She wasn’t born a witch, few are, but for some twenty-five years she proudly considered herself one. Others thought of her as one, too.
Tannev was quite happy with her chosen Pagan path and had many friends of like mind she met with, celebrated with and even cried with. It was a happy, peaceful life for the most part and not one Tannev left behind entirely of her own free will. It was more a fading away as one might witness a person walking into a misty, gray fog. There would be only two that the Witch would remain close to, two delicate links in a fragile chain. Though she wanted to go back, time and circumstances kept her from those Tannev had for so long thought of as her lost family and home for ten years. It had taken her a long time to find them but losing them had proven far too easy, slipping her away. One year, the two diminished to one, filling Tannev with much sadness. It always made her a little nostalgic and melancholy to think of those bygone days even though she knew she could never really walk down that spiritual path with the belief she’d once had.
Tannev forged ahead, the Hermit, wandering alone again. It was, she figured, the way it was meant to be for her.
One dreary, moonless night, Tannev met a man who was one of true Darkness and one might say, Evil. He called himself T’so. Tannev grew to admire and even to love T’so despite his wicked and deceptive ways but even he could not convert her as he would have liked. She’d walked that Path once, too and knew the dangers and he could not turn her towards it again. Tannev valued goodness, honesty and love about all other things. T’so was none of those things. She would not bow to his wishes and he soon tossed her aside. Ironically, in his efforts to sway her, T’so pointed Tannev to a series of manuscripts that would brighten her Path instead of darkening it.
Within these ancient manuscripts Tannev learned of a God above God and, more important than that, of the Divinity Within. Tannev’s eyes opened. This Gnosis, this Knowing, became her new Path and she was a Witch no more.
Though Tannev may appear to still be walking alone even to this day, she knows otherwise. She’s never alone for her Heart is always with her and within that Heart dwells that Spark of Spirit that is her personal Divinity.
“Split a piece of wood – I am there. Lift the stone, and you will find me there.”