The Lineage of Wise Women: Keepers of the Sacred Teachings
Throughout history, there have been women who carried the fire of ancient knowledge, passed down through whispers, bloodlines, and sacred rites. We are the wise women, the death walkers, the soul eaters. We are the inheritors of the forbidden knowledge given to humankind by the fallen ones—knowledge too powerful, too dangerous, for the uninitiated to wield.
The craft is not a skill that can be learned from a book alone. It is not a costume to be worn or a trend to be followed. It is a lineage—a covenant etched into the very DNA of those chosen to bear it. For some of us, the craft is woven into our blood, inherited through generations of women who walked the threshold between life and death, who spoke with spirits, and who dared to wield the powers of creation and destruction.
Those who lack this inheritance can only mimic. They study our symbols, attempt our rituals, and speak our words, yet they remain outside the circle of power. Their efforts are hollow, their magick a shadow of the sacred practices they covet but cannot truly understand.
Death Walkers and Soul Eaters: The Hidden Truths of the Craft
The craft has always been a sacred and feared practice, rooted in mysteries lost to most. To be a death walker is to move between worlds, to guide spirits and draw upon the energies of the liminal. To be a soul eater is to reclaim power, to consume and transmute the essence of the weak into strength and wisdom. These are not metaphors—they are sacred truths known only to those initiated into the deeper mysteries of witchcraft.
1. Death Walkers:
• We do not fear death; we walk alongside it. In ancient times, women were the keepers of death rites, midwives of the soul’s journey into the afterlife. This role imbued them with the power to communicate with the dead, to summon their wisdom, and to command their forces.
• Those who claim our title but shy away from the shadow of death are frauds. They know nothing of the gates they attempt to open, nor the forces they risk unleashing.
2. Soul Eaters:
• To be a soul eater is to consume the energies of the unworthy, transmuting them into power and knowledge. This practice, misunderstood and vilified, is one of transformation—a way to refine and ascend beyond the limitations of the physical world.
• The craftless cannot fathom this, for they are bound by their ignorance. They cling to superficial ideas of magick while fearing the very practices that define it.
The Sacred Knowledge of the Fallen Ones
The fallen ones—the Watchers, the Nephilim—gave humanity knowledge that was never meant for all. They taught the wise women of old the secrets of herbs, the crafting of weapons, the manipulation of energy, and the sacred art of enchantment. These teachings were preserved by the few, hidden from the masses who would corrupt or misuse them.
1. Herbal Magick and the Poison Path:
• The fallen ones revealed the properties of plants: those that heal, those that kill, and those that alter the mind. This knowledge, guarded by wise women, allowed them to wield immense power over life and death.
• Modern mimics who dabble in herbs without understanding their true nature disrespect this sacred lineage. They cannot feel the spirits of the plants or hear their whispers as we do.
2. The Secrets of Fire and Metal:
• The art of forging weapons and tools was a gift of the Watchers, taught to those worthy of wielding such power. These tools were not only physical but spiritual, forged in the fires of transformation.
• Those who attempt to work magick without the tools of power, both physical and spiritual, betray their lack of initiation.
3. The Language of Spirits:
• The fallen ones taught us how to speak to spirits, how to summon them, and how to command their aid. This language, both verbal and vibrational, cannot be learned without sacrifice and devotion.
• Mimics who call themselves witches stumble over these sacred words, their invocations falling flat and unanswered.
The Craft as Inheritance and Covenant
The true craft is not something one can claim—it is something one is born into, something one earns through trial and sacrifice. It is a covenant, forged in blood and bound by the forces of life and death. For those of us who carry this inheritance, the craft is as natural as breathing, as integral as our very DNA.
1. Inherited Power:
• There are those among us whose ancestors stood as witches, sorcerers, and wise women, preserving the sacred teachings through generations. This bloodline connection cannot be fabricated or imitated. It is an unbroken chain of knowledge that resonates in our bones and whispers through our dreams.
2. Sacred Covenant:
• To practice the craft is to uphold a sacred covenant. It demands sacrifice, discipline, and a willingness to confront the darkest aspects of existence. Those who are unworthy of this covenant can only mimic its outer trappings, never touching its true power.
Exposing the Mimics
“You wear the guise of a witch, but the spirits do not know your voice. You claim the title of wise woman, yet you lack wisdom. Your magick is as hollow as the words you speak, and your ignorance is your downfall.”
Mimics can never truly embody the craft. They lack the sacred inheritance, the disciplined study, and the devotion required to wield true power. Their magick produces no results, their words carry no weight, and their presence commands no respect.
We recognize them immediately. They speak of the craft without understanding it, parroting phrases and rituals they found online or in books they cannot comprehend. They lack the sacred fire, the lineage of knowledge, and the willingness to sacrifice. They are empty vessels, incapable of holding the power they so desperately seek.
A Lost and Coveted Practice
The craft is not for the masses. It was never meant to be. It is a lost and coveted practice, preserved by the few who are willing to dedicate their lives to its mastery. To carry the title of witch is to carry the weight of centuries, the wisdom of the fallen ones, and the power of the unseen.
Those who lack this connection are not witches—they are spectators. They mimic what they do not understand, their efforts as futile as a child imitating a symphony. They will never hold the keys to the gates we walk through, nor will they ever hear the voices that guide us.
Við erum vitru konurnar, dauðagöngumennirnir, sálarætarnir. Við erum erfingjar hinna heilögu kenninga, varðveislumenn sáttmálans og verðir galdranna. Lát hina óverðugu hverfa í gleymskunnar dá, því þeir eru ekkert nema bergmál af því sem þeir óska að vera.
So mote it be.
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