Warlock, wizard, witch, Wicca - so many people use these terms but they don’t understand them. The modern Wicca movement is a pale shadow of the true depths of the old Celtic religion - a religion of natural power from the Earth and Heavens. Idiots go out to the old places and stand around waiting for the Sun to rise as if that would somehow give them knowledge or power. How sad they are. They might as well continue worshipping that unlucky Jewish rabbi who ran afoul of the Romans. The Druids had access to primal power - both white power and black power - power to heal and power to kill. The Old Ones made no distinction between white and black. I laugh at these supposed modern witches who claim to only use white magic. There is no possible way to use white magic without mastering black, and vice versa. Much like Yin and Yang, the one cannot exist separate from the other. All white magic has a penumbra of black and all black magic has an aura of white. They either co-exist or can’t exist. It is.
I am a wizard of the ancient rites. I became interested in Wicca when I was still in school. I even attended a coven but quickly grew disillusioned. There was no power present in these meetings. It was a gathering of middle-aged women dissatisfied with their stodgy lives and seeking a way of experiencing the exotic. You see, I have always felt the Power in me. I can’t explain it. The old books claim it is a gift of Cernnunos, the Earth Father. You are born with it. Perhaps that is true. The blood of the Celts flows in my veins. My Grandfather’s father was born in County Meath, the location of ancestral Tara.
I wandered many years in the wilderness that is the modern manifestation of the old rites, seeking knowledge of this power that I felt. Little did I know that as I sought the Old Power, it was seeking me. One day, I wandered into a dusty old book shop managed by a decrepit little gnome of a man. I headed straight to the alternative section. I rummaged through the books, all I had seen before. I was about to turn away in disgust when the gnome appeared at my elbow.
“Did you find what you are seeking?” he asked.
“No,” I said ready to leave.
“That is not surprising. You don’t even know what it is you are looking for,” he said holding my eye with his.
I was about to give him a flip answer when I felt it - Power. It welled up in my breast, my limbs seemed light, and an electric charge ran through my body. Startled I looked at the gnomish shopkeeper.
He smiled, “Yes, you have it. So, that is what brought you to my shop. Do you know what you have?”
“Power,” I answered.
“Yes. And do you know what to do with this power?”
“No,” I answered him the feeling of power fading as I returned to normal - human normal.
“Good. I am glad you didn’t claim something of which you could have no knowledge. It is important for a wizard to be aware of his limits as well as his power,” he said. He turned and walked towards the back of his shop.
“Wizard?” I was compelled to follow, my body seemingly acting on its own. My mind was still mine carried along by the body which no longer was mine.
He pushed open a door to a smaller room. Inside were a few books, all large and bound in leather and looking quite old. He led me to the shelves along one wall. He pointed to one musty volume and had me take it. He motioned for me to sit at a small table in the center of the room. “Open it to the first page,” he commanded. The calligraphy was strange runes, unlike any writing that was familiar. “This is what you seek,” he said.
I felt the pull of the book. I wanted it, no, needed it with all of my soul. “But I cannot read this,” I said desperately aware that I must possess this book.
“Then you must learn,” he said quietly.
I looked at the other books still on the shelves. “Do I need to learn all of them?” I asked.
The gnome walked over to one book and lovingly stroked it with his hand. “No. This one is mine. Every Wizard has his own book. It is the center of his power. They are all different, but they all contain the same knowledge. You will learn from your book and your wizardry will be unique as is your book. The book will teach you.” He paused as if looking at something far away. “I remember… Well, yes.” He looked back at me. “Your power has led you to your book, just as your book was a lodestone to your power. Do you not feel it?”
“Yes. I feel it,” my hand stroking the pages of the book.
“Desire,” he said. “An almost physical desire. Your power will come from that desire. That desire is how you will learn to channel the three great sources of power: from the Groves comes the white power, from the Earth comes the strong power and from the dark Heavens comes the black power. Only by combining all three can you make them work for you, do your bidding.”
I felt the pages under my hand become hot, and a strange thing happened. I became erect. The power of the book flowed into me and my cock became as hard as it had ever been.
The gnome smiled. “You have the power in you. You will become a powerful wizard if you learn properly. From now on, you will address me as Master. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good. I will teach you the power of the runes and you will learn. I will pass on my wisdom to you as my Master passed his on to me. You will learn to be a Power.”
The book was written in ancient Celtic runes and had been carried forward, unchanged, since before the time Rome overran the West. My book had been written, although that is only a reflection of the process of using runes, when the Celts were still in what is today Germany, long before they migrated to the British Isles. My Master assured me that my book was indeed unchanged since that time. For the runes are magic themselves, not simply an alphabet. The book was written in magic one might say, powerful magic. It looked old, but this seemed impossible. I was to learn there are few things which are truly impossible. Unimaginable perhaps, but not impossible.
