My name is James Kincaid and I am a Traditional Crafter of a Local group of like minded people, and have a home amongst the meadows that gleam at night.

I praxis my Arte in the graveyards, swamp, dark woods, and the hallow of my homely compass. "Of this light we are thrown its shadow, of this design we are offered into its results."

I hold true to the powers that run through blood and dance the compass round aside the mound of bone. I search for the stone of the philosophers and hope to gain form it the bounty of knowledge and wisdom, born form the living Tradition.

I hail to the Horns of Tubal Cain and the Womb of Lilith, Father over Night, and Mother Fate.