A true Witch speaks out...
Good morning and good tidings.
Before I get to my post I would like to take a moment and urge all of you to remember our military brothers and sisters on this, Memorial day. Send up a prayer for those fallen in the line of duty, our veterans, and those presently serving for us, around the world. Our military forces are the backbone of America and whether or not you believe in the neccessity of the wars being fought on foreign soil, always remember that our fighting men and women are our first line of defence against war coming to the shores of our great nation. It happened; 09/11/01, and it shook this nation to her core, and it can happen again. So before you decry our governments efforts to ferret out and punish terrorists and the preventive measures now be taken, give a thought to all that occured during that shocking, sneak attack. The loss of human lives, families torn apart, a city turned chaotic; the aftermath continues to this day.
Those who consider the military a free ride for a paycheck and housing, an education, or merely a stopgap until a better thing comes along are those who demean and defame our nation. The military is, and has always been, meant to be a fighting machine to be used in defence of our nation. Shame on those who boast of being part of the brotherhood of soldiers during good times, and mock it during bad times. It is not the enemy on foreign soil which cast dark shawdows upon our military, but those who claim to be our own while they whine and moan about being 'forced' into war. When you enlist in the military you are first and foremost a soldier. You accept the duties of such when you sign on the dotted line and no matter what the recruiter tells you, it is common knowledge that duty comes before anything else. Where is your pride? You are no better than anyone else and not owed a free ride. Honor or disgrace; the choice is your's, alone, and cannot be laid at the feet of another.
I would like to thank all of our soldiers who enlisted in good faith and who defend our nation and her values with valor and courage. My prayers and thoughts are ever with you, wherever you may be. Stand tall and take pride in being the best of the best, for honor is yours. The eyes of the world and your country are upon you, and none can lay claim to the honor you wear with such dignity.
By now it is patently obvious where my loyalties lie. I make no excuse for my views and feelings concerning those who opt for disloyalty to this nation. Words of defamation are a double-edged sword but that dull sword will never slay our government or our nation, for there are those of us who will stand against such disloyalty to our dying breath. Nay, your words are turned back on you by their very utterance, and all who are loyal see and know you for what you are -coward, willing to take, without giving anything in return. It is everyone' s right to speak his/her mind, but it is also my right to close my ears to the rantings of cowardly leeches who seek to suck dry the benefits of military life, for their own gain. Be gone, for you foul the breath of our great America. Aye, now I have gotten that out of my system I will continue with today's post.
My name is BethAnne and I was pleased to accept Dream Teller's request to visit with you. I am a True-Witch, born. I am of Welsh and Irish descent; born in America. My grandparents on maman's side immigrated to America from Ireland in the late 1950's. My grandfather passed away soon after arriving here (the cost of worrying about how he would support his family in a foreign land), and my grandmaman and maman were left to fend for themselves. The subject of Witches was taboo during that time, mostly scoffed at, for Christianity was the order of the day. And so, grandmaman kept quiet about her origins and, without much of a formal education, she went to work in a factory to provide for her only child. She toiled away at a sewing maching in a dismal building for long hours each day, without complaint. She managed to provide for maman's needs; scrimping and saving from her meager earnings so maman could go to college.
For her part, maman studied hard to attain her desire to be able to afford to provide for grandmaman in her later years. She was successful, and grandmaman passed from this world at the age of 83, knowing the prosperity her child provided for both of them. 'Twas during her last year at college that maman met the man who would relieve her of the neccessity to work, and provide for all her needs. Papa was a Welshman, come over from the old country during the early 1960's. He was handsome and educated, and because of his true origins, he immediately recognized a kindred spirit in maman. 'Twas the blood of the true Witch running in both their veins that brought them together; he,a Warlock, and maman, a Healer. At first their relationship was tenuous at best, for Warlocks are a breed unto themselves and it was rare back then that they formally took a life-partner.
It was maman who held out against such a partnership, for it was natural for her to lack trust in Papa's Kind. But along and along, Papa wore down her defenses (a wonderful story he used to tell me, as a child). They eventually handfasted (wed) and within the year my brother was born. A daughter followed eighteen months later and for several years they thought their family was complete. 'Twas a surprise, me, conceived ten years after the birth of my sister and as Papa would often tell me; a wonderful surprise, was I.
I have been blessed to live a life filled with love and the support of my family. Maman passed to the next life some six years ago, and while Papa suffered a broken heart, he continues to stay strong for his children and to this day, guides us as we need it.
Why am I telling you all of this? To show you that all Witches are not of the dangerous sort; but the majority are folk who live and behave, much as you do. True, our religious beliefs are different than most. But Pagans do not pose danger to others simply for their religious beliefs. Our Majick is not used for ill gain, but for the good of all. We respect Mother Earth, and we do not hold sway with the practicioners of evil. 'Tis the bane of our Kind; those Witches who cast doubt upon all Witches, whom we go out of our way to separate ourselves from.
