| Sun, moon, Stars, (a poem but also a lesson) | by Luxas for everyone |
SUN
With the sun, you see the names, and the places that time began,
in the sun you will dream and gather the messages of things unseen,
the sun is your guide but not your teacher and to learn the most about any creature,
you will be in the light, and you will be in the shade but to know both you hide not in rivered area or glade,
to gather the secrets you need but to find the messages forgotten and born back in rhyme...
MOON
Drink
in the sight and throw away the fear, for on the many planes will she
now appear, beauty to full and dawning to dusk in the summer of hunger
and waxing a must, she is your voice and gift born on earth if your of
the craft lost in birth,
for harmony and truth and silence a must and forever in your power it trust,
Guided by the winds and time its secret nature revealed,
the moon has only one word forever instilled....
STARS
They
are brighter then the messages and forgotten and moved and thought of
as whispers of stone truning in duel, they are but reminders of the days
to come and go away, and if your a witches whos stars are showing, you
should hold hard and not be made to sway, for to live in the fire and be
born again and again, isn't the curse that the churches thought up as
sin, you will have proven to be as timeless as an ancient temple or
hill, though in the end all the wisdom you fill will carry on to the
next which is the role of the sky that during the day the blue will
hide...
so wear your symbol which isn't the symbol you think,
and try to divine what the old ways had ben born with in ink,
for they knew the price of the trail and in the end they will be there when others fail the tale...
4 IN THE SUN AS THE PICTURE WILL SHOW ABOVE
3 IN THE MOON AS ALL KNOWN TO LOVE
3 IN THE STARS BUT THEIR IS MORE THEN ALL COULD COUNT
BUT IN THE END THE NUMBER ISN'T ALL COLLECTED BUT SEEN IN DOUBT
SO KNOW THE COLOR AND KNOW IT WELL FOR POWERS MOVE BY THE SEASONS DISPELLED
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| we can't live in those days but what if we could? | by Luxas for everyone |
The Witchcraft Legacy is a Secret Ceremonial Pact that one enters of their own free will and leaves exactly the same......
So let me take you back to the start of the witches birth as my teachers have shown...
As
a seeker of magick, you feel strange in a world where others are openly
sharing everything about themselves, though you play with them you see
and hear things that make you think you are in a whole new frame of this
world that only your closest friends know by you telling them...its
strange or weird or do they see things like you...
As
your soul develops the need to feel connected to this other frame it
screams out at you as to seek things that you may or maynot understand,
so you watch...study and read what seems to be stuff like yourself, only
to go and find it has some but not all....
then you hear (guesses and rumors) about others doing wild things....
So
you go attend their location and gathering and you see that they too
had the same road before them, and their words to you was.......be
honest about why you want to or have to see this...... the rest is you
will see in time...they might say..
So they tell
you of symbol and of ancient words and shows you the light of candles
and the shades of shadow only to find you hunger more to know as they
seem to do... and then they say: Well you have to do it the way i done
it......think you can handle that, know that others might not accept you
because they won't see as you do and you will relate to things in a way
that will be very scary or strange to them....
(but to you it will seem like you will belong)
Then we will see how much you really wanted to see.....
They may hand you a talisman and say this will take as it will also give, so you need only listen and discover,
They
may hand you a fabric sack or have you make one....and say keep only
what finds you and deny others to share whats in it unless they are like
you
They may hand you a strand of string or rope and say....this is your beginning to opening and closing the door you came in....
Then
your before a circle or setup of candles to be talked to as: See this
is the gate and the key and the eye and the wall and all these things
this and more are for you to learn and share and know but you will only
venture here and now and in the end yours will be linked to ours......
The tools of the craft and the tools of the body and mind,
Now they look at you with dark eyes and say.......
As
i said before we aren't held by the rules or models of the modern world
and nor will they keep you from growth in these and more arts.....
but to enter into these workings with me is to begin a road only those who don't bring fear to will ever fully see......
know
you will liked for what you are but not liked for what you see, unless
you chosen to see it in the worlds way and not in the truth of the
universal will or Her....the one whom will keep your very words in
check....
So do you enter or do you leave?
| The Dark Side of Being | by Luxas for everyone |
This simple yet toned in dark nature poem might help:
In the shadows the candles speak, and the night seems to live forever and not just a week,
we who are what we say or due aren't held back by minor living rules,
the power possess your soul like a flame or song and then you find not you but everyone and thing you known was was wrong,
wrong not for trying or wrong not for wanting , but just wrong in the name of what the heart failed to do in,
then your at the feet of greater voices in naming or not, and now your wrong path before you is not...
your a hunger a desire a power like the flame you was born within, and to you their the worlds worries fall on their own sin,
your now in the dream and in the eyes of the eternal passions of life, and to you from then death isn't lost or in strife,
your setup opon the temple stone slab and removed of the fear you so gladly was tortured by others with doubt had to have...
your naked and free and without a price on your head, and to the creatures and natures of the the shadows in the names have you bled,
be you witch or acolite or wise magus or most, to the ones not on your understanding, they get lost in the boast....
Teacher of the Secrets
In the shadows the candles speak, and the night seems to live forever and not just a week,
we who are what we say or due aren't held back by minor living rules,
the power possess your soul like a flame or song and then you find not you but everyone and thing you known was was wrong,
wrong not for trying or wrong not for wanting , but just wrong in the name of what the heart failed to do in,
then your at the feet of greater voices in naming or not, and now your wrong path before you is not...
your a hunger a desire a power like the flame you was born within, and to you their the worlds worries fall on their own sin,
your now in the dream and in the eyes of the eternal passions of life, and to you from then death isn't lost or in strife,
your setup opon the temple stone slab and removed of the fear you so gladly was tortured by others with doubt had to have...
your naked and free and without a price on your head, and to the creatures and natures of the the shadows in the names have you bled,
be you witch or acolite or wise magus or most, to the ones not on your understanding, they get lost in the boast....
Teacher of the Secrets
| The Time of the Powers | by Luxas for everyone |
Wicca bays and prays, in hope to know the will,
Mage comes to all in gathering and is as quiet as a silent hill,
Wizard yes a wizard is like a note that is sent and gathered up after the bet is spent,
Witch whom feel the wicca line is shrinking, thinks the messages owed and owned are worth thinking,
Sage born from the fire of the book, only thinks the past is worth of an older hands look,
Magus tempted by the witches fire will hunt without cause for the flame to transpire,
Druid
most noble in cause has until now found nothing but wall, walls in the
forest and bushes along the way and aren't like wiccans cause they
refuse to play or pray...
Pagan put on the best show yet, to
hunt and hope and never forget, but when they mark a footprint above is
when they are like an empty hand glove....
Magi you walk a
thin wire yet to speak in riddle and be a prophet however this claim is
nothing set in stone, cause like you the dawn hasn't toned
Thelemic
(a name) a name in a name that like the beginning has changed all the
same from greek to egyptian to roman and scrpt text and yet they are a
message that one will find but forget...
Occult is a direction and a age without words and take in puzzle by the new cultured stired
Vampric/gothic
and voodou await and in all the cake is the same to live in a time that
the road has not graced but if your not in it completely your time did
you waste...
to be glorifed or hopefulized, or
expericing the prime, all these arts define in the limts that they
climb, and they will be more as all things must be, freedom is the power
that is given to thee, so qoute your bible, or shadowed hollow book,
and light the candles to the river or brook and hold your druming in
rythum and never skip an old song...but if your not looking forward from
your past written.....
All i can say is..............(fill in words here) lol
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