Earth power better without your clothes on – Marginally True.  You can also feel the splinters, gnats, stinging nettles, thistles and cow pats much better.  The Earth current is powerful. If you feel that cloths prevent it then this is more a matter of your perception or  receptivity.  Feeling all of natures stimuli on your naked body can be a beautiful form of communion.  Try it, Say at the Cove of Avebury at around three on an bank holiday afternoon.  Be practical.

4.   Wiccan Priests like looking at naked maidens – True.  But it soon looses its sense of novelty in the sexual sense.  All women are manifestations of the Goddess, all bodies are beautiful.  Again it comes back to a question of perception.  Remember that this reasoning can be applied just as well to the Priestess.

5.   Overcoming body consciousness can be used as a trial, a test to see whether you have the determination to progress – True.  But so can many other circumstances.  To a naturist stripping off would not be much of a test.

6.   Nudity prevents showing off with expensive robes, that is it acts as a social equaliser – True.  But this is more a matter of discipline.  The same effect can be achieved by the use of standardised robes which reflect the nature of the group and its financial abilities.

7.   Communional nudity creates a distinctly out of the ordinary ambience - True.  However most people adapt to it quickly and it soon loses its novelty.  But it does remain different, otherworldly.

Let me digress for a moment to note peoples reactions into coming into a skyclad group.  This depends on two things, the nature of the person and the nature of the group.  To deal with the later first I will recognize four artificial and by no means mutually exclusive types of group.  Those who consider physical sex Taboo, those who use physical sex as an essential component in their workings, those who use the Craft as an opportunity for a bit of communal bonking.  And lastly those that use the Craft simply for an excuse for licentious behaviour.  Each has its merits and uses.

The anti-sexuals are the respectable fronts.  But if they sincerely believe and practice what they say, then perhaps they have lost touch with the fact that the Craft is a fertility religion, a celebration of sexuality.  To deny sexuality a physical outlet is going to create tensions that will have to be dealt with elsewhere.

The second grouping the ceremonial sexualists, if sincere have my sympathies they will be dealing with energies that other groups only talk about.  This type of group must be discrete and above all disciplined.

The opportunists groups can be the most attractive to newcomers.  A touch of the forbidden within a joyous religious framework.  If managed skilfully this type of group can be wonderful, Until you catch aids or your partner walks out on you.  Play with fire and you will be lucky if only your fingers get burnt.

The last of my four categories are the news of the world groups.  These are a real pain, they bring the Craft into disrepute.  However think of the damage that could be done to more serious groups by individuals wanting only this type of thing could do if there were no places to put them.  Do not totally despise these groups, even they in their way serve a function.

Now people.  By enlarge women stand up better with communal nudity than men do, whilst retaining self consciousness women tend to assess self worth less on physical proportions women adapt to nudity quicker and with far less fuss than men.

Men are either ashamed of their self assessed inadequacy, or even worse, know that they are Gods gift to women.  Few simply except and are happy with the way they are.  A neutral response to wicked Willie first public appearance is what most people get.  The presumed inadequacy does not get laughed at and Gods gift does not get worshipped you are accepted for what you are, how it
goes on from there will depend on what type of group you find yourself in.

How you will fell will depend on you.  If you equate nudity only with sex then your first encounter with lots of nudity without lots of sex will result in lots of short lived frustrations.  If you produce the standard male response nobody will be surprised or particularly bothered, seen it all before.  If themale does not respond it will not be taken as an insult or as a token of inadequacy.  As the novice will soon find out even the most macho of males cannot keep it up forever.

For women the most usual problem is embarrassment due to periods.  This is usually overcome by tucking the tail in.  But like the male erection this is not a matter for shame and can be dealt with as she wishes.

I have digressed far enough we have looked at seven reasons for nudity let us consider one more.

8.   Honesty – It is harder to pretend to be what you are not if everybody can see what you are, at least on the physical level.  This brings us to consider the difference between a Witch and a Magician.

A Magician puts on a robe to limit himself to that which he desires to become. A Witch takes off her clothing to deny her limitations, to become all that she is.  A Magician robes, masks, stands and becomes his God.  A Witch strips away the illusions that she is not her Goddess.  One remembers to remember the other forgets to forget.

Here is hidden the heart of the Witchcraft.  The recognition that divinity is inherent in its totality in each and every one of us.  As we have all been told so many times ‘If that which you seek you find not within you, thou shalt never find it without you, for behold I have been with you from the beginning.

Look again at the difference between the Magician and the Witch.  The Magician externalizes and becomes, the Witch internalises and becomes.  Remember the magical maxim, that which is above is as that which is below, and that which is below is unto that which is above.  Or more simply that which is below is that which is above, there is not difference.  From one starting point, with one intent their flows two paths, externalisation or internalisation.  Equally valid, equally useful and both with the same endpoint, divinity.  Or at least the best representation thereof that are illusionary human limitations permit,but that another story.  The difference between a Magician and a Witch is only one of technique and goose pimples.