Papa is a powerful Warlock, to be sure, but he would no more harm another without provocation than he would harm one of his children. Nor would my brother, who is Warlock, or my sister, who is Sorceress. Aye, and they are; an oddity in one family, but not unheard of. I am the different one, not Sorceress but Healer, as Maman was. Papa always went out of his way to assure me that it was my being different that was a blessing I should never feel ungrateful for. 'Twas the time when I was jealous of my siblings' greater powers, but I eventually learned that the enormous responsibilties that come with being Warlock or Sorceress were more than I would have wished to shoulder. I am most happy being a Healer and I take great pride in my abilities to serve others. My happiness is compounded in the knowing of how proud of me my family is.
My only worry, as it were, is my family's constant urging to seek a proper life-partner. Their urging is done with love and much teasing, but for the moment I am content with my lot. They despair that the baby of the family will ever begin my search, and I thoroughly enjoy letting them continue to think I prefer a life of solitude. My sister has produced countless 'possibilities' under the guise of introducing me to her circle of friends, while my brother and Papa are in cahoots with one another, while they think I do not know they seek to find a partner for me. It is often laughable, what the three of them get up to, occassionally irritating, but never outrageous to the point of embarrassment. In truth, I enjoy meeting those they deem good enough for me. I am a social creature by nature, but I also demand solitude when the mood strikes me, and none of my family cross that line during those times. So you see, I am truly blessed.
'Twas through Papa that I met Dream Teller and her circle of friends. I am much the richer for knowing them, and I have to say that upon meeting the Warlock Gregory's family, my eyes were opened wide at meeting his sons and step-sons. My goodness, what a handsome lot they are! Of the six, three are yet unspoken for. Hmm, not a bad thing, so mayhap I will test the waters in that particular direction. Who ever knows where and when one might run head-long into one's soul-mate? I must say that the oldest, the Warlock Shane, is quite a striking figure of a man then again the twins, the Warlocks Jaceion (who happens to be a Master Healer) and Jeremy (a Wizard, who has a rich singing voice, like smooth velvet) are equally easy upon the eyes. But, 'tis no' by looks that I judge a man's worth as a partner, for it is what is in his heart that will speak to me. Wish me well and Blessings Upon You, BethAnne.
Before I get to my post I would like to take a moment and urge all of you to remember our military brothers and sisters on this, Memorial day. Send up a prayer for those fallen in the line of duty, our veterans, and those presently serving for us, around the world. Our military forces are the backbone of America and whether or not you believe in the neccessity of the wars being fought on foreign soil, always remember that our fighting men and women are our first line of defence against war coming to the shores of our great nation. It happened; 09/11/01, and it shook this nation to her core, and it can happen again. So before you decry our governments efforts to ferret out and punish terrorists and the preventive measures now be taken, give a thought to all that occured during that shocking, sneak attack. The loss of human lives, families torn apart, a city turned chaotic; the aftermath continues to this day.
Those who consider the military a free ride for a paycheck and housing, an education, or merely a stopgap until a better thing comes along are those who demean and defame our nation. The military is, and has always been, meant to be a fighting machine to be used in defence of our nation. Shame on those who boast of being part of the brotherhood of soldiers during good times, and mock it during bad times. It is not the enemy on foreign soil which cast dark shawdows upon our military, but those who claim to be our own while they whine and moan about being 'forced' into war. When you enlist in the military you are first and foremost a soldier. You accept the duties of such when you sign on the dotted line and no matter what the recruiter tells you, it is common knowledge that duty comes before anything else. Where is your pride? You are no better than anyone else and not owed a free ride. Honor or disgrace; the choice is your's, alone, and cannot be laid at the feet of another.
I would like to thank all of our soldiers who enlisted in good faith and who defend our nation and her values with valor and courage. My prayers and thoughts are ever with you, wherever you may be. Stand tall and take pride in being the best of the best, for honor is yours. The eyes of the world and your country are upon you, and none can lay claim to the honor you wear with such dignity.
By now it is patently obvious where my loyalties lie. I make no excuse for my views and feelings concerning those who opt for disloyalty to this nation. Words of defamation are a double-edged sword but that dull sword will never slay our government or our nation, for there are those of us who will stand against such disloyalty to our dying breath. Nay, your words are turned back on you by their very utterance, and all who are loyal see and know you for what you are -coward, willing to take, without giving anything in return. It is everyone' s right to speak his/her mind, but it is also my right to close my ears to the rantings of cowardly leeches who seek to suck dry the benefits of military life, for their own gain. Be gone, for you foul the breath of our great America. Aye, now I have gotten that out of my system I will continue with today's post.