At first, I would come at night after the shop closed so that he could spend the time with me teaching me the alphabet and the ancient tongue. He was merciless about pronunciations. The magical incantations must be exact. There is no margin for error or the Power can turn on its master and destroy him. I learned of the Gods, the True Gods, each of whom could be called on for specific help, Rhiannon, Morrigan, Ollathair, Cuchullin, Cailleach, not the later false Gods.
When I had progressed enough I would come every day and sit in the back room reading and learning the secrets of the Old Ones. As I learned I felt the inner peace come to me as my own power started to align with the wider powers of the world. Finally I was ready to begin.
One danger of the True Power is there is no practice. There are no trial runs or tests. When you summon the power is comes in all its majesty and danger. I had to laugh at the childish notions of books like Harry Potter - a bunch of kids casting practice spells with magic wands. The fools would have blasted themselves into ash the first time they tried one of the true spells.
I had come to the first incantation, the incantation which would join me with the Old Powers and allow me to use them. I read over the incantation and its instructions.
The master entered the room. “What do you think of the incantations?”
“It seems as strange as Nostradamus,” I said.
“He was a rude fool,” my Master said.
“Rude?” I asked. “You speak as though you knew him.”
He smiled. “As I said, he was a fool and said he knew much that he did not.”
“But that was 400 years ago,” I said to myself.
“You will learn that much that seems real is only the superficial. Things are not always as they appear. Now, the incantation.”
I looked back at the book, unsettled by the instructions for performing the incantation in the book.
“You think it is wrong?” he asked.
“Master, it seems wrong,” I said.
“Because you think as a modern man. The power comes from the early times when people had not become weak as they are now. These modern prohibitions are decadent. The strong do not feel them. You must learn that the use of the power is moral and just. It is the weak who seek to make all others weak. Hah. The only thing the weak inherit are plots six feet under ground. Theirs is a slave morality. They are the sources of these decadent prohibitions. The world belongs to the strong, those with the Power. Seize what is yours by right, by birth,” he said his fist clenched. “You must also learn to use the Power justly and wisely or you run the danger of being a tyrant. This middle way is the way of a Wizard. Strength and compassion”
“Yes Master,” I answered still unsettled.
“Clear your mind. You must have a clear head for this. Now, you must go and find a virgin. Only from a virgin will you gain the channel to the Middle World and Grove to draw the white power.”
“Master, how will I know she is a virgin?” I asked.
He smiled. “Use your Sight, the Gods will show you the one. She must have had her first blood. She cannot be a girl. She must be a woman, at least fourteen. After you have found her, recite the first incantation. She will do your bidding. Take her to a grove, one that is filled with the power. Wait for the deepest dark and then you both must strip naked. Not even a ring. Then, you must say the welcome incantation. Lay her on the earth. She must touch Father Earth to draw the white power and strong to you. You then say the offering incantation. This makes her an offering to the Gods. Cuchullin must have the virgin sacrifice for him to grant you access to the Power. Then you must take her. At the moment of your climax you say the joining incantation. Then it is done.
In the old days she would return home to her people and be praised for helping to create a wizard. The great mystery of Creation is a female power. The wizard would owe her family a debt. But today, her family would not understand. I will teach you a release incantation so the girl will remember nothing of the night,” he said smiling. “But she will know deep in her being that a Wizard owes her a debt. In time of stress, she will remember and you will still owe her family the debt, if they ever ask.” He patted me on the back. “Now, let us learn the incantations. They must be perfect.”
We practiced the incantations, but only one half at a time. I would learn the first half and then the second. Saying the whole incantation would summon the powers. It was very difficult trying to learn that way. When my master was satisfied and I could say the incantations in my sleep, he sent me forth.
I found the city park. There was a large grove of trees in the park. I wandered in it feeling the power of growing things. This would be the place. Truly, a sacred grove to meet the Gods for the first time.
I wandered the park, seeking the Sight. I did not understand. As I wandered my mind cleared and suddenly like a bolt out of the blue I had it. The Sight. I was seeing the women and I knew which one was a virgin. It was as if there was an aura around each woman. I could tap into that aura and I could see her first time: in the back seat of a car, at her Uncle’s house, in her boyfriend’s bedroom, in a hotel room.
Then I saw her. Her aura was empty. She was a virgin. I studied her. She was tall and lithe with straight brunette hair down over her shoulder, sparkling blue eyes, and an angelic face. As I studied her with the Sight I knew something else. The feminine force in her was pure and strong. The Gods would delight in this sacrifice and I would be rewarded.
Here was my virgin. I walked up to her and as she looked at me I pronounced the first incantation. Her eyes widened at the strange sounds and I could feel her fright rise as she thought of fleeing. But it was already too late for her. As I said the last word of the incantation, her eyes closed. “Open your eyes,” I commanded. They fluttered open. “It is a lovely day. Let’s walk.” Obediently, she followed me.
“What is your name?”
“Caitlin,” she answered. I smiled. Caitlin is an ancient Celtic name meaning pure. My sacrifice was pure. A good omen indeed.