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She Needs You to Listen, Her Children…

She Needs You to Listen, Her Children…

Author:   Bliss Diva 

Listen to the voice of the forest, deep, low, and strong, pulsating through out your body.

Listen to the voice of the water, flowing and gentle, wrapping your body in its cool hands.

Listen to the voice of the wind, small and shy, loud and joyful, whispering sweet secrets in your ear.

Listen to the voice of the fire, crackling and laughing and warming your soul and protecting you from harm.

Listen to the earth, the air, the universe…she is speaking to you, her many children of this realm…

She is telling you to listen to her once more…stop talking so much, cease the loud canned music coming from your iPod…turn off the radio, shut down your many electronics, turn off the TV…take a walk in the forest, away from the so-called civilization…

Feel the earth beneath your feet, feel the fire in your heart, soak up the cold water, blow away with the breeze…

Listen to the many voices and songs of this world and hear them as they combine in to one beautiful melody and voice…She is speaking to you and She needs you to hear what She has to say. But She is afraid that you will not open your heart and ears to Her, She is afraid you will not heed Her words…She is in fear of your ignorance.

She is sending you messages every moment, pleading to you to understand. But you cannot hear Her, you are so wrapped up in the modern world, with the cars and the electronics and the negative energies of the everyday life here.

She begs you to listen to Her once more, to think of what She has to say.

Listen to Her voice, my friends, the people of the world…She is trying to speak to you, and you might find that what She has to say might save your life and Hers…

She speaks, She whispers in your ear…She needs you to listen to her.

She says, please cease what you are doing to me. You are filling me with such sadness, when at one time I was so happy. You all once heard my song, the song of the realms. You once loved me, you once danced with me among the elements. And then They came…They came and turned you against me, and now I am saddened…so much saddened…

You have killed my beautiful world which I gave to you…you have upset my creatures, you have cast aside the beauties of nature…you have polluted the air I gave you to breathe, you have dirtied the water I gave you in to drink, you have used the powers of my consort’s fire to destroy and kill my body, my life, the earth…

You have corrupted this world in which I gave you to live, you have given me pain beyond explanation…I ask you now please, in this new coming age…the Age of Aquarius, I give you a chance to save yourselves and me…I give you the chance to heal that which you have injured…I give you the chance to create what you have destroyed…I give you the chance to destroy the terrible machines you have used to kill…I give you the chance to become friends with your neighbors once more…

I give you the chance to live a happy life once more.

But it will be so hard; She says, so hard to heal this terrible wound on the earth. You have given the animals, your fellow humans, and nature as a whole so much pain that will be so hard to lessen…

But I will help you, She says, I will help you to love what you have once hated.

Turn to me, my Children, dance with me once more, love me once more…let my consort and I be happy once more…build this earth once again, where it now stands in ruins…

I give you the chance to love again. With this new age, I give you, unconditionally, my love and trust that you will build this earth in to something new…something that will be happy and filled with bliss once more…where violence does not reign, where people do not do such horrible things to others and themselves…

Listen to the Mother, for She speaks to you…she is whispering in your ear, pleading to you to hear.
Listen to her voice…her beautiful song…
The song of the earth, of this beautiful universe…

I ask you, as a fellow Wiccan and lover of this Earth; to come and dance with the Goddess and God once more…do what you can to heal this earth and make it in to a happier place. There is so much that can be done. There are mundane ways of healing the planet, such as recycling, picking up trash, writing to the government about an issue involving the welfare of the earth.

There are many organizations you can be a part of that will give you a chance to help the earth, such as Greenpeace or the Arbor Day Foundation. You can even form your own local group and spend a few hours a week—or even more than a few—doing something to heal the earth, like picking up litter. You can make every day

Not only are there tons of mundane ways to heal the earth, there are also many spiritual ways. You can do spells to heal the earth, or get together with other people for a large earth-restoring circle. You can work with the Faeries to restore the earth’s energy. You can give back energy to the Earth Mother to give her strength. You can even do something as simple as just going in to the forest and dancing and singing an earth chant.

The Goddess and God need our help to restore the Earth to its original state. Humans have corrupted this earth, and we need to do our part to give Her strength once more.

Join me, my fellow Wiccans/Witches/Pagans, in healing this gaping wound that our kind has left in the earth.

Join me in the joyful worship of the Goddess and Her Consort.

Join me in the Spiral Dance of Life, and in giving the Earth back Her strength…

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Life As The Witch – The Tale Of Two Witches (A Modern Craft Fairy Tale)

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T W O W I T C H E S

A Modern Craft Fairy-Tale
by Mike Nichols

Once upon a time, there were two Witches. One was a Feminist Witch and the other was a Traditionalist Witch. And, although both of them were deeply religious, they had rather different ideas about what their religion meant. The Feminist Witch tended to believe that Witchcraft was a religion especially suited to women because the image of the Goddess was empowering
and a strong weapon against patriarchal tyranny. And there was distrust in the heart of the Feminist Witch for the Traditionalist Witch because, from the Feminist perspective, the Traditionalist Witch seemed subversive and a threat to “the Cause”.

