Greenwitch

I again feel like a dual creature, and this time in a more advanced, whole, and yet confused way. Life has continued to progress, which although obvious, begins to seem shocking.

I was once a human, amazed, terrified, awed and excited at the intrusion of non-ordinary reality into ordinary; feeling frightened & blessed by the ways in which I had been selected to experience non-ordinary powers. I undertook an effort to take on shamanism as my full occupation, to commit all my energy and life to non-ordinary reality, forever.

Now I am still present, still telling myself that I am human in a material framework. Originally, my sorcery was begun as a rebellion and all difference was construed as freedom.

The more I used my strength against the idea of the World, the stronger I became.
Now, I am not like this anymore; there is an amphibiousness to it. An adult-ness?
Where's the center, the heart of iron?

From the book Greenwitch:

"FIRE ON THE MOUNTAIN shall find the harp of gold
Played to wake the Sleepers, oldest of the old;
Power from the green witch, lost beneath the sea;
All shall find the Light at last, silver on the tree."