Charge of the Crone
written by Gypsy and Hawk Shadow
Hear the words of the
Grandmother of Time:
She who has been known as Hecate, Erishkagel, Cerridwen,
Kali-Ma, Anna, Perenna, Spider Woman
and many other names - some feared, some
loved, but none ever ignored.
She it is who brings wisdom and the awareness of
eternity.
She has been the Maiden,
and remembers that joy. She has been the Mother, and recalls that pleasure but
age has changed her and taught her the mysteries of the Wheel that is ever
turning, the Wheel that is life, death and rebirth.
She is the whirling
tornado, the erupting volcano, the rising tidal wave, the trembling of the
earth’s crust. With age comes an understanding of the past and a glimpse of the
future. For, in the turning of the Wheel the past is the future and the future
is the past. She is the Learned One, the Teacher, and the Bringer of Inevitable
Change.
She is the dark
of the Moon, the Hidden One, and the invisible unknown that lies ahead.
But do not fear her for
she is not malicious and her touch, however harsh, is love.
Only in ignorance is she
scorned and reviled. Those who do not know her parody her as the ugly old woman
whose powers were said to blight crops and sour the milk in the cow. It is fear
that turns her age into abomination, her wrinkles into hideous deformity and
her voice into an evil and manipulative cackle.
For those who sought
power over the earth were afraid to face her wisdom and her unalterable truth.
In the old days, we sat
at her feet to learn the most ancient lore. From her came the knowledge of the
healing herbs, and the chants and songs that shaped our lives.
She sat in honour at our
councils, our marketplaces, in our homes.
She governed our
governing, and interpreted our laws.
She gave focus to our changing
seasons.
She was our teacher, our
oracle, our promise of rebirth.
Come; honour her as of
old listen now to the words of the Wise One, the ancient Seer, and the Crone.
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