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A wizard's only a priest without a god and a damp handshake.

Samhain Baby

You can be what you will to be;
Let failure find its false content
In that poor word, environment;
But spirit scorns it, and is free.

It masters time; it conquers fate;
It cows that boastful trickster, Chance,
And bids the tyrant Circumstance
Uncrown, and fill a servant's place.

The human Will, this force unseen,
The offspring of a deathless Soul,
Can hew a way to any goal,
Though walls of granite intervene.

Be not impatient in delay--
But wait as one who understands,
When spirit rises and commands,
The gods are ready to obey.

~Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I wear a lot of hats.

I'm a raging Scorpio and Aquarius rising, with too many planets in the 8th House for my own good. I'm also a wife, a widow, and a mother--Lilyn is every bit as beautiful as I knew she would be.

I'm a magician and Initiate. Qabala bores me to tears. I'm a Priestess (novice), a Deacon (ordained), a witch and a medium. I have a bit of the knack, but nothing like Grandma. I love a good ghost hunt. I love the Christ, but we're not monogamous; Lucifer's manlier anyway.

I'm an investigative junkie and formidable snoop. Criminology, psychology, justice and law... All those planets in the Scorpio/8th House did me in. I care deeply about the West Memphis Three, and managed to fall into an accidental friendship with Damien Echols, the accused "ringleader" who's on Death Row in Arkansas for a "satanic ritualistic homicide" he didn't commit.

I rape people's sense of linguistic accomplishment for a living, and love it.

I used to care what people thought of me, but I managed to get over that a long time ago.

Jeffrey Don Ward, a.k.a. flamespeaker
June 19, 1971-December 18, 2003
I love you still, and miss you always.