The tale I shall share with all of you tonight… is how I became the Crone of this Lair.
Truth be told the last few years have been some of the hardest for me mentally speaking, coming at me in waves of horrible realities. An ultimate betrayal alongside two cancer diagnoses, additional health scares, bleeding out and a trip from Flight for Life, and additional setbacks. Watching helplessly like a child as a parent spirals into the depths of dementia, and the utter darkness and despair of a long cruel winter in these woods. Promises held tight but broken, and the loss of the last speck of my innocence. Things were not as they seemed, for the devil is the prince of illusion. Falling into love’s first bliss… only to realize the horror of being trapped there. Suspended in time, suspended in darkness.
I conjured up a spell to Hekate, as she is no stranger to despair. My spell was to strengthen my magick and to know how I’d truly fare. I traveled the wood to the crossroads that night, as the deal I intended to seal. Returning from those woods transformed, as I returned the Crone of the Lair.
Although my hardships have not been easy, I deal with them one day at a time. I have shed a thousand skins since then, and will shed a thousand more before I am done. I don’t look back… I can’t. I am strong, I am moving forward instead of drifting in the abyss, and I know my fate. The lessons I have learned, (and that’s what is of import), is to understand and accept how I truly got there. Suffering to become the Crone is inevitable, but this I already knew. I have worked through these hard times refusing to ever question or second guess my magick, I just kept on believing in me. As a reward I emerged from those woods with no fear, and with the gift of new forms of divination. I no longer have to worry or wonder….I already know, as I am the Crone of the Lair…
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