The Thirteen Goals Of A Wytche

     I     Know yourself
    II     Know your Craft
   III     Learn
   IV     Apply knowledge with wisdom
    V     Achieve balance
  VI      Keep your words in good order
 VII      Keep your thoughts in good order
VIII     Celebrate life
  IX      Attune with the cycles of the earth
   X      Breathe and eat correctly
  XI      Exercise the body
 XII      Meditate
XIII      Honor the Goddess and God

EPITAPH

When I transfigure, when I step through the diaphanous veil dividing the mortal realm from the immortal: Dare not weep for me! For I shall be in Summerland, freely gazing upon the radiant faces of Mother Goddess and Father God. From their Divine lips I shall hear of ancient mysteries that no human tongue can utter. When the conditions and time are proper once more on earth, I shall return again, on the desert wind. So it has been. So it shall be.
)O(   

ALONE

People tell me they love me. How can this be? Love is seeded, nurtured and brought to fruit through knowledge and understanding of the beloved. There is no one who knows me. They only know what they think they know. Yet, I only allow them to see what I want to them see, and some of what I allow them to see isn't necessarily the truth. There are none whom truly understand me. How can someone understand what they don't know? At the very instance of my conception our great Mother Goddess laid Her hand upon me and destined me to stand alone. I run outside the pack.
I am: The lone wolf.
So mote it be!
)O(

THIRSTING

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(

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(

HARVEST

A man must tend
what he sows my friend
Lest
come the harvest
he may just find the reaper
to be a ...
               WHIRLWIND!

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