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“The first time I called myself a ‘Witch’ was the most magical moment of my life.”
This blog has been brewing inside the cauldron of my mind for a few days now, and finally I am ready to put it all together and tell my story. I found the inspiration for this piece during a session of insomnia and aimlessly flipping through early morning TV, full of infomercials and Christian’s proclaiming how this or that church/program and God saved their life.
I am anti-religion but my higher self knows that it is a necessary evil in our world for some type of structured belief system to be put in place in order for this society to work properly; the problem is, is that religion is used as control, division and far too often within the more conservative, orthodox, fundamental, and/or extremist sects (which seem to be all religion has become) people lose logical, critical and individual thinking; this is when the herd mentality is seen, and shown negatively and not for nature’s intent of it being survival instinct.
I believe it is a true sign of character to question authority, it shows courage, but society tells us it’s wrong, that we always have someone who is an authority figure. Call me crazy but I not only had the notion of being equal to everyone since I was a born, but it was one of the main lessons I was taught by my late Grandfather. You can believe you are equal to everyone and not come off pretentious, controlling or condescending, all you have to do is show some respect.
People, especially our next generation have lost respect, for themselves, each other and for this planet; respect for yourself and others, along with seeing the bigger purpose of fighting for this planet will allow you to transcend. A point missed by so many.
There is much healing for the human mind and soul to know that there is something outside themselves, something bigger than them waiting just beyond; for those who are blessed enough to see there is also much healing for the mind and soul to know that yourself is all that YOU will ever need, you never have to look outside yourself, for anything.
Religion has many dark sides, the main being that people fail to rely on themselves and take personal responsibility. Nothing kills me more than when people give their hard work credit to God. Such as, “I beat Cancer, God is good”—I am sure it had nothing to do with the 8+ years of schooling your Oncologist and team of Doctors went through.
My favorite recently though was an acquaintance who had gastric bypass surgery to lose weight and practice a healthier lifestyle. I tip my hat to her.
If you are unfamiliar with the process, it’s not easy to get approved for this surgery and you need to show weight loss on your own, through diet and exercise before they will put you under and rubber band your stomach, I say it like that because no one wants to talk about the root of the problem being our appalling food industry, they just want to talk about the end product, “fat people”. Needless to say 3 months after her surgery she looks and (assuming) feels fantastic but her posts on fb made me want to bash my head into a wall: “God is good, look at this weight loss.” Or “Won’t He do it, down 20 pounds!”
Yes, because that is exactly what happened, God was so busy ignoring all the other woes, and ills of this world that he helped you with your weight loss, and had absolutely nothing to do with modern science, your strong will, and the drastic personal changes in your lifestyle. Nope. It was all God.
I am showing my more cynical side, and becoming a bit “ranty” so let me bring it back in, and collect myself.
The point I am trying to make is that I see testimonials of how Christianity or the Christian God saved someone, or helped someone along, I see praise being given time and time again to a Divine being, but never, or rarely do I see someone give some credit to themselves without being torn down by people who don’t understand that it is ok to pat yourself on the back, and give credit where credit is due.
I also have never seen anyone give credit to Witchcraft for saving them, not publicly at least.
There are stories galore about how Christianity saved people from other belief systems, addiction, bad situations, etc. In fact, just a few days ago I read an article about a lovely Woman (much sarcasm) whom gave a disgusting representation of the Craft, and said that her experience with Witches is what made her become a Christian. So much ran through my mind in that moment, what could have possibly happened within the craft to make this Woman run to a religion that has done nothing but persecute us, and everyone else that is not of their faith?
Fun Fact: A majority of the “Witches” executed during Puritan Witch Trials were Christian, the real Witches had fled to “New Salem” aka New Orleans when the Witch hunts began, or they found seclusion, solitude, and safety in the deep woods. To put it simply, Christians were killing Christians.
I am going to say it loud and proud, Witchcraft saved my life; the Craft helped me heal and understand my physical and mental illness, it saved me in many dangerous situations, it has allowed me to heal and hex, but most importantly, it saved me from myself.
Without Magick, I would be dead, and this is not something that is questioned, or exaggerated, it is fact.
The thing with Magick is that it doesn’t come naturally or easily; when I say it doesn’t come naturally I mean that we have to put in work. We are tested, we are brought to our limits and beyond, thrown into the Abyss where we learn to swim, or get swallowed up.
Just to point out, I obviously believe in Natural Witches, I think we all are Witches, to some degree.
Magick itself is a test, it is a challenge, and only a select few can grasp the original concept of what the Craft is supposed to be. Also, we are tested by deities we work with, sometimes though the hardest test comes from the depths of our own psyche. Stepping foot onto such an unknown path is terrifying, we battle our minds, our families and/or friends who may happen to have a closed mind, or judgmental view.
We lose everything we thought we knew, everything we thought we loved, and all we can do is put the faith in ourselves, and our craft that we will survive.
I lost everything, quite literally, everything. Once I truly devoted myself to Magick it was like a switch was flicked, a light had been turned on and suddenly the illusion that I had been living, that I had been telling myself was seen for what it really was: self-destructive behavior.
I knew my Magick was there, I had experienced things since I was a kid, dabbling since I was 5, but I never fully embraced my Witch, I ran from her, she scared me. It took me years to face her, and even more years to embrace her as me, for she is me.
The process was the most painful thing I have ever experienced in my life, but not a day goes by where I am not grateful for that pain. I grow every day, I change every day, and I learn every day. I am constantly evolving, constantly moving, seeking, challenging myself.
It hasn’t been easy, and it isn’t easy now, but I have never experienced such life altering, mind blowing, soul shattering experiences before, and they only continue to manifest in more glorious ways as I prove myself as a Witch, a student, a teacher, a healer, and an Otherkin.
Once your inner Witch awakens there is no denying her/him, and you can only suppress it for so long before the Universe will force your hand. Once you have seen Magick, I mean, really seen Magick, there is no going back.
Blessed Are The Witches.