Winding Threads

Deliver now, deliver me
From this hole;
A damp earthen tunnel
Like the closeness of a womb.

Or whatever... Hence begins a catalogue of my ways in the Craft. Old Ways to be made anew. What an antithesis.

They haven't called, yet I did not really bother to search for a right one. Herne's Magister mentioned that to be heard by the Hidden Ones, one has to shine brightly in one's life - like a beacon, for Them to take notice. Perhaps that is why I have not found the right way to the Gates of the Old Ones.

Yes, the journey begins here. And it will go on as a reflection of how I see the Ways of the Hound and how those ways can be channelled to strengthen and enlighten me. How new agey... sigh...

Signing out, at 08:44