May your life be filled with magic and mystery
Your days be blessed with wonder and joy
May you never judge a book by it's cover
But learn to read it well instead
Now is a time, when the veil between worlds is at its thinnest.
We light candles, carve pumpkins and trick and treat,
we decorate our homes, watch scary films
dress up in terrifying costumes haunting the streets.
Spooky stories of ghosts and witches are being told.
Images of Cauldrons, potions and spells being chanted
witches described as hideous, ugly and old being burnt at stakes and drowned in wells.
If you are a sensitive soul, you may feel the presence of old souls
moving closer to you, so be careful with what you invite
in to your world tonight.
Magic is not a game.
You may end up having a fright!
A time of darkness, so it seems, is eerily felt
yet we can shine a light upon the good of
those cast away, those shunned as evil, tortured
shamed and brutally put to death.
What if we honour those who were peaceful beings who knew what alchemy could do for me and you
who were spiritual and clear in their seeing
in tune with nature, healing and gifted too
They were the innocent ones
Labelled bad and shunned.
Led to their deaths, in the most painful ways
because others were scared and afraid
of their light, their goodness and gifts
so they took them away,
to control through fear.
What a terrible tale they spun!
To make us fear
our own power
the magic that lies within
I ask you to light a candle for those of our ancestors
who lost their lives at this hour
do not let their light go dim.
Take that candle and hold it up, let it shine!
Allow it to remind you of the magic of goodness,
of peace and healing.
Let us together create this now in our time
This is a choice of yours and mine.
~ Poem Written by Shelley Osman
~Art work by / Copyright of Wendy Andrew Painting Dreams