So the Christian calendar kicks over another year, 2008 years after they murdered their own saviour.

2008 years of inheritted guilt.

Oh well.

I`m thinking.......

I`ve heard of another Witch having a close call with fire. That`s 3 in less than 12 months.

Energy is an amazing thing, belief creates reality, that`s a fact, therefor the Xtian God has to exist TO THOSE WHO BELIEVE IN HIM, so he`s there, floating around as a thought manifestation, he`ll never be seen cos "they" believe he`s too perfect to lay eyes upon, but he`s there and so`s the fucked up "evil" energy they bestowed upon his thought patterns.

Which leads me to Witches, the Xtians bible says Witches are evil, they were murdered once upon a time for that very reason, so there`s still a "Witches are evil" thought pattern floating around, it has to hit a mark of manifestation at some point, so I wonder if it`s just the modern day "confessed Witches" that come to grief with fire?

I`ve never hidden the fact that I`m a Witch, I`ve never had to, my whole family are Witches in their own way, so I`ve always been surrounded by the acceptance of Witches, I doubt the two other ladies I know of that were burnt or had a run in with fire, hid who they were either as they both lost invaluable Witchcraft accessories.

So...does the thought process float around until it recognises an honest "Witchy" energy, then hit its mark?

ARE we still being burnt by Christians?

I always wondered why the first spells i was ever taught and passed on to my kids by the time they were 5, were protection spells, I wondered WHY we needed so much protection and from what?

Just by being who we are, we vibrate at a higher entity level than most, so yes one has to be protected and ever mindful of their barriers, we cast protection around those we love to protect them from everyday harms.

But I never thought about the unmanifested manifestations. The negative thought patterns directed not at us as individuals, but at our energies as Witches.

Is it an Eternal battle between the Christians and Witches?  Are we just re playing the roles we`ve played time and time again, yet in more subtle forms?

And if that`s what`s happening, then we are still bound by them, whether we`re injured or not really, we don`t count our own years, we have our own calendar, yet we follow theirs.

We`re bound by a thought pattern that beat us down, so we sit silently in the shadows and wait, lest we speak out and be attacked by a thought manifestation.

We`re not bound to a Christian world, we`re bound to a thought pattern and we`re giving it strength by allowing it to manifest into our own thought patterns.

Hmmmmm.

This was sent to me in an email a few years ago, I`ve recently moved and going through my papers I`d found I actually printed it out.It made me cry when I read it.

Check this out.

The Halloween Witch

Each year they parade her about, the traditional Halloween Witch.

Mishapen green face, stringy scraps of hair, and a toothless mouth beneath her deformed nose. Gnarled knobby fingers twisted into a claw protracting from a bent and twisted torso that lurches about on wobbly legs.

Most think this abject image to be the creation of a predjudiced mind or merely a Halloween character.

I disagree. I believe this is how Witches were really seen. Consider that most Witches were women, were abducted in the night, and smuggled into dungeons or prisons under the secrecy of darkness to be presented by the light of day as a confessed Witch.

Few if any saw the a frightened normal looking woman being dragged into a secret room filled with instruments of torture, to be questioned until she confessed to anything suggested to her and to give names or whatever would stop the questions. Crowds saw the abberation denounced to the world as a self - proclaimed Witch.

As the Witch was paraded through the town en route to be burned, hanged, drowned, stoned or disposed of, all the jeeriing crowds viewed were the results of hours of torture. The face bruised and broken by countless blows bore a hue of sickly green. The once warm and loving smile replaced by a grimace of broken teeth and torn gums that leers beneath a battered disfigured nose. The dishevelled hair conceals bleeding gaps of torn scalp from whence cruel hands had torn away the lovely tresses. Broken twisted hands clutched the wagon for support; fractured fingers with nails torn away locked like groping claws to steady her broken body. All semblance of humanity gone.

I revere this Halloween crone and hold Her Sacred above all. I honour her courage and listen to her warnings of the Dark side of man. Each year I shed tears of Respect when the mundane exhibit their symbol of religious love.