help, protect, and defend thy Brothers and Sisters of the Art
There is an ancient story that in days long ago Wytches met in secret. That to come among them, you swore a fearsome Oath. Your measure was taken, with cord Hallow and Mighty, upon your promise to “keep Secret” and “Protect” the Art and those who practiced it.
A dread Oath to swear. For, if the oath be broken by a Witch, his or her cord was buried with curses, so that as it rotted the traitor would too.
How many of you have mused on that time, and imagined yourself called to betray the names of your coven or your neighbors? Would you…under torture, speak their names?
Johann Albrecht Adelgrief
Perhaps we understand, all too well, what heinous physical cruelty these healers, midwives, cunning folk, and mystics endured.
Perhaps we hold mercy for those who screamed the names of others.
But in our day and age?
What is our modern equivalent?
Would you “out” your brothers and sisters if a court demanded it?
What of MONEY?
Would you make known the secrets of the Art for payment?
What of prestige?
“I am High Muckety Muck Raven Claw” …. “I was told by the Goddess Spank Me that THIS is the only correct way”
I am a Witch heart-broken, enraged, and determined. Someone has revealed. Someone has made known. Someone has not protected her brothers and sisters of the Art.
What would you do?