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(poem by: R. A. Melos )

Still your mind,
and still your soul,
heed the words that make you grow,
listen to the winds of the sages,
learn the wisdom of the mages,
handed down to us from the ages.

Time is ours,
but only fleeting,
hear the wings of eternity beating,
soon enough we’ll all be meeting,
and each of us merrily greeting.

The moon will be full,
and round,
and bright.
And we’ll be wisked away,
in the dead of night.
To the place we are meant to be,
to learn and grow,
and maybe see,
a spectre of what we should be.

Time is ours,
frozen, but brief,
allowing us to release our grief,
to open our hearts and minds once more,
and step through the sacred door,
of time and space, and futures past,
to teach us the spells to cast.
So we may once again be free,
to live and love and blessed be.

So still your mind,
and still your soul,
and open your heart,
and set yourself free,
on this Samhain, I challenge thee.
Learn the truth from mages old,
the truth which was foretold.
The time is right, the night is new,
we can learn what not to do.

Warnings from the great beyond,
we’ll heed them or all cry,
for lies can no longer be told,
when you look me in the eye.
I’ve learned a lesson, bold and true,
and now there are but a few,
who understand the depth of change,
and how we all must rearrange,
our thinking and goals,
for times anew,
if the world is to survive,
for me and you.

We’ve got our work cut out for us,
my friend.
And we must not fail,
before the end,
or all will be lost,
and fate will be no more,
and finally the great beyond,
will close the door.

Time and space will exist no more,
my friend,
my familiar,
we must work to prevent war.
Peace must prevail for ten thousand years,
and we must make sure it does.
Our souls eternal bond will hold,
as our bodies grow old.
Fear not the great beyond,
my friend,
for it is a beginning,
not an end.

Our work will continue for eternity,
until everlasting peace shall set us free.

I came across this recently. I loved it and wanted to share this poem with all of you.

Warning: Graphic Story

I read a very disturbing story today online. It was about a 12 year old girl who told her mother she was being molested by her stepfather. The mother did not want to believe the girl so instead of telling the police she took her daughter to First Missionary Baptist Church to get counseling from a preacher.

The preacher, Rev. Daryl P. Bujak,¬† brutally spanked the girl because he thought she needed to learn not to lie. Bujak would tell her to “bend over and grab her ankles” then he would proceed to hit her at least 15 to 25 times with a piece of molding he kept hidden in his office. On many occasions he left her covered in whelps and the mother knew about it! The number of hits from the preacher would be determined by how many lies the mother said the young girl had told since her last counseling session.

Eventually the mother started to believe her daughter’s story and the stepfather now faces 5 counts of predatory criminal sexual assault. The young girl’s mother did not report the rape to police until the stepfather had filed for divorce which is all too convenient. The really sad part is that Bujak was barely punished at all. He was fined less than $400 and did not get in trouble for failure to report the rape to police. Bujak was convicted of two counts of battery but won’t serve any jail time.

The girl is now 16 and she had to testify against the preacher in court. I think the mother should face charges as well. She put her daughter through Hell simply because she didn’t want to believe what she was being told. That little girl was sexually abused at home and then beaten at church. She even said that she had to sit on her hands during normal church services because of the whelps on her bottom. She was let down by her mother, her biological father, her stepfather, the church, the preacher, the other members of her family and the justice system.¬† She’ll be in my thoughts¬† for a long time. I’ll pray that she finds kind, caring and supportive people to be in her life and help her through this tragedy.

The answer is no. You can be Wiccan and use Celtic practices or beliefs but you could not call yourself a Celtic Pagan. Wicca in itself is a religion that incorporates different Pagan religions into one. Celtic Paganism is a different religion with a separate belief structure. The two are not the same. I consider myself an Eclectic Pagan because I incorporate beliefs and ideas from multiple Pagan religions including Celtic, Norse, Egyptian and Roman Paganism as well as Wicca and a few others.