People come to me to harvest the love they find lacking in our madly chaotic society. People come to me for counseling knowing that what I hear in my ears goes to my heart, there to stay until the earth swallows my heart. People come to me for guidance in the ways of our Craft and in addiction recovery for I speak honestly. People come to me seeking after the wisdom that I have learned from others. But I am nothing. I am alone.
)O(
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Sunday, November 13, 2011
THE FOUR GRACES
If we; Wytche Druid Pagan and Old believer alike, are lacking in love mercy compassion and understanding, we are but sounding brass, and like clouds are easily buffeted hither and fro by a simple shift of the wind.
Pray ardently for these gifts.
)O(
Pray ardently for these gifts.
)O(
Thursday, October 27, 2011
HARVEST
A man must tend
what he sows my friend
Lest
come the harvest
he may just find the reaper
to be a ...
WHIRLWIND!
what he sows my friend
Lest
come the harvest
he may just find the reaper
to be a ...
WHIRLWIND!
Monday, October 24, 2011
WORD SPELL
There are no words to speak or to tell
of the magickal mystical spell
you have worked and woven around my heart
gently ... tearing it apart
There are no words to whisper or to shout
or that could possibly sing about
the sweet pain you have sown in me
which only my soul can perceive
There are no words so learned or so wise
whether spoken in truth or spoken in lies
that can explain or can reveal
my heart pierced by love's cold steel
There are no words so common or fair
be it in hateful cursing or blessed prayer
that can tell the story simple and plain
of a man by love cruelly slain
O woman it's only you and you alone
that can chant the hidden unknown tome
that will tell the world or allow them to see
how you've gone and crucified me
of the magickal mystical spell
you have worked and woven around my heart
gently ... tearing it apart
There are no words to whisper or to shout
or that could possibly sing about
the sweet pain you have sown in me
which only my soul can perceive
There are no words so learned or so wise
whether spoken in truth or spoken in lies
that can explain or can reveal
my heart pierced by love's cold steel
There are no words so common or fair
be it in hateful cursing or blessed prayer
that can tell the story simple and plain
of a man by love cruelly slain
O woman it's only you and you alone
that can chant the hidden unknown tome
that will tell the world or allow them to see
how you've gone and crucified me
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Confessions Of A Wytche: An Autobiography
I am an ancient soul. I have been here before, in the mortal realm, many times. I rise from the dust of ages past to dance this mad dervish we call life, only to sleep once again in the sands of time. I return from the kingdom of the dead on the southwest wind. They say the southwest wind can drive a person mad. I find that interesting.
In this incarnation I was bastard born in Scharding, Austria on December 20, 1946 at 1:38am. It was cold. Severely cold. World War II had come to a close, but the blood and the pain was still fresh in the memories of the global population. My life has been a life of blood and pain. In the last six years before I went to rehab and cleaned myself up from thirty eight years of active addiction to drugs and alcohol, the blood and the pain was self inflicted. With fire and razor.
On December 23rd I was taken to Stephenkirche, and there baptized into the Roman Catholic faith. There is a quaint little story told of how my father had to hold the the marble bowl of holy water beneath his military coat, in his armpit, in order to melt enough water for the priest to sprinkle my head. Humorous no doubt, but it was the first step in my spiritual journey. I was christened Philo Ornaldo Ferdinand Franz Josef Nichols. Philo is Greek. Ornaldo and Ferdinand are Spanish. Franz Josef is Austrian and Nichols is the English derivative of the Greek name Nikolaus. I have no knowledge as to how the Greek and Spanish names came into play. My paternal grandmother was French English and my paternal grandfather German Irish. The maternal side of me is Austrian for as many generations as they can count back. So, whence came the Greek and Spanish names is beyond my ken. Perhaps I should ask my mother as she played a primary role in my naming. Either way, as you can see, Austrians have a peculiar propensity for burdening their children with multiple names. Thanks mom! However, I must confess, this strange phenomenon served me well in later years.
My father was stationed in Austria as a part of the military occupation of my nation after the demise of the Nazi regime, which had left it's cruel stamp of death on my mother's side. By the time those murderers were driven out, there was naught but a handful of adult women, two adult males and one male child left to that branch of the family tree. They had all died either fighting in the resistance, or being exterminated for being too outspoken and politically incorrect. The male child had a twin sister. They both disappeared in the Russian occupation sector of Vienna, to never be seen or heard from again. The two adult males both died without producing issue.
In this incarnation I was bastard born in Scharding, Austria on December 20, 1946 at 1:38am. It was cold. Severely cold. World War II had come to a close, but the blood and the pain was still fresh in the memories of the global population. My life has been a life of blood and pain. In the last six years before I went to rehab and cleaned myself up from thirty eight years of active addiction to drugs and alcohol, the blood and the pain was self inflicted. With fire and razor.
