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PLEASE BARE WITH ME ABOUT MY PROFILE...... GANDALF1967 HERE ON VR TRASHED MY PHOTOBUCKET PAGE BECAUSE I WOULD NOT DATE HIM..... THAT'S WHAT I GET FOR TRYNGING TO HELP HIM OUT

im am 5'1 i have long black hair from my father who is an Am. Indian. i also have his skin tone.i have gray eyes from my mother who was a celt.I own a horse and i teach horse back riding. my horse is my life. My horse and i race when every we can. I am proud to say that she and I have won 12 National buckles to date. I am a witch. not a wiccan..I how ever hold True Wiccans in high respect.. I have been a witch in every past life that i can remember. I am not a Neo-pagen. i am a pagen. i fallow the old ways. I beleave that the earth is our mother and as her children we need to take care of her and stop worring how we can make our lives better and start thinking about what we can do for her. I also would like to make mention that I am also a biker chick and I train horses....so guys I am very experienced in riding and I dont take the back seat.. I am also a Vol.Fire Fighter..I've been on the job a little over 10 years now...If you really need to know. YES I am CRAZY..It's something that i love to do..I only ride about once a month now because i live about 300 miles for my station.. I wont join where i live..I teach understanding of the Craft to those outside the faith.. I am also the Head of my Coven.. I do not like the term High Preistess.. It make me feel as if I am above the rest of my coven and I am not.. I am their teacher, not their boss..I lead with love.I feel everyone is no better then any other. I am PROUD to be called witch.. I feel that the name is an honor..

As for Ratings, I don't rate you high if you have nothing of value on your site. Its as simple as that. I love Profiles with personality, attitude, or profiles that show you are a REAL person. Not a roleplayer. I hate seeing, "I'm the prince of darkness!" or "I am the real dracula." Give me a break, you aren't. I don't have a problem blocking you for leaving nasty messages because I didn't give you a 10. If you update, let me know I will rate you what you really deserve. If you've just started I try and give you some time to get some nice things going for you.
Just because you give me a ten, like everyone else does to boost their levels, Doesn't mean I'm going to give you one in return. I like reading. I don't go to the library and borrow children's books, just for the pretty pictures. Give me something to read.

My Wonerful Beautiful Daughter

emochicky18

MY COVEN FAMILY

THE BIKER*

I saw you, hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line.
But, you didn't see me, put an extra $10.00 in the collection plate last Sunday.

I saw you, pull your child closer when we passed each other on the sidewalk.
But, you didn't see me, playing Santa at the local mall.

I saw you, change your mind about going into the restaurant.
But, you didn't see me, attending a meeting to raise more money for the hurricane relief.

I saw you, roll up your window and shake your head when I rode by.
But, you didn't see me, riding behind you when you flicked your cigarette butt out the car window.

I saw you, frown at me when I smiled at your children.
But, you didn't see me, when I took time off from work to run toys to the homeless.

I saw you, stare at my long hair.
But, you didn't see me, and my friends cut ten inches off for Locks of Love.

I saw you, roll your eyes at our leather jackets and gloves.
But, you didn't see me, and my brothers donate our old ones to those that had none.

I saw you, look in fright at my tattoos.
But, you didn't see me, cry as my children were born and have their name written over and in my heart.

I saw you, change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere.
But, you didn't see me, going home to be with my family.

I saw you, complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be.
But, you didn't see me, when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane.

I saw you, yelling at your kids in the car.
But, you didn't see me, pat my child's hands, knowing he was safe behind me.

I saw you, reading the newspaper or map as you drove down the road.
But, you didn't see me, squeeze my wife's leg when she told me to take the next turn.

I saw you, race down the road in the rain.
But, you didn't see me, get soaked to the skin so my son could have the car to go on his date.

I saw you, run the yellow light just to save a few minutes of time.
But, you didn't see me, trying to turn right.

I saw you, cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I was in.
But, you didn't see me, leave the road.

I saw you, waiting impatiently for my friends to pass.
But, you didn't see me. I wasn't there.

I saw you, go home to your family.
But, you didn't see me. Because, I died that day you cut me off.

I was just a biker. A person with friends and a family.
But, you didn't see me.

What is your name?: Logan

Gender: female

How old are you?: My soul is very old

When is your Birthday?: 1/30

What is your zodiac sign?: Do the Math

Where were you born?: Earth

Where do you live now?: Earth

What color are your eyes?: Gray

What color is your hair?: At the moment? Black and Pink

How tall are you?: 5'1

What is your race?: mixed

What is your worst fear?: losing my Family

Most terrifying moment?: watching my mother die

Do you smoke?: yes

Do you drink?: No

Do you cuss?: oh yha

Do you use drugs?: besides tylonol

Have you or will you ever steal?: No

Are you dependable and/or trustworthy?: yes

Do you play in a band or play an instrument?: NO

Do you have any tattoos and/or piercings?: oh yeah

If you had a favorite serial killer who would it be?:Jack the Ripper

Do you suffer from depression disorder?: not anymore

If you had to die what would it be?: on my horse

Have you ever tried to commit suicide?: no

Have you ever purposely caused harm to yourself or someone else?: no i live by Harm To None

What subculture do you belong too?: witch

Are you evil?: no

Do you believe that you can be possesed?: yes

Are you a paranoid?: no....

