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I often dream of magic and Craft and connected kin
I dream of sisters sitting round a flame
I dream of a world far away
Visited only in my dream-walkings

I wonder why I go there
All so familiar but at the same time unknown
The ladies look to me for guidance
With clear questioning eyes

They gather round with questions
Bringing a new sister to our gathering
I light an extra candle, one flame among many
I ask how it was she came here

She was told of this gathering at another circle
Said she would find her true self here
Ah yes, I nodded, folks there, do gather here
In our inner circle. Be welcome dear sister

We gather in the light of early evening
The day is still warm and the evening is peaceful before the sun goes down
Come sister let me tell you about Craft
About choices, about honour, about roads to take

She looks at me with gentle eyes, waiting for more
Hungry for more
My truths I share, of other lives lived
The sun goes down, the air is perfumed and she is enthralled

I awake suddenly to my mundane world
Trying to analyse my thoughts, to gather up the threads I had woven
No sense could I derive, ready to dismiss my dream world
Then something, a voice, a thought, a feeling made me go back through that still open door

I realised I knew that place, knew those peaceful serene ladies
I knew I belonged there, knew it was home and had travelled there, time and time again
A dimension not far from this one, where I had taught so many times before
But so different

I re-joined my gathering, the waiting ladies expectant
We talked and shared into the night around the spiralling flame
We spoke of honour and of kin, I shared true knowledge as taught to me and of what magic really is
We laughed and we cried and I knew I truly existed within this truth.

 

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In blessed darkness will I walk my path with footfalls silent on the earth.

Never alone I wander through an age of eternal night times

Yet fear not my lack of human companionship.

Under heavens starry canopy my becoming of self completes,

For I see the world for what it is

And in acceptance I surrender to the future.

I see the dark and light as one as they become each other,

I see the sun, moon and stars revealed through times illusion

And I see the earth bound in sorrows; secrets forever hidden within the wyrd.

And yet I also see myself; I see my secret beyond the skin,

I feel the truth flowing as blood upon the land

And in truth and being I unravel upon the sands of time.

Those I knew as kin, never were

And those that truly speak come to me through ages past

Whispering the secrets to my existence from their alabaster beds.

I read the signs left hidden by kindred long ago,

I see the glory revealed in echoes of lives that still resonate

Upon the unending shores of time.

Yet is it only I who can truly see their unwritten language of the past,

Who can feel their energy vibrating still with life;

A life which reverberates through my body;

A record left of all times gone and those yet to come?

I tread the path of the guardians, the watchers, the keepers and the Protectors of Light.

I know they watch me; yet leave me be; acceptance.

Yet when the blood finally flows and the rising water cleanses

I too will protect and in my becoming, rise to new heights of understanding.

Watching from the shadows I bide my time

Wearing this cloak of glorious darkness I await my time

When I too will whisper my tale upon  Destiny’s Hill to those whom would sit and listen.

 

 

The Keeper of Scrolls

July 2017

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