by Michelle Belanger
Eternal, we wander the aeons, moving to the rhythm of our own
Freed from the most fundamental of cycles, we are nevertheless
beings bound by cycles. Our heightened awareness of ourselves and
the world around us forces us to acknowledge natural rhythms that
others simply ignore.
As the day waxes and wanes, we can feel it, and we know that
the true realm of magick is the night, for that is when we wax in
power. As the moon grows gravid and slim, we feel it, and we know,
too, that there are more complex rhythms of power tied to her
phases. As the wheel of the year turns round, we feel the wild
times, the apogees and nadirs of power.
The dark time of the year is our time, as are the threshold
times when we celebrate Samhain and Beltane. These days are our Im
Kheperu, the Day of Transformation, and our Im Sekhemu, the Day of
Double Power. As beings poised on the threshold of many things,
the energies of these holidays affect us profoundly. At these
times we enjoy our greatest power, but in balance, we also pay a
stronger price. Waves of energy rise and fall within us, and when
in their grip, our hunger burns.
Forever, we are active elements moving through passive worlds.
Our rules are our own. We accept no others. We define who we
are and what we shall become. There is nothing in our lives which
we cannot control if we but choose to.
Our memories are carried like gems within our souls. Over the
lifetimes they build and crystallize until we can take them out
and gaze upon them as we choose.
Life sustains us, but death defines us. We are the many-born.
Our conception was in death, and each death now brings us a new
beginning, forever without end.
Catalysts of Change