I am the giddy dream of a giant gone mad
In the starry splendour of nothing I reach forth my hand
Grasping, petting, deluging my soul and the world around
With my needs swept tight and snug around me
‘Til my breath is nothingness in my chest
And the other world rings out:
Forthcome unto the Dreamer! Forth come and be known.
Be touched and embraced and recognized
From within and without
As Spirits and Souls of the One
For the One and the One are One
And therein shall we find wholeness.
Be free of what Was.
Let the land of Because, the shadow of Maybe, the dream of Could Be
Go into the fading happenstance of yesteryear
For all is but occasion tossed upon our seas
The food for droughts, the water of the Divine
Into our own essence shall we forge
And forage the full becoming of our Selves
And therein know of madness and of Mystery
And all the Holy Places that lie Between.
Let us be so Blessed.
Let the Magick commence.
~The Abysmal Witch