Talk Story
Witches walk the edges. Our tents and huts have always been located on the periphery between the Civilized and Wild places. I am speaking of the Witch as Shaman, as Medicine Person, Sorcerer, Walker Between the Worlds.
All indigenous peoples have always recognized the few on the Edge. Even today, neo-pagans understand the true Witch as somehow "aside" or "different." Respected and reviled, honored and feared, we have been the ones saught out when conventional means failed. We have always been the last hope when the child was sick, the ones consulted when the Chiefs and Councils threw up their hands in despair. Only then did they come to us. This has always been our Way. Times have changed in profound and extreme ways. And not much has changed at all if you think deeply about this story and let it speak to you from beneath and beyond the edges of the words themselves . . .
Now, we have reached a turning point in the evolution of humankind. Witches are walking and working together. Not hand-in-hand as a group mind you! Rather, we are each walking the Edge we must walk alone, yet we are aware and in support of one others Walk and Edge. For it is at the Edge that we hunt and gather wisdom, healing, mystery and magic for ourselves and for the People. Were we to attempt Walking a single Edge together, that Edge would become a Center and we will have lost our place for we (Witches) are notriously terrible at getting along without a Good Reason, and even then it's best if we have a Time Limit. These are not defaults which need to be healed. They are part of our Nature as Witches. Civilizing the Wild Nature is not the goal of the Witch. Trying to make ourselves (Witches) into polite members of Committees, Societies and Organizations . . . . well it feels a lot like taking the Native children and putting them in wool pants at a school desk. Tree is Tree. No one faults the Tree for having roots and branches and a language all its own. Witch is Witch. And Witch is as much Wild as she is Human and Divine . . . .
We (Witches) recognize that some of the Old Magic and Healing must be shared with those who live at the Center of things because the Center and all the Edges are shifting. The People are awakening and we (Witches) struggle with this but ultimately do what is needed, for the Holy Well from which our wisdom is drawn is without end. And the Edge where we walk alone and yet aware of one another is Here. We prepare ourselves and do what is necessary to help the People. We teach and councel, heal and sing, touch and whisper, make love and hold ceremonies. We do these things alone, or with other Witches and even with the People. Sometimes, as we teach and heal, we come across others of our kind and we bring them home into the fold. Not all who seek Teaching and Healing are Witches. Still the Teachings teach and the Healings heal and they are never Wasted.
As we teach and heal, sing and touch, whisper and weave, cook and dance, we recognize our Humanity and turn our tools upon ourselves so we might not lose the Innocence which makes us who we are. We ask each other for the healing we need. This is new for us (Witches), for traditionally we have been too filled with hubris, too enamored of our own Beauty to notice what needed healing in us and too enthralled with our own Power to ask for the help required . . . .
We are ThreeFold. Our Nature is Human-Wild-Divine. We (Witches) are lonely and yet not alone as we Walk the Edges gathering and weaving our Threefold Selves Together; aligning our tools for the purpose of conveying Wisdom and Healing which are so needed now in the Center. So we Walk . . . .
Here is the place where we Walk-the distance between spiraling galaxies; the periphery of the civilization; the edge of madness; the limits of science; the moment when the child slips from the womb; the second after the last breath goes out from the body; the instant when the knife blade goes under the ribs to peirce the heart of the prey; the softening of focus when the beloved is recognized; the sound that arise in the throat when prayer becomes ecstatic; the silence which descends when the magic is well done; the steps leading between the fractals composing the multiverse; the depths of the spiraling ladder of our own DNA; the intake of breath as we scale the space between octaves of music; the instantaneous conversation between a nucleus and and atom; the follicles of Her hair; the desire in His loins; the orgasmic thrust, expansion and contraction of creation . . . .
These are some of the Edges where magic is found, gathered, stored and remembered by Witches. This Wildness has always been our Way. Our Wildness is needed now. It it time to bring our Wildness to the People. We must remember though, not to allow ourselves to become so civilized that we find our tent located at the Center or our calendars filled with committee meetings.
