Ought to expect it, I suppose, with my Croning ceremony coming up. There have been an awful lot of the above going on around here.
First of all there was my dear old pent. I have worn this around my neck for over twenty years, since my elevation. Thick stainless steel, on a strong chain, it never left me apart from during operations.
Suddenly it started falling off its chain. Just like that, throwing itself to the floor and refusing to be mended no matter how often Badger attacked it with pliers etc.
I had been fighting the heirarchy side of Wicca as I’m no longer in a coven and consider myself “out of the system”. When I became I High Priestess I was entitled to wear the Third Degree Pent. I didn’t. Couldn’t see the point. I had one but I left it above my altar. Then it struck…
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