Wiccans are on the World Wide Web! While they're casting their spells, charging their energies, and grounding their auras, the silence of the night closes in, and there's a silence in the ether; in the networks.

No one has made a nightime rite for them. Come to think of it, none of us have one. It's late, and no one will read to you. Everyone near you is asleep. You feel alone.

The thing is, tech savvy wiccans aren't the only ones casting spells, grounding auras, nor charging energies. Anyone who made the oath to log in to any digitized scape is made a TechnoPagan, for they give validaion, seek affirmtion, and grant security.

Whatever keeps you up at night, don't make it a curse. Tired eyes and dreary spirits project into another realm with the conjured tellings of the crystal slab;

The Screen;

So Mote It Be.