If we dissect the word Witchcraft we will find that within all its interpretations the
idea of ‘skill’ is found. The skill in
question is commonly related to cunning or knowledge and this knowledge is
commonly appropriated in the skill of summoning spirits. Summoning a spirit
means to know the rhythm and relationship between a soul and what animates it.
As such Nicola Tesla, Isaac Newton and Benjamin Franklin with their discoveries
could be seen as possessing the necessary skill that would deem them witches,
and perhaps their Occult, Alchemical and Masonic connections gave to them the
necessary skill to discover the animating spirit beneath the phenomena’s of
energy, communication and gravity they gained fame for.
But witchcraft goes deeper than the world and
so the skill of scientific discovery is merely a skill rooted in an
understanding of the world that is in agreement with a given world view, I mean
profound discoveries of how spirit animates a soul can be what it is and it can
open the world of mysteries.
I believe it is here the witch (no matter how
much I have grown to dislike this term) thrives, because I still see the witch
as a dweller on the outside that possess a particular ‘blood-line’. Now, I do
have several convictions about what the witches blood lines mean and contain,
but if we look at the current trends we find that the term ‘witch’ can refer to
someone initiated into some stream claiming or stating that they are ‘witches’
as much as someone making a ritual to the Horned god in their backyard and feel results
deem themselves a witch.
The feeling
brought on by result can be tricky, because at times we do impose our own
desire upon the goal we seek to achieve, a goal that by all measures should
remain unnamed and secret. But it is also here in the very feeling that we see a crossroad take shape. The witch feels through blood. To feel through blood means to meet kindred
souls that share the spirit of the blood that animates your being in the
condition you find yourself to be in this Now. The Witch is always marginal,
but rarely an outcast in spite of sitting at the most thorny branches of the
hedge. And it is there at the thorns at the summit of the hedge the blood runs
down to its roots and speaks celestial languages with the forces below. This is no mere necromancy or spirit
summoning; it is about hostile parents breathing dew and fire in your eyes so
you can take what is yours – and only what is yours – and by knowing what is
yours you can bring it on in a flow of blood, inspiration and dread.
Because what remains between the thorns of the
hedge is always a potential threat and threat is one of the animating spirits
that quickens the witches’ blood –and what is this blood of witches...?
Well, if you need to ask, it gives its own
answer...
The stream of blood that makes a witch can be
quickened by spirit itself and it can be quickened by the cunning meeting; yet,
no one can give you what you don’t already have...
The witch is tricky, because it is a poetic
reality, but what does that paradox mean? I leave it to you to give answers to
this paradox in your heart, so you can truly see how you feel about it. , but what I do know is that the knowledge rising
from the skill taught by the spirit wardens of the witches’ craft is as tricky
as the craft itself.
And I think that when you see too much, when
your perspective folds out as you take too much in and feel alienated from the
world -because alienation makes us estranged from the field of the witch, this
world he she or he marks with drops of blood and charcoal - you will either
interact and entertain or withdraw, but always in truth. And in this ladder I
would say that the greater the distance is from the world the greater is the
alienations, for good and for bad.
I believe the witch never grows arrogant, nor
lies, but the greater grey field is a constant companion, because it is the
blood of the black horse that colours the fields of hope grey, s Robert
Cochrane wrote:
“Never be like I was
for a short while, arrogant in the knowledge of power, for She soon ripped me
up, and brought me home across my black horse, and I like the knights of old
lie wounded, and at this moment without hope” (The Robert Cochrane Letters. Capall
Bann: 2002: 44)
A true witch is always tempted by power, but
with the temptation comes the arrogance and pride that leads to fall and
disgrace. If you fall into temptation, use it wisely so you can tame trolls and
make the forgotten wisdom yours, no matter if you share it or hold it thigh in
the thorns of the hedge, it still ensure that the blood that made your track
was not given in vain... in this I believe a small part of the witch’s creed
rests... because the witch is not comfort, it is solace, solace of select appreciation...
Illustration: T. Kittelsen