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Update on our Adept Jennifer ( Jen )

This is an update written by Jen to let you know how she is doing after surgery. I’m in all most daily contact with her and know she is grateful for all your healing energy, thoughts, prayer, and candles being lot for her. Any coven members if you would like to email her directly please write to me requesting her email address. So Here is her way of telling you how everything went;

    Recovery
It was a five hour surgery
Just a simple nip and tuck
A change in gender
Is what it ended up

I woke up in recovery
Cold as I could be
They kept adding blankets
Until I couldn’t breath

The pain wasn’t bad
The drugs were definitely good
I laid there to recover
As the nurses knew I would

I ran a bit of a fever
The second day of recovery
It never got real high
It just treated me roughly

The swelling wasn’t bad
The bruising was really colorful
The bleeding I couldn’t see
And the catheter felt wonderful
NOT

Left the hospital on a Friday
Yule it would be
I went up to Carmel
So people could help me

Spent a week in the hotel
Resting and recovering
There was an arbys near by
That was really quite charming

Got the catheter out on Monday
And felt a whole lot better
The dr did it on Christmas eve
And said it was her pleasure

A week in the hotel
Was all that I could stand
I headed for home
But there was no brass band

Been home for 2 weeks
Slowly getting better
A cat on my lap
And me wearing a sweater

I do get out of the house
To get the personal stuff done
A cup of coffee with friends
And many appointments to come

The prognosis is good
The healing is fast
I thank you all for the prayers
With all the hurdles I have past

Jennifer 1 – 10 – 19

How The Gods and Spirits Speak To Us

When I was a baby pagan witch, I had no idea what people meant when they said the gods or spirits speak to them.  I’d never heard voices, either out loud or in my head.  I didn’t understand what they meant until I experienced it myself.  For me, it’s a lot like hearing my cat’s voice in my head.

To continue reading….

Night of the Black Mirror

Hold up the crystal.

See who will die this winter.

Catch a floating apple.

See who will die this winter.

Cut the moneyed cake.

See who dies this winter.

This is the night of games.

This is the night when the curtain

lifts briefly in the wind of stars.

This is the night when the veil

shreds in the wine’s shards.

This is the night when we gaze

Into the face of the black mirror.

This is the night of prophecies.

The black mirror is a glass

Veil over a deep well.

This black mirror is a glass.

Eye from an old skull.

The black mirror is a glass

Jewel in the ring of time.

This is the night the glass breaks.

From the book Seasons of the Witch by Patricia Monaghan 2004, page 138

Maeve Prepares for Betane

Before anyone praises me,

I must praise myself.

My flaming Hair.

My noble nose.

My brilliant eyes.

Before anyone desires me,

I must feel my own desire.

My full soft lips.

My swan neck.

My full soft breasts.

Before anyone knows me,

I must know myself.

My polished skin.

My round belly.

My welcoming thighs.

Before anyone loves me,

I must fully love myself.

My briar patch.

My secret rose.

My fierce heart.

Before the fires blaze,

I set myself alight

From the book Seasons of a Witch copyright 2004 by Patricia Monaghan, page 47

The Awakening – Borrowed this from yesterday’s WOTC posts

Let me sing you a tale of magics of old,
of powers that slumbered through long years untold.
Let me weave you a song of a memory revived,
calling the Old Ones, their time has arrived.

Bale fires are lighting through all of the land,
the fey folk are dancing, their hour is at hand.
Their music is heard in the chattering stream,
their call echoes out on the wings of a dream.

Beyond the townships, where common folk sleep,
in moors and in meadows, in forests so deep,
Witches are gathering at the dark of the night,
to dance and to worship, bathe in moonlight.

They’ve winded the horn, they have opened the door,
the magics returning to slumber no more.
By the spells they have woven, the runes the have told,
they’ve awakened the Goddess, and the Horned One of old.

And those who have gathered now join hand in hand,
their voices are chanting, throughout all the land.
The God and the Goddess, at last will be heard,
their children, the witches, are spreading the word.

They sing songs of power when the moon, she is high,
They chant songs of joy when the sunrise is nigh,
They dance through the meadows, and through darkened streets,
join their ancient rhythm, when your circle meets,

Come dance to their rhythm, when your circle meets.

–Andrew Daws, Author
Originally published on Pagan Library