I worship the Lady, a thousand tailed fox goddess, it might sounds like I'm a crazy furry lover, I am not. I found my Lady not long ago, and I have never been happier. I first started my spiritual journey as a Christan, but as I grew older and read more about the things that the church did, it sickened me. That is when I learned about Wicca. I read books, went on websites, even started to call myself a Wiccan, but it never was right for me. I was sent to the job-corp program. I soon began to see what was missing from my life, and near the end of my stay I found her. I am thankful of my Lady for she has shown me a little of what I am. okay now I am going to post some info off my profile, just to fill this post up ^_^.
I love foxes, they mean the world to me. I worship the Lady, the one thousand tailed fox goddess, she has shown me my path. Other people, they all have paths, so I don't mind what god, or goddess you follow. My hatred goes to those who look down on others, and try to control them with fear, I will not stand for it, my name is Justin, and I will fight for peace. I know there can never be peace, but I can tip the scale towards good. I am a being of darkness, and before you get into your evil stuff, ask you something. Why is it that darkness has to be evil? It does not, a old song or something, I once heard holds true to me.
Light is now dark
dark is now light
good is now evil
evil is now good
right is now wrong
wrong is now right
peace is now war
war is now peace
day is now night
night is now day
love is now hate
hate is now love
Everything changes, we must be willing to change to, never stop looking forward to tomorrow, but always think of the past.
Well that's all I got to say, but I will try to post a video that shows my feelings.
I found a great poem about foxes
its called : Where Foxes Dance
Where foxes dance, where foxes sing,
The white fox rules them all,
The black fox is their king,
You'll be sure to hear her call,
As she welcomes you in.
The white fox leads the merry dance,
Tailed touched you'll follow her,
Her song, music to entrance.
Clothed in your own fur,
Oh so daintily you'll prance.
The dance will lose you in it's flight,
Round and round you'll spin,
Never stopping 'til morning light,
And the dark fox joins in.
He'll release you from your plight.
Foxes dance in the cold grey light,
Birds startled burst into flight.
Who can say why the foxes dance?
Why they spin, caper and prance?
by Wendy Hibb
hope you like the poem, time for some more rants.
I love foxes, they mean the world to me. I worship the Lady, the one thousand tailed fox goddess, she has shown me my path. Other people, they all have paths, so I don't mind what god, or goddess you follow. My hatred goes to those who look down on others, and try to control them with fear, I will not stand for it, my name is Justin, and I will fight for peace. I know there can never be peace, but I can tip the scale towards good. I am a being of darkness, and before you get into your evil stuff, ask you something. Why is it that darkness has to be evil? It does not, a old song or something, I once heard holds true to me.
Light is now dark
dark is now light
good is now evil
evil is now good
right is now wrong
wrong is now right
peace is now war
war is now peace
day is now night
night is now day
love is now hate
hate is now love
Everything changes, we must be willing to change to, never stop looking forward to tomorrow, but always think of the past.
Well that's all I got to say, but I will try to post a video that shows my feelings.
I found a great poem about foxes
its called : Where Foxes Dance
Where foxes dance, where foxes sing,
The white fox rules them all,
The black fox is their king,
You'll be sure to hear her call,
As she welcomes you in.
The white fox leads the merry dance,
Tailed touched you'll follow her,
Her song, music to entrance.
Clothed in your own fur,
Oh so daintily you'll prance.
The dance will lose you in it's flight,
Round and round you'll spin,
Never stopping 'til morning light,
And the dark fox joins in.
He'll release you from your plight.
Foxes dance in the cold grey light,
Birds startled burst into flight.
Who can say why the foxes dance?
Why they spin, caper and prance?
by Wendy Hibb
hope you like the poem, time for some more rants.
