Hedge Witch - You are a hedge witch. You have friends, but prefer to be alone. You never join covens or participate in organized religion. You have wants and needs, but you are not attracted to what is most popular or tied down by the constrainst of society. You practice a magick all your own and your religion centers more around nature than gods and goddesses. Take this quiz!
The Star is one of the great cards of faith, dreams realised
The Star is a card that looks to the future. It does not predict any immediate or powerful change, but it does predict hope and healing. This card suggests clarity of vision, spiritual insight. And, most importantly, that unexpected help will be coming, with water to quench your thirst, with a guiding light to the future. They might say you're a dreamer, but you're not the only one.
This is the tree spirit's version of the Dark Moon story. I think it's PG.
We awaken gradually, one or two at a time. First the Coll, then the Nuin and Huathe, and finally we Duir - we all rouse slowly, reluctant to wake from our Winter slumber. But the song of the Birds seeps into our dreams and, bit by bit, we come to life.
With the increasing warmth of the Sun, we unfurl green banners, revealing flowers and growing fruits. We dig our toes deeply into the Earth and stretch our limbs to the Sky. We revel in the soft breezes and the sweet Summer rains and look not for happiness past right where we are.
The Wheel turns and now it is Autumn. The days are shorter and the Air is crisp. Leaves flame and fall, like bits of fire, as if they will stave off the cold for a bit longer. I smell the tang of dry leaves and know it is almost time. I feel a sense of anticipation. Something is coming.
It is the New Moon - the Dark Moon - and a time for new beginnings. I stand in the darkness and dream of possibilities. I hear a whispering on the Wind; I have been hearing it a week now. I know it is for me only and the Wind carries it like a messenger between lovers. I know not who it is but a presence is summoning me, calling, and I cannot resist. I take shape, gathering bits of this and pieces of that - leaves for cloak, a bit of moss for beard - until I have formed a semblance of what is expected. I then wait.
She comes in the dark, stumbling and lost. I appear at her side and say I know not what, only that I hope it is words of comfort. She peers at me closely but seems not afraid. She turns to me and I to her and we touch. We merge: I am lost in her and she in me.
After, lying twined together, as sleep overtakes us both, we murmur words - the meaning is lost to me, and I feel myself returning to my self, disintegrating. My mossy beard falls away and my cloak scatters, leaving naught but a pile of leaves behind. When I wake again I am in my rightful place, back among the Duir. I know we will meet again, she and I, at the next Dark Moon of October.
We stand, the Coll, Nuin, Huathe, and Duir just as we have stood for years upon years: silent sentinels to the turning of the Wheel and the changing of the Seasons. I cannot remember how I came to be; just that I am. I have existed since the beginning of time; I am ageless. Eternal. I am Nature.
