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shondam
Name: shondam
Location: belen new mexico
Gender: Female
Last Seen: Sun, 12 Nov 2023
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Here a little about me: I go by the name Priestess Raven in the coven called Devine Witch Community.
My coven> devinewitchwitchcraftcommunity.weebly.com
If you want to know more about my coven just ask me.
The history of me: My heritage goes back pretty far. I have Celtic gypsy in my blood line. I am a balanced witch if you will (The best way to explain me). Magik was something I was born into. My mother and grandmother and aunt are witches as well. I am empathy as well. I have been called a foreseer due to I can read someone?s past and present. I also know how to do tarot cards. I also have knowledge in Demonology.
Elements: My element is earth
I do use the elements when I do my magik.
I love seeking knowledge of things and learning new things. Magik is my world I will never give up on my craft.
Want to know anything else about me just ask me
Witch's creed
Hear now the words of the witches,
The secrets we hid in the night,
When dark was our destiny?s pathway,
That now we bring forth into light.
Mysterious water and fire,
The earth and the wide-ranging air,
By hidden quintessence we know them,
And will and keep silent and dare.
The birth and rebirth of all nature,
The passing of winter and spring,
We share with the life universal,
Rejoice in the magical ring.
Four times in the year the Great Sabbath Returns,
And witches are seen
At Lammas, and Candlemas dancing,
On May Eve and old Halloween.
When day-time and night-time are equal,
When the sun is at greatest and least,
The four Lesser Sabbaths are summoned,
Again witches gather in feast.
Thirteen silver moons in a year are,
Thirteen is the coven's array.
Thirteen times as Esbat make merry,
For each golden year and a day.
The power was passed down the ages,
Each time between woman and man,
Each century unto the other,
Ere time and the ages began.
When drawn is the magical circle,
By sword or athame or power,
Its compass between the two worlds lie,
In Land of the Shades for that hour.
This world has no right then to know it,
And world beyond will tell naught,
The oldest of Gods are invoked there,
The Great Work of magic is wrought.
For two are the mystical pillars,
That stand to at the gate of the shrine,
And two are the powers of nature,
The forms and the forces divine.
The dark and the light in succession,
The opposites each unto each,
Shown forth as a God and a Goddess,
Of this did our ancestors teach.
By night he?s the wild winds rider,
The Horned One, the Lord of the shades,
By day he?s the King of the Woodlands,
The dweller in green forest glades.
She is youthful or old as she pleases,
She sails the torn clouds in her barque,
The bright silver lady of midnight,
The crone who weaves spells in the dark.
The master and mistress of magic,
They dwell in the deeps of the mind,
Immortal and ever-renewing,
With power to free or to bind.
So drink the good wine to the Old Gods,
And dance and make love in their praise,
Til Elphame's fair land shall receive us,
In peace at the end of our days.
An Do What You Will be the challenge,
So be it in Love that harms none,
For this is the only commandment,
By Magick of old, be it done.
Eight words the Witches Creed fulfill: If it harms none, do what you will.