On December 23rd I was taken to Stephenkirche, and there baptized into the Roman Catholic faith. There is a quaint little story told of how my father had to hold the the marble bowl of holy water beneath his military coat, in his armpit, in order to melt enough water for the priest to sprinkle my head. Humorous no doubt, but it was the first step in my spiritual journey. I was christened Philo Ornaldo Ferdinand Franz Josef Nichols. Philo is Greek. Ornaldo and Ferdinand are Spanish. Franz Josef is Austrian and Nichols is the English derivative of the Greek name Nikolaus. I have no knowledge as to how the Greek and Spanish names came into play. My paternal grandmother was French English and my paternal grandfather German Irish. The maternal side of me is Austrian for as many generations as they can count back. So, whence came the Greek and Spanish names is beyond my ken. Perhaps I should ask my mother as she played a primary role in my naming. Either way, as you can see, Austrians have a peculiar propensity for burdening their children with multiple names. Thanks mom! However, I must confess, this strange phenomenon served me well in later years.
My father was stationed in Austria as a part of the military occupation of my nation after the demise of the Nazi regime, which had left it's cruel stamp of death on my mother's side. By the time those murderers were driven out, there was naught but a handful of adult women, two adult males and one male child left to that branch of the family tree. They had all died either fighting in the resistance, or being exterminated for being too outspoken and politically incorrect. The male child had a twin sister. They both disappeared in the Russian occupation sector of Vienna, to never be seen or heard from again. The two adult males both died without producing issue.
Monday, August 22, 2011
INSOMNIA
Ohhhhh, my lovely mistress Insomnia!
How seductive the tender ululations of your song.
How bittersweet your crushing embrace.
How deathlike your frenzied dance.
How poisonous your wanton kiss.
)O(
How seductive the tender ululations of your song.
How bittersweet your crushing embrace.
How deathlike your frenzied dance.
How poisonous your wanton kiss.
)O(
Saturday, July 9, 2011
EYES
Laughing eyes, loving eyes
Bold, brave and beautiful eyes
Eyes that mystify, electrify and sometimes terrify
Four seasons frolic in your eyes!
Articulate eyes, angelic eyes
Searching, seeking and seraphic eyes
Eyes that vitalize, harmonize and sometimes tranquilize
Spring rain drifts in your eyes!
Daring eyes, dreaming eyes
Clear, crystal and celestial eyes
Eyes that dance, prance and sometimes entrance
Summer breeze blows in your eyes!
Sere eyes, serene eyes
Hallowed, human and haunting eyes
Eyes that verbalize, mesmerize and sometimes tranquilize
Fall frost sprinkles in your eyes!
Alluring eyes, arresting eyes
Nurturing, needing and nocturnal eyes
Eyes that tease, please and sometimes appease
Winter lightning sparks in your eyes!
For my eternal beloved, DarkSelene, Daughter of the Black Moon,
who with but a single glance, in a fraction of time,
birthed it fully formed in my mind.
Bold, brave and beautiful eyes
Eyes that mystify, electrify and sometimes terrify
Four seasons frolic in your eyes!
Articulate eyes, angelic eyes
Searching, seeking and seraphic eyes
Eyes that vitalize, harmonize and sometimes tranquilize
Spring rain drifts in your eyes!
Daring eyes, dreaming eyes
Clear, crystal and celestial eyes
Eyes that dance, prance and sometimes entrance
Summer breeze blows in your eyes!
Sere eyes, serene eyes
Hallowed, human and haunting eyes
Eyes that verbalize, mesmerize and sometimes tranquilize
Fall frost sprinkles in your eyes!
Alluring eyes, arresting eyes
Nurturing, needing and nocturnal eyes
Eyes that tease, please and sometimes appease
Winter lightning sparks in your eyes!
For my eternal beloved, DarkSelene, Daughter of the Black Moon,
who with but a single glance, in a fraction of time,
birthed it fully formed in my mind.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Dark Dreamings
It seems
you passed through my dreams
I heard your howl
and was aroused from sleep
To gaze
upon a black eyed face
nimbused
in wintry lowland haze
At your greeting
my heart started weeping
three
seeping tears
of blood
one for you
one for me
one for us
Composed for an unnamed woman.
July, 2011
you passed through my dreams
I heard your howl
and was aroused from sleep
To gaze
upon a black eyed face
nimbused
in wintry lowland haze
At your greeting
my heart started weeping
three
seeping tears
of blood
one for you
one for me
one for us
Composed for an unnamed woman.
July, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
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