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The Witchcraft
by Tinuviel (_hedgewytch_)
at June 9th, 2006 (08:28 pm)

current mood: enthralled

WE ARE THE WITCHCRAFT. We are the oldest organization in the world.
When man was born, we were. We sang the first cradle song. We healed
the first wound, we comforted the first terror. We were the Guardians
against the Darkness, the Helpers on the Left Hand Side. Rock
drawings in the Pyrenees remember us, and little clay images, made
for an old purpose when the world was new. Our hand was on the old
stone circles, the monolith, the dolmen, and the druid oak. We sang
the first hunting songs, we made the first crops to grow; when man
stood naked before the Powers that made him, we sang the first chant
of terror and wonder.

We wooed among the Pyramids, watched Egypt rise and fall, ruled for a
space in Chaldea and Babylon, the Magian Kings. We sat among the
secret assemblies of Israel, and danced the wild and stately dances
in the sacred groves of Greece.
In China and Yucatan, in Kansas and Kurdistan we are one. All
organizations have known us, no organization is of us; when there is
too much organization we depart. We are on the side of man, of life,
and of the individual. Therefore we are against religion, morality
and government. Therefore our name is Lucifer. We are on the side of
freedom, of love, of joy and laughter and divine drunkenness.
Therefore our name is Babalon.
Sometimes we move openly, sometimes in silence and in secret. Night
and day are one to us, calm and storm, seasons and the cycles of man,
all these things are one, for we are at the roots. Supplicant we
stand before the Powers of Life and Death, and are heard of these
Powers, and avail. Our way is the secret way, the unknown direction.
Our way is the way of the serpent in the underbrush, our knowledge
is in the eyes of goats and of women.
It is our own force that sometimes shifts jewelled coils and [...]
mighty pinions in the breast of man; our Power is one with the Power
that causes the God to stir in the heart of the seed, and the bud to
burst into blossom and fruit; and whenever a man and a woman are
united in one substance, our power is that substance.
Merlin was of us, and Gawain and Arthur, Rabelais and Catullus,
Gilles de Retz and Jehanne d'Arc, De Molensis, Johannes Dee,
Cagliostro, Francis Hepburn and Gellis Duncan, Swinburne and Eliphas
Levi, and many another bard, Magus, poet, martyr known and unknown
that carried our banners against the enemy multiform and ubiquitous,
the Church and the State. And when that vermin of Hell that is
called the Christian Church held all the West in a slavery of sin and
death and terror, we, and we alone, brought hope to the heart of man,
despite the dungeon and the stake.
We are the Witchcraft, and although one may not know another, yet we
are united by an indissoluble bond. And when the high wild cry of the
eagle sounds in your mind, know that you are not alone in your desire
for freedom. And when the howl of the wolf echoes in the forests of
your night, know that there are those who also prowl. And when the
ways of your fellows about you seem the ways of idiocy and madness,
know that there are also others who have seen and judged - and acted.
Now know that the power that we serve lies in the heart of every man
and woman as the tree lives in the seed. And to be with us, you have
but to call upon that Power, and you are as one of us. And when our
Power and Joy have come upon you, you may go forth and do your will
among men, and none shall say you nay. And if it be your will, you
shall do your will secretly, and if it be your will, you will do your
will openly, as your will.
Therefore lift up your hearts saying, "I am a man" or "I am a woman,
and the Power of Life is mine!" And in the Power of Life you shall
live and love, accepting no restriction and placing no restriction,
freely and granting freedom. And it may be in the bounty of life you
shall see the love of life shine in the eyes of another, and the
lust of life burn upon his brow, and thus you shall take great joy
together. And it may be in good fortune you may find a number such;
and share your joy in secret feasting and rejoicing and all manner
of lovemaking and festival. Or it may be that at hazard and danger
you will teach the joyous power to men; as your wills move you.
And this is well so long as you remember one thing. There can be no
restriction. The Power of Life is not restricted; it knows its own
way, but no mind knows that way. Therefore in yourself practice all
the giving and taking of freedom that is consistent with life, for
thereby alone can you remain in our joy.
Pain is. Terror is, loss and loneliness and agony of heart and
spirit, even unto Death. For this is the gateway to the kingdom of
Our way is not for all men. There are those who are so constricted
and sick in themselves that the thought of their own freedom is a
horror, and that of others a fierce pain; so that they would enslave
all men. And these you
should shun, or, if you must, destroy them as you will know how, for
this also is bounty.
Nor think the life power should manifest in those who have no trouble
or turmoil, for these may be mere dumb cattle, innocents out of
season. Rather does the power often show the most where conflict
rages, since at any time, and especially in a false civilization, the
way must be won through. Surrender is disaster. The other side of the
coin is a song in the sunlight and a dance in the moonlight, where
all mists are dispersed. But the way must be won.

The Witchcraft by John Whiteside Parsons 1943