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Pagan Protest, by Dayala Stardancer, RSA

Do you understand
That i will not be confined
I will not be restricted
By your expectations and your conventions.
I will not chain my soul and conform
To fit your rigid ideals

I will not say what you want me to say
I will be free and embrace my destiny
I will not be what you want me to be
I’m out there where angels fear to tread
It’s the only way i know
I will taste everything

Savour kinky sweetness
Delight in the bizarre
Sing, dance, and kiss the sky
Your restrictions stunt my growth
Your rules and lack of imagination
curtail my creativity and inspiration

I will not bow my head in submission
Meek and cowed for all to see
And seek relief in
I will not fit your neat grey pattern
To fulfill your complacency
Gaily clad, I will whirl like a dervish in the sunshine

I will stand on my mountain under the shining moon
And howl like a wolf
I will hold my head up high
Hair streaming, laughing like a Banshee
With my last breath – I will call out my Pagan Protest.


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Ember or Flame, by David Norris, 1997

Are you an ember
Are you a flame?
Do you stand strong
Or melt in the rain?
Are you a weak link
or part of the chain?
Are you then solution
or part of the blame?
For we are the People
and we are the change.

Who should be watching
Protecting the earth?
Is the land sacred
or just so much dirt?
Your sisters and brothers,
Who helps with their pain?
Are you part of the filling
or part of the drain?
For we are the Power
and we are the change.

When modern-day Witches
Are put to the flame
Do you go for more kindling
Or shout down in shame?
Do you just hang out
When others are hanged?
Do you make a difference
Or just stay the same?
Are you part of the problem
Or part of the change?

For we are the People
We are the Power
We are the Change.


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Roots and Wings, by Ellen Cannon Reed, The Heart of Wicca, Weiser, 2000, p.40

You come to me to be your guide,
To try to find the God and Goddess inside.
And I will try to do two things,
To give you roots, to give you wings.

I may get tired, not always strong,
And there are times that I will even be wrong,
But I will try to do two things,
To give you roots, to give you wings.

To put your feet firm on the ground,
So I can show you all the wonders I’ve found.
To lift you up into the sky
Until the day that you have learn how to fly.

And when your time with me is spent,
If I’ve done nothing else at all, I’ll be content
if I have only done two things,
Given you roots, given you wings.


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The Invitation, by Oriah Mountain Dreamer, 1999

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!"

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

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Comment by Janny Lemay-Normand on February 26, 2011 at 10:08am
"I will stand on my mountain under the shining moon
And howl like a wolf
I will hold my head up high
Hair streaming, laughing like a Banshee
With my last breath – I will call out my Pagan Protest."

Ça vient chercher une partie de moi !

T'es une source inépuisable de citations fantastiques Cyrryel !!!

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