Book of Shadows

What is it with some in the community with thinking that the Book of Shadows is an old thing? It isn’t. In fact it belongs to us, in the now; not in the past with all the romantic notion of hidden books and the danger for keeping such a tome. It belongs to us today not of the past. It’s our book, our little secret that must be, can be, teasingly hidden. It’s our writing that’s creating it, not some mystical treasure from the past, it’s a treasure of the future. Let go of the romantic notions of the past and push forward to the future. Let go and fly free, unfettered by past restrains.

What is it with romanticising the past to the point that we can’t even see the truth in front of us. Look there were no ancient Wiccans 150 years ago neither were there a book of shadows. We need to thank Gerald Gardner for all of those wonderful ideas that just were a work of fiction. He created the idea and we have hung on to that and have made them real. But they are not of the past but of the future. Literacy is a gift of modern life. Our Great European Elders didn’t, couldn’t read and write several hundred years ago. Only the educated could, which is why education is so important to us. So we don’t lose all that has been gained.

Literacy is such an important gift, such an ancient gift, reserved for the priesthood and for rulers and for the rich. Too often we are neither and yet we can read and write and create thoughts and ideas. With this gift we can change our world. We have power in our hands but we have to use it properly, with restraint, with truth and with honor.

Writing is the first act of magic. It is as it was in ancient times, it is as it is now. Words, thoughts preserved in material. We have all become mind readers…..reading, reading and reading. We must write, it is the first act of magic. Drop the keyboard and grab the pen. You must write like the ancient, with the hands touching paper, seeing the ink and the words forming. Feeling the satisfaction of changing the blank into substance, of sending your thoughts out into the world where they land you’ll never know. They will have a history that you will never live to see. They are our children born of our minds.

Give birth. Make magic. Write.


About Isabella LeCour

She is nothing more than the collections of thoughts placed into the virtual worlds. She is a poet, a mother, a lover, many things to different people. But mostly, she is nothing but smoke and mirrors - some ethereal thing that blinks in an out of existence.
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