My name is BethAnne and I was pleased to accept Dream Teller's request to visit with you. I am a True-Witch, born. I am of Welsh and Irish descent; born in America. My grandparents on maman's side immigrated to America from Ireland in the late 1950's. My grandfather passed away soon after arriving here (the cost of worrying about how he would support his family in a foreign land), and my grandmaman and maman were left to fend for themselves. The subject of Witches was taboo during that time, mostly scoffed at, for Christianity was the order of the day. And so, grandmaman kept quiet about her origins and, without much of a formal education, she went to work in a factory to provide for her only child. She toiled away at a sewing maching in a dismal building for long hours each day, without complaint. She managed to provide for maman's needs; scrimping and saving from her meager earnings so maman could go to college.
For her part, maman studied hard to attain her desire to be able to afford to provide for grandmaman in her later years. She was successful, and grandmaman passed from this world at the age of 83, knowing the prosperity her child provided for both of them. 'Twas during her last year at college that maman met the man who would relieve her of the neccessity to work, and provide for all her needs. Papa was a Welshman, come over from the old country during the early 1960's. He was handsome and educated, and because of his true origins, he immediately recognized a kindred spirit in maman. 'Twas the blood of the true Witch running in both their veins that brought them together; he,a Warlock, and maman, a Healer. At first their relationship was tenuous at best, for Warlocks are a breed unto themselves and it was rare back then that they formally took a life-partner.
It was maman who held out against such a partnership, for it was natural for her to lack trust in Papa's Kind. But along and along, Papa wore down her defenses (a wonderful story he used to tell me, as a child). They eventually handfasted (wed) and within the year my brother was born. A daughter followed eighteen months later and for several years they thought their family was complete. 'Twas a surprise, me, conceived ten years after the birth of my sister and as Papa would often tell me; a wonderful surprise, was I.
I have been blessed to live a life filled with love and the support of my family. Maman passed to the next life some six years ago, and while Papa suffered a broken heart, he continues to stay strong for his children and to this day, guides us as we need it.
Why am I telling you all of this? To show you that all Witches are not of the dangerous sort; but the majority are folk who live and behave, much as you do. True, our religious beliefs are different than most. But Pagans do not pose danger to others simply for their religious beliefs. Our Majick is not used for ill gain, but for the good of all. We respect Mother Earth, and we do not hold sway with the practicioners of evil. 'Tis the bane of our Kind; those Witches who cast doubt upon all Witches, whom we go out of our way to separate ourselves from.
Papa is a powerful Warlock, to be sure, but he would no more harm another without provocation than he would harm one of his children. Nor would my brother, who is Warlock, or my sister, who is Sorceress. Aye, and they are; an oddity in one family, but not unheard of. I am the different one, not Sorceress but Healer, as Maman was. Papa always went out of his way to assure me that it was my being different that was a blessing I should never feel ungrateful for. 'Twas the time when I was jealous of my siblings' greater powers, but I eventually learned that the enormous responsibilties that come with being Warlock or Sorceress were more than I would have wished to shoulder. I am most happy being a Healer and I take great pride in my abilities to serve others. My happiness is compounded in the knowing of how proud of me my family is.
My only worry, as it were, is my family's constant urging to seek a proper life-partner. Their urging is done with love and much teasing, but for the moment I am content with my lot. They despair that the baby of the family will ever begin my search, and I thoroughly enjoy letting them continue to think I prefer a life of solitude. My sister has produced countless 'possibilities' under the guise of introducing me to her circle of friends, while my brother and Papa are in cahoots with one another, while they think I do not know they seek to find a partner for me. It is often laughable, what the three of them get up to, occassionally irritating, but never outrageous to the point of embarrassment. In truth, I enjoy meeting those they deem good enough for me. I am a social creature by nature, but I also demand solitude when the mood strikes me, and none of my family cross that line during those times. So you see, I am truly blessed.
'Twas through Papa that I met Dream Teller and her circle of friends. I am much the richer for knowing them, and I have to say that upon meeting the Warlock Gregory's family, my eyes were opened wide at meeting his sons and step-sons. My goodness, what a handsome lot they are! Of the six, three are yet unspoken for. Hmm, not a bad thing, so mayhap I will test the waters in that particular direction. Who ever knows where and when one might run head-long into one's soul-mate? I must say that the oldest, the Warlock Shane, is quite a striking figure of a man then again the twins, the Warlocks Jaceion (who happens to be a Master Healer) and Jeremy (a Wizard, who has a rich singing voice, like smooth velvet) are equally easy upon the eyes. But, 'tis no' by looks that I judge a man's worth as a partner, for it is what is in his heart that will speak to me. Wish me well and Blessings Upon You, BethAnne.
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