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Perfect Love and Perfect Trust

Sharing one's initiatory tradition of witchcraft with another, entering into the dynamic and deep relationship of apprenticeship, requires a radical intimacy that has been typified by the familiar phrase "Perfect Love and Perfect Trust." Another way one might evoke this state is calling upon "perfect vulnerability". This is essential when knotting the Red Thread.


A container apart from the world of the marketplace—where all is for sale, trade, or theft (to paraphrase the amazing Lee Morgan)—is essential. It is a place to wash away that world and embrace our wild wholeness, the economy of Gift, to be fully and radically nurtured and embraced by our beloveds. Lee and the Anderean Coven call this the Oasis.


This kind of radical intimacy is woven of Love in the sense that bell hooks uses it, not mere affection. It requires that we know and accept both the beauty marks and the warts of those with whom we enter into such a relationship, co-creating a fierce closeness and sharing as well as a celebration of similarities and differences whose power is both healing and rending. We entrust our well-being to one another. It nurtures and tends to ancient wounds. It does not coddle, yet it embraces frailties. This Love and Trust requires of us a lot of courage—it is both beautiful and terrifying, a relationship of which there is no analog in the marketplace world. And it is the most powerful kind of relating I've ever encountered.


Such apprenticeship is the hammer forging the blade Truth. Oh how the hammer kisses the blade! The Fire of Witchery itself the countless hands of a legion of spirits heating the metal, keenly giving it permission to be shaped.


We must come naked and laid bare, our hearts held before us in offering for the Pyre that burns at the heart of the Eternal Sabbat. We have poured every last drop of Blood into the Cauldron and we have made of our living flesh the Altar of Witchcraft. With only our hearts left, torn out, we thrust them into the Pyre to burn Pitch Black. We must be completely accessible, destroyers of emotional distance, warriors of perfect vulnerability and compassion with those within our covens.


Oh yes, we suffer for Wisdom. Here are the Forbidden Mysteries guarded well by the Great Hag, who flays our skin that we may dance as shining skeletons in the revels of the dark inverted mountain, the Faery Hill. All masks of flesh foregiven, our dance makes of us a wild writhing scaffold that holds up the Myrk-Sun, a serpentine lattice of bone criss-crossing the unending Void, silver-white threads of the great web woven by Fate! Our spells are the very Breath of God Herself, words and deeds sung by Truth, the place where Love and Wisdom meet.


Evohe!

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