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Death of a writer

  1. iantoPF profile image80
    iantoPFposted 7 years ago

    My reason for putting this here is because he was an author of merit whose books were read and studied by people all over the world. Also because I personally feel his passing.
    August 12th at 8am Eastern Time, Isaac Bonewits left this life after a battle with cancer and surrounded by family and friends.
    He was respected by many, ridiculed by some, loved by many, disliked by a few. Some people laughed at him, he laughed at himself often.
    ArchDruid Isaac Bonewits was the founder of the largest Druid organization in America, A public speaker, a songwriter and performed with his pagan folk group "Real Magic" His books on Ritual set a standard for pagan ceremonies. He led a controversial life and his footprints on the sands of time will be there for a long time.
    Farewell Isaac. Until we meet in the Summerlands I will look for you at Samhuin and Beltaine.

    1. deblipp profile image58
      deblippposted 7 years agoin reply to this

      Thank you for writing this. Isaac will be remembered forever. We are grieved by his passing.

  2. Aya Katz profile image83
    Aya Katzposted 7 years ago

    IantoPF, thanks for sharing. Sorry about his passing.

  3. relache profile image88
    relacheposted 7 years ago

    I never met Isaac but have several friends who knew him for decades.  My Wizard school had a vigil thread for updates and well-wishes for the last two days.

    What is remembered, lives.

  4. Arthur Fontes profile image81
    Arthur Fontesposted 7 years ago


    May he rest in peace.

    In magic realms,
    There exists a truth,
    We forever searching,
    In realms above,
    Looking for this truth perfect,
    Our mortal lives to reflect,
    Upon the past,
    We must let go,
    To be re-born in the present,
    The here and now,
    Our journey through life,
    Is all but a dream,
    A blink of an eye,
    In the great cosmic scheme,
    In outer realms,

    The search for perfection,
    We will never find,
    It's only a figment,
    In our mind,
    This is the truth,
    We must all realise,
    Until we reach inner realms,
    Where pure love and truth abide,
    So seek not dear traveller,
    Through time and space,
    Accept what has been given,
    With good grace,
    For life is a cycle of re-birth,
    Only hope exists,
    In our lives on earth.

    - Julie Ann