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The
Charge Of The Crone - by Jim Garrison Hear
the words of the Dark Goddess who stands within the crossroads,
whose torch illuminates the Underworld: I
am the Queen of Magic and the dark of the Moon, hidden in the
deepest night. I am the mystery of the Otherworld and the fear that
coils about your heart in the time of your trials. I am the soul of
nature that gives form to the universe; it is I who await you at the end
of the spiral dance. Most ancient among gods and mortals, let my worship
be within the heart that has truly tasted life, for behold all acts of
magic and art are my pleasure and my greatest ritual is love itself. Therefore
let there be beauty in your strength, compassion in your wrath,
power in your humility, and discipline balanced through mirth and
reverence. You who seek to remove my veil and behold my true face,
know that all your questioning and efforts are for nothing, and all your
lust and desires shall avail you not at all. For unless you know my mystery,
look wherever you will, it will elude you, for it is within you and nowhere
else. For behold, I have ever been with you, from the very beginning,
the comforting hand that nurtured you in the dawn of life, and
the loving embrace that awaits you at the end of each life, for I am that
which is attained at the end of the dance, and I am the womb of new beginnings,
as yet unimagined and unknown. |