The Corvus Circle is a hollow along the path of Spirit, deep in the Forest of Mysteries, where wildlings dance & magick things grow.
I FOUND FREEDOM IN THE WILD & CLEAR
A symphony of crows hidden in the windy forest.
The divine incense of sacred smoke & rich, wet earth.
The drumbeat in my chest.
I drowned in the darkness for years before finally finding I could breathe.
A lifetime of searching for light when I held the flame in my hand all along.
Heavy chains fell away, and the gilded cage I had worked so hard to build shattered as my heart cried out.
SHE SPOKE TO ME
“Let my worship be within the heart that rejoiceth, for behold:
all acts of love & pleasure are my rituals.
And therefore let there be beauty & strength,
power & compassion,
honour & humility,
mirth & reverence within you.
And thou who thinkest to seek for me,
know thy seeking & yearning shall avail thee not,
unless thou know this mystery:
that if that which thou seekest thou findest not within thee,
thou wilt never find it without thee.”
CHARGE OF THE GODDESS
TAKE BACK THE KINGDOM
Fear has left your castle in ruins.
Stop putting the keys to your birthright in its deceptive hands.
Take back your crown - and the full weight that it bears.
Your time to rule is long overdue.
Leave the crumbling towers and weak foundations of the old hierarchy to the sea.
It’s time to build something new.
(RE)AWAKENING MAGICK
Wild One, this is what your heart's been longing for, all this time:
Your unbridled transformation, pulsating in delicious ripples from the core of you, as Spirit caresses every echo in your blood that sings of starlight’s sacred dance.
Welcome, my love,
to the Circle
LET YOUR MAGICK BACK IN
We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us.
We are born able to sing to birds and read the clouds
and see our destiny in grains of sand.
But then we get the magic educated right out of our souls.
We get it churched out, spanked out, washed out, and combed out.
We get put on the straight and narrow and told to be responsible.
Told to act our age. Told to grow up, for God’s sake.
And you know why we were told that?
Because the people doing the telling were afraid of our wildness and youth, and because the magic we knew made them ashamed and sad of what they’d allowed to wither in themselves.“
ROBERT R. McCAMMON
