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Written by Bunangel
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Thursday, 03 April 2008 |
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Yes I have heard it many times before, I am human first and foremost. Embrace the now. While this all may be accurate who is to say this is? Who is this divine person that says such? In other words I am homesick. I am an Angel-kin. I miss my former self, I miss my wings, I miss the gardens, I miss Father's warm embrace, and I miss my wardrobe! I’m just in tune to my spiritual side very deeply. I have always been spiritual. I am still human right? Doesn’t mean I have to like it. Here coming from the one who once loved humanity and begged to sent down here. Where did my love of humanity go? What happened to make me so want to dismiss my human side? You know no one really ever asked me that question. I usually get told I have a complex or something or that I am human and I have to face it. My shell is human but my heart and soul is something totally different. I never felt I belonged and I don’t belong no matter how hard I wanted and have tried to fit in down here. I was showed the dark side of humanity when I started to come into my own and awaken to what I was. To my family I was precious, their precious Angel I guess because I was not going to be shared with anyone it seemed and the abuse started. I did not understand why I could not be free. I did not understand why I did not think like them. They beat me with words in order to not leave a mark. Things were fine as long I did not think. The moment I had a thought of my own there was hell to pay. But they thought this was the way to keep me and protect me…love me. They knew the world and it would not embrace me kindly. This was all for my own good. So no wonder I am messed up and why I can not cope with life or seem to blend into society? I try so hard too. Even if I don’t understand and am miserable in this world I live. But Father can only see his children suffer for so long maybe. I always seem to get saved. Yet it’s always viewed as I am a loser to the outside world. Was this all to show I was wrong in my love for humanity and now to show me there is yet still hope? |
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Last Updated ( Thursday, 03 April 2008 )
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Written by Aetherkin
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Thursday, 27 March 2008 |
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 There are many people who want you to think of them as 'Dark Masters' and powerful shamans; often, they're online and give themselves long-winded titles, and archaic history-drenched names.
You may meet people who wear velvet shirts and cloaks, who are pleased to show you their hand-carved staff...*
Every word they utter is serious and full of dark undertones - the world is a dangerous place, psychic attacks are common, and the astral plane eats up the unwary dream-walker...
So how do you know who is 'powerful' and who is just a wannabe roleplayer, dabbling in a few occult terms from their armchair?
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Last Updated ( Thursday, 03 April 2008 )
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Written by Meshell
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Thursday, 06 December 2007 |
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I am ElvishLore. I am a hereditary witch, which means I am the child of witches, and from a long line of witches. My mother's side of the family is is either native American shamans/witches or Scottish healers/witches. What i can figure out from this is. My grandmother and her mothers before her were witches, for 6 generations that I can trace. All of native American blood, Blackfoot to be precise. Some were lightworkers, and well at least one I know of was just plain evil (as much as I hate that word). This portion of the family would be my mothers, mother and so on. My mother's father, well from what we can trace was part of the Norman invasion into Scotland where they settled from the highlands to the lowlands. Some were part of the country's court, but most stayed in the highland clans, where they were respected as talented healers/midwives and etc. From what I can remember or tell of my father's side of the family. They came here from Germany during ww2, sneaking out by crawling on their hands and knees through the snow and under the fence. that side of the family never quite came out an said we are witches. However they were quite open with talk of the "wee one's" and other lore. my grandfather would tell me stories of fairies and quite often referred to them as family. And at time's tell me I reminded him of a fae aunt, who as he said glowed with magic as green as any summer meadow. hence he said his nickname for me "daisy" supposedly the Fae aunts favorite flower. Which is also my favorite flower. However this connection I have never considered. unfortunately I didn't get to spend nearly enough time with my grandfather or this side of my family.
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