wolvenprinc's blog: "Wicca"

Down the way, I see a light. I am curious. Then follow it. I came to the end and there was a hill. Then there is this pulling in me. I climb. and climb. Climb some more. Reaching the top, I turn and see mountain upon mountains. Tree vary of colors. Red, golden, yellow, orange and brown. Clouds start to roll in. The wind picks up, it gets chilly. Thunder looms above, then the flashing ligthning. I smell it, the rain. The wind blows hard, knocking my hair astray and out of control. The first drop falls. The second and third. Then complete silence. A rustle of leaves behind me as the wind picks up once again. I begin to walk. Its comfortable like this. Clears the head. Then the heavens break lose, rain pours down. I stand their, loving the cool tears upon my face as the Goddess blesses me with her Love.

There was once a girl. It was the year 1880. Her family was a big one. Five kids her being the middle. Her name was Faith. She was always alone. Her two brothers were always together as were her two sisters. Then one night, during the spring, in the month of May. She decided to take a walk. Faith found a path, a path thick and wide. She started walking to it. Soon after, she decided to turn back, because it was turning night rapidly and her papa's rule was always to be in the house when the moon was full. So she ran. Faith stopped, turned, and turned. There was fork in the road. One that wasn't their before. She was lost. She heard a noise close by and startled her. She began to get scared. Faith turned again, this time, she was faced to face with yellow golden eyes. He was a beautiful sight. Huge. It was a wolf. The animal began walking towards the to the road. Faith felt that he was leading her home so she followed. After a few minutes, the cabin came in to veiw. She ran, half way there she turned to look back. He wasnt there. Little did she know this wouldnt be the last time she would see him.

I wanna write. I have an itch in my hand that needs to be scratched. Ideas float in my head and don't settles. I have this feeling I need to do more. What? No Clue. Writing is special to me as is my Paganism. I am pagan yes, and I'm proud. Wiccas not bad its another religion. We don't worship the 'devil' as most think. We worship the Gods and Goddess and the Earth. Animals are Mother Earths children as we are.

The rush of the wind. The whistle of sound. Down the way I see a shadow. I know this shadow. My heart swells and my become breathless. Filled with emotion. I get closer. The shadow grows farther. I try and reach but can not touch. My soul feel as if its drowning. I drop my hand. I turn and look and see a clearing. Turning towards it, I see the shadow again. Trying to speak, no sound is made. Walking away, I hear nothing and feel nothing but numbness. The shadow was hope. Hope I noolonger seek. I close my eyes as the tears run like a river. Still lonely. Still isolated. Just Still.

I sit here watching the sky grow orange. The thoughts of the day comes forth. The sun sinks lower behind the mountain. Its a half firey red circle. I walk on. Im now in the woods. The path beings to widen. Its growing cool. Its still warm during the day but oh so cool at night. One by one the kernals of popcorn the stars show in the sky. I smile. The night sound begin to play. Nearby a Owl hoots. A cricket plays his song. A breeze beings to blow making the trees and grass dance to the tune. Night is scare. A time we life comes to when others sleep. The truth is out. It is night.

I walk along a path. Yet I walk alone Down the way I see a light. To pure to be man made But a Natural light. She shines down with a smile. It glows bright. As the a night grows The light slow. Now the stars are bright She is no longer showing her face. Her wisdom, until the next time shines. The path come nears the end and I seek the peace. I sit down on the ground and look around. Yet She is there. The Moon, the Goddess.

I seek close to the one I need. Through the waters of the unknown I know the way it must be. I run in the moonlight as my spirit grows. Next to me He runs with me. With eyes that look,into my soul and the strength it shall give me. I pump harder. I look again this time, his color show. White and silver, the ones He wears with pride. The it the soul I carry with me. He is my guidence. The wave crash at my barefeet yet He stands by me as the sky and water meet. He knows me all so well. The wolf inside me runs free.