By BoJenn
Halloween, Witches, Druids and Fears
Let’s study together, shall we.
Here is a mythic-style narrative, woven like a hidden history of the witches and Druids as one lineage of wisdom keepers:
Long before kingdoms and cathedrals, when the earth was still young with silence, there walked the Keepers of the Veil. Some were called Druids, some were called Witches—but they were of the same current, the same ancient root.
They lifted their eyes to the heavens, and the stars spoke back. From the turning of constellations, they drew the secrets of time. From the rising and falling sun, they wrote the language of seasons. From the moon, they measured the tides of the sea, and of the soul.
These were the Wise Ones, born from the word that meant to shape, to consecrate, to see beyond. They shaped not only fire and herb, but the unseen threads that bind the living to the dead, the mortal to the infinite.
The Druids stood in groves of oak, where roots ran deep into earth’s memory. The Witches gathered at hearths and crossroads, where spirits lingered and whispered of fate. One in forests, one in shadows of villages—but their vision was the same: the cosmos as a great web, and humanity as one trembling strand upon it.
It was fear that divided them from mankind. The fire of wisdom frightened those who did not understand its glow. The Church called it heresy. The people called it witchcraft. Yet the name carried the older truth—wise one, shaper, keeper of knowledge.
And so, many were burned. Many were silenced. But the Keepers did not die. They scattered into stars, into dreams, into the quiet voices that still guide us on nights when the veil grows thin.
Every Samhain, every Halloween, when the air sharpens and the shadows move, their lineage rises again. The witches, the Druids, the seers, the shamans—whispering:
We are the wisdom you feared.
We are the fire you could not kill.
We are the other side of yourselves.
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