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All indigenous peoples have always recognized the few on the Edge. Even today, neo-pagans understand the true Witch as somehow "aside" or "different." Respected and reviled, honored and feared, we have been the ones saught out when conventional means failed. We have always been the last hope when the child was sick, the ones consulted when the Chiefs and Councils threw up their hands in despair. Only then did they come to us. This has always been our Way. Times have changed in profound and extreme ways. And not much has changed at all if you think deeply about this story and let it speak to you from beneath and beyond the edges of the words themselves . . .
Now, we have reached a turning point in the evolution of humankind. Witches are walking and working together. Not hand-in-hand as a group mind you! Rather, we are each walking the Edge we must walk alone, yet we are aware and in support of one others Walk and Edge. For it is at the Edge that we hunt and gather wisdom, healing, mystery and magic for ourselves and for the People. Were we to attempt Walking a single Edge together, that Edge would become a Center and we will have lost our place for we (Witches) are notriously terrible at getting along without a Good Reason, and even then it's best if we have a Time Limit. These are not defaults which need to be healed. They are part of our Nature as Witches. Civilizing the Wild Nature is not the goal of the Witch. Trying to make ourselves (Witches) into polite members of Committees, Societies and Organizations . . . . well it feels a lot like taking the Native children and putting them in wool pants at a school desk. Tree is Tree. No one faults the Tree for having roots and branches and a language all its own. Witch is Witch. And Witch is as much Wild as she is Human and Divine . . . .
We (Witches) recognize that some of the Old Magic and Healing must be shared with those who live at the Center of things because the Center and all the Edges are shifting. The People are awakening and we (Witches) struggle with this but ultimately do what is needed, for the Holy Well from which our wisdom is drawn is without end. And the Edge where we walk alone and yet aware of one another is Here. We prepare ourselves and do what is necessary to help the People. We teach and councel, heal and sing, touch and whisper, make love and hold ceremonies. We do these things alone, or with other Witches and even with the People. Sometimes, as we teach and heal, we come across others of our kind and we bring them home into the fold. Not all who seek Teaching and Healing are Witches. Still the Teachings teach and the Healings heal and they are never Wasted.
As we teach and heal, sing and touch, whisper and weave, cook and dance, we recognize our Humanity and turn our tools upon ourselves so we might not lose the Innocence which makes us who we are. We ask each other for the healing we need. This is new for us (Witches), for traditionally we have been too filled with hubris, too enamored of our own Beauty to notice what needed healing in us and too enthralled with our own Power to ask for the help required . . . .
We are ThreeFold. Our Nature is Human-Wild-Divine. We (Witches) are lonely and yet not alone as we Walk the Edges gathering and weaving our Threefold Selves Together; aligning our tools for the purpose of conveying Wisdom and Healing which are so needed now in the Center. So we Walk . . . .
Here is the place where we Walk-the distance between spiraling galaxies; the periphery of the civilization; the edge of madness; the limits of science; the moment when the child slips from the womb; the second after the last breath goes out from the body; the instant when the knife blade goes under the ribs to peirce the heart of the prey; the softening of focus when the beloved is recognized; the sound that arise in the throat when prayer becomes ecstatic; the silence which descends when the magic is well done; the steps leading between the fractals composing the multiverse; the depths of the spiraling ladder of our own DNA; the intake of breath as we scale the space between octaves of music; the instantaneous conversation between a nucleus and and atom; the follicles of Her hair; the desire in His loins; the orgasmic thrust, expansion and contraction of creation . . . .
These are some of the Edges where magic is found, gathered, stored and remembered by Witches. This Wildness has always been our Way. Our Wildness is needed now. It it time to bring our Wildness to the People. We must remember though, not to allow ourselves to become so civilized that we find our tent located at the Center or our calendars filled with committee meetings.
www.blackheartferi.com