27 Beith 2007
artist unknown
The athame consecration ritual was completely awesome! During it, as I stood outside in the Dark of Night, the cold breeze penetrated my clothes to touch every inch of my body. The cold was alive! It embraced me wholeheartedly! With my athame raised, the entire Universe stood still with rapt attention as the hosts of heaven and earth smiled down the soothing Voice of the Gentle Wind. The moment the blade entered the earth - ohmygawd! - if I could only tell you what I felt! But, I cannot. There are no words.
There are just no words.
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