my_first_pagan_ritual guitar_freak I figured I'd go and see what they pagans are all about because I've heard many things good and bad. I went and had a great time. I don't believe in the gods they choose, but I really liked how everything is so intertwined with nature and the earth. We danced, sang, beat drums, meditated, and had respectful silence. We lit a corn man on fire. I respect these people and can't wait to go to their next event. The most beautiful thing happened. We were sitting in a circle around a fire and a girl was leading us through a meditative process where we connect with the earth and heavens. This little girl probably two years old walks away from her mother across the circle and stands directly in front of the girl speaking. It was amazing feeling so connected to everything around you and this little girl just seemed to represent life and how beautiful it can be. 030920 ... ovenbird Once I was a witch and once there was a boy. His hair was black and dripped towards his shoulders and he wrapped his thin limbs in a trench coat and locked his feet in heavy boots and I don’t remember his name but he believed in magic or something like it and he would cast a circle with a blade and chant words that altered fate. He followed me. I would find him waiting outside the double doors of the school auditorium, nails painted with night, eyes looking for something I didn’t possess. I went home and learned a warding spell. Incantations scrawled on tea stained paper burned under the watch of a full moon, runes spread out around me, salt in the creases of my palms. When I went back to school the boy wouldn’t meet my gaze. So I knew that magic was real and I could wield it, shift something inside myself to achieve invisibility. He never spoke to me again. I wish I had thought to weave the opposing spell. The one that would have let you find me. 260306 what's it to you? who go blather from