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The past few days I was living in Beauty, flowering out like the roses do in the gardens. This was true, I was happy, I was joyful. What is left? A few single words can brake me down. They just have to show me one single thing: That my Tribe, my kind, is not yet found (or at least I am not living in nor with it). Isn't it possible to find just a bunch of people who serve the same visions by similar means? Shouldn't there be some people who adore and love me for who I AM? I always end up with the same problem: The feeling, that (many of) my closest friends just love parts of me, but not the whole me. That there is no place for my feyness, my magic, my Self in our relationships - at least not under normal cicumstances. This sucks.
A teacher of mine told me, that being a Witch means, that you will always be alone to a certain extend. Maybe this is true.
A teacher of mine told me, that being a Witch means, that you will always be alone to a certain extend. Maybe this is true.