Do you ever get jealous of somebody else?: No

Are you obsessive and/or compulsive?: Everyone is about something even if they dont know it

Are you a violent or an agressive person?: only in bed

Do you take your anger out on other people?:again only in bed

Do you blame other people for your mistakes?: no

Do you play games?: everyone dose

What is your favorite game?: i dont think i have one

What is your favorite movie?: i dont think i have one

Who is your favorite band?: again i dont think i have one

What is your favorite song?: drift away

What kind of books do you read?: Nora Roberts, J.D. Robb Steven King.

What is your favorite color(s)?: Black and purple

What is your favorite food?: Pizza and burgers

What is your favorite drink?: tea or JOLT

Do you skateboard?: Hell No

Do you watch wrestling?: At times

Do you study martial arts?: Used to

Do you own a pair of converse?: dosn't everyone

Do you own a pair of dickies?: WTFuck?

Would you ever kill yourself or someone else?: no again Harm To None

Are you a virgin?: ummmmmm NO

Are you kinky?:sometimes

Do you like Sex?:overrated at times... But yes

Do you believe in witchcraft?:duh witch

Have you ever used an ouija board?: Yes

What is your favorite animal?: Horses, Sharks,Wolves and Dragons

Books I've Read By J.D. Robb

Glory In Death

Immortal In Death

Rapture In Death

Ceremony In Death

Vengeance In Death

Holiday In Death

Midnight in Death

Conspiracy In Death

Loyalty in Death

Witness In Death

Judgment in Death

Betrayal in Death

Interlude in Death

Seduction in Death

Reunion in Death

Purity in Death

Portrait in Death

Imitation in Death

Remember When

Divided in Death

Visions in Death

Survivor in Death

Origin in Death

Memory In Death

Haunted in Death

Born In Death

Innocent in Death

Books I've Read By Steven King

Black House

Carrie

Cujo

Dead Zone, The

Dolores Claiborne

Firestarter

Four Past Midnight

From a Buick 8

Insomnia

It

Misery

Night Shift

Pet Sematary

Salems Lot

The Shining

The Stand

Thinner

Tommyknockers

THE BURNING TIMES

Forget not the days of old
And recall the stories told
Of the burnings and the screams
Do they ever haunt your dreams?
There was a time when freedom died
It was an age of genocide
The Inquisition at the door
The Church of Rome in a holy war
They broke children on the wheel
In the madness of their zeal
In the shadow of their wake
The innocent burning at the stake
Children resist a return to the burning times
People be wise to the power of their lies
Be not fooled as those who were fooled before
Children, oh children, be free, be wild
They came to bring the good news
To burn witches, pagans, Jews
Said they were the Shepherds sheep
Whipped old women through the streets
Then the turning of the tide
From the truth they could not hide
Now the darkest age has passed
The Goddess has returned at last!

THE WICCA REED
Bide within the Law you must, in perfect Love and perfect Trust.
Live you must and let to live, fairly take and fairly give.

For tread the Circle thrice about to keep unwelcome spirits out.
To bind the spell well every time, let the spell be said in rhyme.

Light of eye and soft of touch, speak you little, listen much.
Honor the Old Ones in deed and name,
let love and light be our guides again.

Deosil go by the waxing moon, chanting out the joyful tune.
Widdershins go when the moon doth wane,
and the werewolf howls by the dread wolfsbane.

When the Lady's moon is new, kiss the hand to Her times two.
When the moon rides at Her peak then your heart's desire seek.

Heed the North winds mighty gale, lock the door and trim the sail.
When the Wind blows from the East, expect the new and set the feast.

When the wind comes from the South, love will kiss you on the mouth.
When the wind whispers from the West, all hearts will find peace and rest.

Nine woods in the Cauldron go, burn them fast and burn them slow.
Birch in the fire goes to represent what the Lady knows.

Oak in the forest towers with might, in the fire it brings the God's
insight. Rowan is a tree of power causing life and magick to flower.

Willows at the waterside stand ready to help us to the Summerland.
Hawthorn is burned to purify and to draw faerie to your eye.

Hazel-the tree of wisdom and learning adds its strength to the bright fire burning.
White are the flowers of Apple tree that brings us fruits of fertility.

Grapes grow upon the vine giving us both joy and wine.
Fir does mark the evergreen to represent immortality seen.

Elder is the Lady's tree burn it not or cursed you'll be.
Four times the Major Sabbats mark in the light and in the dark.

As the old year starts to wane the new begins, it's now Samhain.
When the time for Imbolc shows watch for flowers through the snows.

When the wheel begins to turn soon the Beltane fires will burn.
As the wheel turns to Lamas night power is brought to magick rite.

Four times the Minor Sabbats fall use the Sun to mark them all.
When the wheel has turned to Yule light the log the Horned One rules.

In the spring, when night equals day time for Ostara to come our way.
When the Sun has reached it's height time for Oak and Holly to fight.

Harvesting comes to one and all when the Autumn Equinox does fall.
Heed the flower, bush, and tree by the Lady blessed you'll be.

Where the rippling waters go cast a stone, the truth you'll know.
When you have and hold a need, harken not to others greed.

With a fool no season spend or be counted as his friend.
Merry Meet and Merry Part bright the cheeks and warm the heart.

Mind the Three-fold Laws you should three times bad and three times good.
When misfortune is enow wear the star upon your brow.

Be true in love this you must do unless your love is false to you.

These Eight words the Rede fulfill:

"An Ye Harm None, Do What Ye Will"

E.A. Poe

THE RAVEN

First published in 1845

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

MY HEART BELONGS TO

Harley

MY VAMPIRE AND LOVE OF MY LIFE

Trick and Lilybell

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas

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