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My fundamentalist Christian brother’s ideas about what witches do approach the hysterical. If even 1/100th of what he thinks happens really did, I’d be exhausted and incarcerated.

Yeah, some of us dance nekkid in the moonlight. I haven’t done it — yet — but I do worship sky clad when I perform rituals indoors. Trust me, my nekkid body is no longer exciting to behold, so I’m not certain how scandalous my practice could be, even if someone did catch sight of me. Since you probably don’t know many witches, you should know that we come in all shapes, sizes and appearances. A circle of witches dancing is not going to resemble a crowd of nekkid Playboy centerfolds frolicking in a woods. So put your cameras away, folks — no one wants to see that.

The animal sacrifice myth would be amusing if it wasn’t so cruel and gross. Wiccan witches don’t kill animals, at least not for ritual. If a grizzly bear was menacing my child, yeah, I’d turn him into a rug. But your pets are safe from me, folks. Unless they pee in my garden, then I’m gonna spray them with a garden hose.

Generally, we witches lead quiet lives. We don’t always wander the woods looking for mushrooms and herbs. Sometimes we do the laundry. Other times we may watch TV. We are surely not spending our precious time coming up with spells to throw on YOU. We also don’t kidnap children — most of us have some of our own. And yes, children are plumb and delicious looking, but I’ve never butchered anything larger than a catfish. Seems like a lot of trouble to me just for dinner.

Like the title says, we just wanna have fun. We don’t want to poison your cow’s milk and we don’t want to make your fields. Just leave us alone to dance nekkid in the moonlight and we will all get along fine :)

Blessed Be :)

 

 

 

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Spring is finally in sight.

Tomorrow, Brigit, the bringer of the light, comes to us bearing the first promise of spring. I don’t know about you, but I sure can use the light this year. The last six years, dealing with losing my parents slowly, have taken their toll on me.

Imbolic comes at a perfect moment for me this year. I guess all holidays come at the perfect time — that’s the beauty of the universe, is it not? This year’s Imbolic, however, marks a new best.

One tradition of Imbolic is cleaning, the sweeping out of the dust of winter and preparation for spring. This year, my long winter of cancer is now over and the spring of a new life awaits.

For awhile, I wasn’t ready for this new life. So many things are changed now. My comfort zone has changed, shrank, without my parents. Life seemed overwhelmingly lonely. Suddenly, all my purpose just vanished.

Now, Brigit brings back the light. I woke up this morning and looked forward to feeling the light of the sun instead of shrinking back under the covers, dreading the day. Today I feel like clearing away the debris of the longest winter of my life.

You can join me in celebrating the Sabbat tomorrow if you like. After doing some literal dusting, I’ll be clearing the air with myrrh. White flowers will decorate my altar and I’ll burn some white candles. Tomorrow, I’ll thank my Lady for keeping me safe throughout the storms of the season and especially for bringing me back to the Light. May you find your way with the warmth of Her light, too.

Blessed be :)

 

IHalloween-witch

I don't look like this.

 

I do try to be a good sport.  In the entire spectrum of life, witches portrayed with warts and green faces are a small thing. Lecturing my friends and neighbors on how offensive it is to see myself and my fellow witches portrayed this way wont do much good.  People tend to shut down when you talk about Wicca as a religion. Too many still view it at best as an eccentric hobby.  Few take it seriously.

Since the time of Constatine, MY holidays have been invaded and desecrated. Since the Catholics absconded with our sacred days, making them their own, we have had to sit silent and endure as Oster and Yule were changed to Easter and Christmas. Witches also had to stand by as we were portrayed as baby-killers, poisoners and general trouble-makers.

For the past month, I’ve seen many depictions of witches. True, there are more positive images out there now than were available in the past, but most of those positive images seem to involve bustiers and fish net hose. So I get to choose from being an old hag with a green face or a sex kitten with a broom. Somehow, I don’t think I can pull either image off.

I look like you. Normal, I mean. No green face, I don’t habitually wear a black dress even when worshiping, and getting a bustier on me at this stage of my life would require a major engineering project. Why is that so hard for the public to grasp? Witches look like every day people because we ARE every day people.

Maybe I’m grouchy from eating too much Halloween candy, but I have to say that I am sick and tired of the disrespect shown in Halloween depictions of witches. If I tried to alter a picture of a Christian or Jew or Muslim to make them look uglier and sinister, I would be lynched. Let’s end the double standard. That’s not a request, by the way.

Blessed Be :)

 

Occupy-Together

Courtesy of Occupy Together.

Saturday, October 8th, I will be doing something I haven’t done in a very, very long time. I’m marching with the Occupy Indianapolis movement and I haven’t been so excited about anything in years. Finally, my voice will be heard.

Some people find the Wiccan Rede a little thin on moral values. I find it contains the ultimate moral value -”as it harm ye none.” To me, that is the ultimate good — not harming anyone, including yourself. This sums up what angers me so much. Greed and corruption have ruled Wall Street and Washington for years. The evidence of harm is everywhere, just look around. I bet you all know someone who has lost a home or a job or both. I myself will join the millions without health care in a very short time unless Congress steps up and does it’s job. The economic situation has me frightened for myself and my children. All this, so a few rich people can have even more money that they will squeeze out of us like blood.

I don’t know if protesting as part of Occupy Wall Street is particularly Wiccan. But I do feel that Goddess approves. One thing that Goddess represents to me is balance. Balance in the universe, balance in our lives and certainly balance in our treatment of others. Those who have so much need to walk around Main Street, America for awhile. Live our lives for a day and tell us that there is not inequality and dysfunction in the system. Shop with my budget for the week and tell me it doesn’t matter if the cost of living keeps going up while wages are going down. No one wants to take away the wealthy’s fortunes. We just want them to pay a balanced share.

I hope some of you readers will light some incense and say a little prayer to Goddess for me. Whether or not you agree with what I am doing, please wish me well. I march on Saturday not just for me and my family, but for you and your families, too. Let’s see if we can bring some balance back. Just occupy some sacred space for me, and pray hard for this country and for us all. Blessed Be :)

 

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