I am a witch. That is has it has always been since I was a child- different, able to sense and see what others could not.
And for those differences, I have been shunned. Even by my own mother, who did not expect me so late in her life and without a husband. Seems most of my life, I have been alone: ridiculed in my insistance that faeries ARE real- that the myths and monsters DO exsisit.
It's just that I could feel their presences, sense their energy- wolves on the full moon, the Sidhe on Samhain... even the whisp of predatory hunger on my evening walks through the woods. And I wasn't afraid. No, intrigued. Yet when I would come close, they would disappear- as if I were too unusual even for them.
Never knew my father. Used to make up stories that I was a Changeling, a royal heir of the Tuatha De Dannan that was spirited away before the enemy could eliminate all the heirs. Silly, I know.
Yet I discovered my true power late in life- which is mainily in sympathetic magick like herbs and candles, tarot and dream prophecy, not the great workings of Merlin or anything like that. A solitary practictioner- no coven politics for me! Must mention the music. I choreograph my workings to music- both modern and ancient. VERY power channel, music.
Never knew I had it in me until last night. I called upon that which should have never been called upon. Now I feel his presence everywhere and nowhere at once. Am I losing my head? Or have I opened a door I cannot close?
Never knew the words that poured out of my throat....
*Bid my blood to run, before I come undone*