We walked on. I waited for her to say something but she didn’t. “You may talk,” I said.
“It is a lovely day for walking, isn’t it?” she said.
“Yes, it is,” I answered. I pondered just how powerful must this spell be. My Master had said she would do anything I ordered. I studied her. She was the most beautiful young woman I had ever known and she was commanded by me. My mind wandered with all of the things I could do with her. I could have her blow me. I could fuck her little ass. She would still be a virgin for the rites tonight. The words of the Book came to me, hanging in my mind. The girl didn’t belong to me, but to the Gods. I possessed no right to abuse her. The path of a wizard did not allow abuse of his powers. I shook my head to clear it and continued on.
The afternoon sped by as I talked with Caitlin. She acted as if nothing in the world mattered to her but being with me. I only wished it was real. As a wizard I was learning that I must always face the deeper truths, and the truth is it was pleasant having Caitlin with me even if it was artificial. But it was also true that the artificial nature of her happiness kept it from any real depth of meaning which tempered my pleasure.
Late in the afternoon, the sun cast long shadows over the ground as I led her along a small path to my grove. I wanted to appreciate her beauty while there was still light. “Take off your clothes.” She smiled and immediately pulled off her clothes. “The rings as well,” I commanded. She put her jewelry on the pile of clothes. She stood, smiling and unconcerned with her nudity. My cock became erect and I felt power surge in me.
There was still a chance someone might take this path. “Take up your clothes and follow me,” I said. I led her into the grove and found a soft patch under the overhanging trees. The grove was strong here. The earth was below for the girl to channel His power to me as I said the incantations.
“Sit,” I told her. She put her clothes down and sat on them, awaiting my pleasure. I sat with my back against the tree and let the essence of the sacred grove enter me. I waited for the night.
When it was dark and the stars were out but the moon had not yet risen, I stood. It was time. I stripped out of my clothes, Caitlin watching intently. I chanted the first incantation and felt power surround me. The grove seemed alive with presence. It glowed with the energy.
I had the girl lay on the Earth, her legs spread and her arms at her side. She continued smiling as she watched me intently. Then I said the Offering incantation. A deep booming voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere, "Make the offering."
The trees rustled in the windless night. I bent over the girl and brought my erect cock to her virgin entrance. I rubbed the head of my cock over her and found her wet with desire. She closed her eyes and moaned. My cock was wet with her as I seated it in the entrance to her channel. I called to Cuchullin, offering the girl. I heard a rumbling laugh fill the glade as I pushed forward, breaching her. I felt her hymen give as my cock entered her. She uttered a squeak, her channel flooded with her moisture.
I felt the power entering me, from the girl and from the heavens as I fucked her with hard deep strokes. I felt the white power and the black held apart by the strong power. I knew what I must do. I had to use the strong power to hold these two in opposition until I needed them, like two poles of an electric circuit. The strong power was mine to control, the white and black would do my will. The black power, the power of change and destruction, would be seated in my breast and the white, the power of rebirth and healing, in my loins. When I needed it, I could bring them together, releasing them to do my bidding. The white and black had to stay in balance in me just as they had to stay in balance in the Universe. I absorbed more and more of the energy until I felt I would lose myself in the cascading power.
I knew I could take no more. I let my climax come. As I felt the first ejaculation I recited the joining incantation, finishing as the last of my cum burst from my cock and flooded the girl’s pussy.
I heard the same voice say, "The Offering is accepted."
Normally, after a cum I would be wasted. This time I was filled with energy. I felt the pleasant lassitude that normally accompanied a climax but not the drained collapse. My muscles were jumping as if I had touched a live wire.
I looked at Caitlin, who had made this possible. She also glowed with energy, all of the Earth Father’s energy having channeled through her. It was the white energy, the energy of renewal which channeled through the woman, and she was filled with it. She wouldn’t know it but the power channeling through her body had transformed it. She would never suffer a disease of the generative organs, if she ever wanted to become pregnant she would find it simple and she would never suffer from ‘women’s problems.’
I withdrew my cock from her tight pussy. It had been an incredible experience, the best sex I had ever had and beyond anything I had thought possible.
I dressed. Caitlin lay on the Earth waiting, her visage suffused with pleasure. “Get dressed,” I said. She stood and quickly dressed. Once done, I led her back out of the grove. I had trouble walking, having to manage this new feeling of power in my body. The powers had to be kept apart until I needed them.
Once back in the open part of the park I turned to Caitlin. Could I let this beautiful woman leave my life after what had just happened? Why not keep her with me? Again, the words of the book came to me. I could not keep her. She belonged to the Gods and they would decide her fate.
With regret I recited the release incantation. Her eyes closed. I walked away leaving her standing in the park. I looked back once, to see her hurrying away, probably wondering what she was doing in the park so late. She would think she had fallen asleep and awoke at this late hour. I would miss Caitlin.
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