How do you know when you are on the right path?

You meet the mist for which the mountain waits. You understand her beauty and her softness. You know the rainbow of their passion. You see the solar orgasm of their completion.

Why don’t you use magic to light the candle?

Magic does light the candle.

Are you a witch?

Uh, huh. But the same magic courses in the blood of poet, artist, dreamer, seeker, lover, visionary, seer, seamstress, songster, and anyone who expresses the fire of imagination in their lives (which, at one point or another, is everyone). There is no Cowan who has not cast a spell of aspiration at least once every day for their entire lives. We are them, they are us.

So what can you do?

I can put gritty water on the foreheads of people I love.

So what.

So, the sun rises
     (in each other’s eyes)
And the moon waxes
     (except when it doesn’t)
And the rain seeks earth
     (like tears, like tears)
And plants grow in their reaching towards the sun which rises like the moon waxes which makes the sky sad and so it cries because it can not can not embrace the thorns which make a rose a sacred, harlot rose
     (so there)

I don’t get it.

Then maybe you should ask for it.

Look, are you being intentionally obtuse or are you just stupid? I don’t understand what all this mumbo-jumbo is about, and I want some straight answers. If all this shit is supposed to be so powerful, then why don’t you all just wish yourselves rich, or wave your wands and make a permanent world peace, or even do something as a simple as saving yourself when people try to kill you?

I understand your frustration, my love. Why should we study and be a part of something that seems to be both ineffectual and irrelevant to what everyone else considers real and important? Effecting changes in the world requires the same worldly tools whether you are a witch or not. We are in this world to have fun and to help others. Witchcraft is a powerful way to have fun, and it is a powerful way to help others.

So maybe we can not wish ourselves rich, but we can love the work we do, and we can work to enrich everyone in this society. Maybe we can not cast a spell and end all the fighting in the world, but we can delight in this world, and we can work the wounds that lead to violence. Maybe a chalk circle inscribed on the ground around us can not stop a bullet from ending our life, but at least we will have lived the lives we love, and in doing so, perhaps, we will even touch the hearts of killers with the joy of our magic.

So mote it be.

Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha ... So mote it be.