The Traditionalist Witch tended to believe that Witchcraft was a religion for both men and women because anything less would be divisive. And although the Goddess was worshipped, care was taken to give equal stress to the God-force in nature, the Horned One. And there was distrust in the heart of the Traditionalist Witch for the Feminist Witch because, from the Traditionalist viewpoint, the Feminist Witch seemed like a late-comer and a threat to “Tradition”. These two Witches lived in the same community but each belonged to a different Coven, so they did not
often run into one another. Strange to say, the few times they did meet, they felt an odd sort of mutual attraction, at least on the physical level. But both recognized the folly of this attraction, for their ideologies were worlds apart, and nothing, it seemed, could ever bridge them.

Then one year the community decided to hold a Grand Coven, and all the Covens in the area were invited to attend. After the rituals, the singing, the magicks, the feasting, the poetry, and dancing were concluded, all eetired to their tents and . All but these two. For they were troubled by their differences and couldn’t sleep. They alone remained sitting by the campfire while all others around them dreamed. And before long, they began to talk about their differing views of the Goddess. And, since they were both relatively inexperienced Witches, they soon began to argue about what was the “true” image of the Goddess.

“Describe your image of the Goddess to me,” challenged the Feminist Witch. The Traditionalist Witch smiled, sighed, and said in a rapt voice, “She is the embodiment of all loveliness. The quintessence of feminine beauty. I picture her with silver-blond hair like moonlight, rich and thick, falling down around her soft shoulders. She has the voluptuous young body of a maiden in her prime, and her clothes are the most seductive, gossamer thin and clinging to her willowy frame. I see her dancing like a young elfin nymph in a moonlit glade, the dance of a temple
priestess. And she calls to her lover, the Horned One, in a voice that is gentle and soft and sweet, and as musical as a silver bell frosted with ice. She is Aphrodite, goddess of sensual love. And her lover comes in answer to her call, for she is destined to become the Great Mother. That is how I see the Goddess.”

The Feminist Witch hooted with laughter and said, “Your Goddess is a Cosmic Barbie Doll! The Jungian archetype of a cheer-leader! She is all glitter and no substance. Where is her strength? Her power? I see the Goddess very differently. To me, she is the embodiment of strength and
courage and wisdom. A living symbol of the collective power of women everywhere. I picture her with hair as black as a moonless night, cropped short for ease of care on the field of battle. She has the muscular body of a woman at the peak of health and fitness. And her clothes are the most practical and sensible, not slinky cocktail dresses. She does not paint her face or perfume her hair or shave her legs to please men’s vanities. Nor does she do pornographic dances to attract a man to her. For when she calls to a male, in a voice that is strong and defiant, it will be to do
battle with the repressive masculine ego. She is Artemis the huntress, and it is fatal for any man to cast a leering glance in her direction. For, although she may be the many-breasted Mother, she is also the dark Crone of wisdom, who destroys the old order. That is how I see the Goddess.”
Now the Traditionalist Witch hooted with laughter and said, “Your Goddess is the antithesis of all that is feminine! She is Yahweh hiding behind a feminine mask! Don’t forget that it was his followers who burned Witches at the stake for the “sin” of having “painted faces”. After all,
Witches with their knowledge of herbs were the ones who developed the art of cosmetics. So what of beauty? What of love and desire?”

And so the argument raged, until the sound of their voices awakened a Coven Elder who was sleeping nearby. The Elder looked from the Feminist Witch to the Traditionalist Witch and back again, saying nothing for a long moment. Then the Elder suggested that both Witches go into the woods apart from one another and there, by magick and meditation, that each seek a “true” vision of the Goddess. This they both agreed to do.

After a time of invocations, there was a moment of perfect stillness. Then a glimmer of light could be seen in the forest, a light shaded deepest green by the dense foliage. Both Witches ran toward the source of the radiance. To their wonder and amazement, they discovered the Goddess had
appeared in a clearing directly between them, so that neither Witch could see the other. And the Traditionalist Witch yelled “What did I tell you!” at the same instant the Feminist Witch yelled “You see, I was right!” and so neither Witch heard the other.

To the Feminist Witch, the Goddess seemed to be a shining matrix of power and strength, with courage and energy flowing outward. The Goddess seemed to be holding out her arms to embrace the Feminist Witch, as a comrade in arms. To the Traditionalist Witch, the Goddess seemed to be the zenith of feminine beauty, lightly playing a harp and singing a siren song of seduction. Energy seemed to flow towards her. And she seemed to hold out her arms to the Traditionalist Witch, invitingly.

From opposite sides of the clearing, the Witches ran toward the figure of the Goddess they both loved so well, desiring to be held in the ecstasy of that divine embrace. But just before they reached her, the apparition vanished. And the two Witches were startled to find themselves
embracing each other.

And then they both heard the voice of the Goddess. And, oddly enough, it sounded exactly the same to both of them. It sounded like laughter.

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