That Wonderful Wiccan Hour

Remember, August is upon us…

That Wonderful Wiccan Hour

It is during this time, midnight, that I feel my strongest both physically as well as spiritually. It is also at this time I feel the naughtiest. Sex and religion, to me, viewing the two are like watching a sibling rivalry, one always against the other but to me they are simply seen as one’s professional side while at work and that other side of us, comfortable and simple, when we are home. None the less, society seems to always enjoy pinning one against the other. Is it just me or did that statement come out sounding naughty?

What do you pray about? How do you pray and what if anything, do you see in your minds eye when you do take such time out for yourself? As for me, this evening, I pictured myself as if viewing someone from behind, as beautiful as JLH, kneeling before my alter wearing only a pair of low cut jeans, exposing my sexy butt cleavage. This wasn’t just because I was feeling sexual it was also my way of celebrating and appreciating the female body. And because I have began planning my next life after the one I have yet to live looking like JLH, I have also pictured myself with similar clothing when meditating as a better cut version of my male self, even better than when I was in my late twenties, with only three percent body fat and able to do three sets of sit ups, each set of a hundred, upside down with a fifty pound weight on my chest.

One thing I find awesome about you the reader is that in my opinion, we may have known each other in a past life and maybe will so again. If I am correct about the idea of us knowing each other in a previous life, how do you think we would have known one another? Maybe we were good acquaintances or possibly distant relatives. Maybe we were friends who had a falling out or maybe we were something more. Who do you think you would have been, male, female, white, black, European, Indian, Asian, or African?

The reason I suggest this is because look at us now. Although we may or may not know one another, there is a common bond that has brought us together at this point in time. Because I believe in the possibility of us knowing each other in a past life, let me then say to you now that if I hurt you then, I am sorry. If I made you angry then, please forgive me, and if I loved you then, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. How does all of this play into what I recognize as that Wonderful Wiccan Hour? Probably nothing, none the less, I am glad to have thought of you at such time. Please remember you are always in my prayers.

Blessed Be-