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Gather ’round, children. This is not going to be your usual recycled jargon you get about the Morrigan from middle aged Patheos bloggers. (No disrespect to the old timers, but no flattery either.) These are some raw, real, meditations and considerations from the actual field, so I’m not going to give you the same metaphorical war message you get from other folks. I’m not going to coddle you with the same rehashed prose you’ve heard a thousand times before. I’m not writing to make you feel good or comfortable, I’m writing to make you think. So listen carefully and chew on these words I’ve jotted down over the years:

To have enemies means that you have acted with conviction, and drawn the attention of those with opposing conviction.
It is good to have enemies. The only people without enemies are those who lack passion.
Hate and love are both manifestations of passion; strong feelings from which warriors draw strength.
The opposite of love is not hate, but indifference.
Cursed are the indifferent, for they lack passion, and therefore lack love as well.
A passionate enemy is a good enemy to have, for your enemy is but a reflection of yourself.
If your enemy fights from their convictions, then you are a warrior of strong convictions yourself.
The mightier the warrior, the more passionate the enemy.
When the sages say to “love your enemy” it does not mean one must agree with their enemy, but rather accept that their enemy is an inversion of one’s self.
Your enemy embodies that which is latent within you, the parts of yourself that you loathe.
Love, with enough time and annoyance, easily turns to hate.
Just as sex—though a violent action—is an expression of love and an act of union; so is combat the holy union of opposing convictions.
To love your enemy is to fight them, but there is no love for the pacifist.
The one who cannot hate cannot love—there is no heat in their blood.


A soldier follows orders; a warrior follows their heart.


You may have heard that one should choose their battles wisely; one must choose their enemies wisely as well.
It is a waste of energy to engage a coward, and a waste of strength to defend one.
Tiny men hide behind big words. When making friends and enemies; invest in action, not talk.
Elitist is what people call you when they themselves would rather copy the words of others than put in the work that the path requires. Do not honor them with your anger—all they know is the repetition of words.


To keep up one’s strength requires attention to the individual foremost.
A tribe is made of individuals, each is responsible for themselves before their responsibility to the tribe.
Do not try to aid another whilst your own wound is still bleeding; your weakness becomes the weakness of the tribe.


A wolf guards her assets well. Demand all that is owed you; do not leave debts outstanding.


Patience is the best defense; the shadows are your friend.
They say poison and curses are “a woman’s weapon”—yet women live longer than men, so it is better to use trickery and stealth to live to fight another day, than to be so rash and foolish enough to die before the work is completed.
Magical warfare is guerilla warfare.


Magic is inseparable from the Path: one cannot claim to honor their ancestors and their gods, yet deny the sorcery in which they relied.


Anger can be your most empowering emotion, unless it comes from a place of fear, then it shall drain you like arterial wound.
Do not mistake manufactured outrage for righteous fury; be sure that your emotions are your own.

Useful is both the heifer and the wolf, but cattle may stampede without direction; only the wolves can herd them.

On this path there are no human initiations; we have no secret greetings or handshakes. When you meet your oath-family on the street you will know them by their spirit.
You are never alone. During every solitary ritual, at any celestial alignment, there is someone else looking at the same sky feeling the same purpose.


Scarred flesh is thicker; everyone has demons, so make yours work for you. They are yours, after all.


Do not mistake darkness for evil, for the greatest evil is the false light, the light that asserts that is is the first, the only, and superior. No star is superior, but all stars are subject to Death. Death is not an end, but a glimpse of the Void and a catalyst for evolution. 



As my friend Cass always says: “sharpen your knives,” there is a storm coming and a bad moon on the rise.

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