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My Book of Shadows

My Book of Shadows

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Everything that is currently in my Book Of Shadows. I might edit some parts in the future. I have borrowed from other Books of Shadows to get an idea what to put in mine. I will not take credit for all work as I have reworded some, and copied the text completely. Don't take credit for the work in here if you plan to take it. I also am not trying to convert others, only to show this to those who are curious or coming into the Craft and Wiccan practice and belief. Not all Wiccans believe the same deities as I, but this is my belief.
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Born between two worlds, despised by those who should love her. Being labeled as "defective", "incomplete", "impure". Suffering repeated and constant persecution. How could she believe in happiness? Her heart had been bombarded by countless insults over the years in her home pack..., but against the setbacks of life, she remained determined to overcome all obstacles and prove that she was not weak but "unique", as her father always claimed. Her Witch blood did not diminish her courage at all... But lately she had been feeling strange... dreaming every night of a man, or rather, of his silhouette. The strength he emanated was terrifying, like a being from the coldest, most soulless underworld... making her doubt her real existence and her own sanity..., but why, even though she felt a terror that paralyzed her body, she couldn't forget the sadness she saw in his eyes? They were begging... for what? Someone? A love? To be rescued? Who was that "God" that lived in the darkness? His face gave her the feeling of recognition, he was not totally strange to her soul..., but at the same time, she was absolutely sure she had never seen him before... her blood warmed and her heart beat faster... What did it all mean? Was it all a result of her longing for her companion who she was told would never come? Or did it really have some other meaning? I had to find out...

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