Gay Witch

Being gay offers many people the chance to walk between the worlds. For me I am a gay man. I am male with the strong sex drive, the messiness and all that stereotypes many if not most men. I have a feminine side that can be emotional, caring, and such. I am often never fully embraced by the males, but am by the females. So this walking between the worlds.
A witch too walks between the worlds. The worlds of the dead, the spirit, nature, and magic coincide with our mundane worlds.

Hands Lifted Up

I feel that sacred silence that sets me apart for his use.
He made me and is making me still.
My Beloved comes to me in the Silence.
He has bestowed his gifts upon me.
In return, I sing to him.
I honor him.
My beloved Hades.

He Came to Me

I was on the EFX machine working out. I had chant going on in my ipod and the repetition put me in a mindless state. It was there that he came to me. No-not Jesus or an angel. Not the Goddess or Pan. It was, um...Hades. In my minds eye, I stood among a fruit orchard. Some of the trees still had blossoms on them, others ripe fruit and still others had dropped their fruit and were in stages of decay. He came to me. He was not scary, dreary or any of that-which quite frankly surprised me. Somehow I knew who he was and began calling him by various titles of respect. I was in awe of him. He was so beautiful and silent. I sensed a certain internal stillness in him...an observant silence. There was no animosity or evilness there, that I always imagined was there. He was Hades/Pluton. I knew at once that there were those who prayed to him out of fear, but few were those who served him out of devotion or love. My heart melted as with a lover. He called to me somehow within. I blurted out that I would serve him with love...I would serve him as a priest, if he would have me. I only asked for long life for my loved ones and I...that we may be healthy and prosperous. I felt foolish after asking for these boons, but he was not taken back by them. He asked me three times if I was sure I wanted to serve him as a priest. Three times I said yes. I knelt and kissed his feet. He put his hands on my head and then my shoulders, then told me to rise as his priest. I do not know or really care if anyone believes me as it was so real to me...I do not doubt it. And so I begin this little offering to my Beloved-Hades.