In the past few weeks the pulse that vibrates through my body has become louder and louder, like a baby crying for milk. It needs to be fed and the only food that would sustain it is knowledge. I am frantically searching the internet and bookstores for answers to keep it quiet and then I found Witch School via a mentor in South Africa. The baby has stopped crying but it is now looking at me with huge expectant eyes, waiting to see what is next...
I have always been curious and had always a question to ask. I never take things for granted nor face value and never understood why I cant ask WHY? But it is my foundations laid by my two witches, the one eager the other reluctant, which paved the way.
Am I new to the Craft? From a Pagan Federation point of view - yes, from a life perspective - no.
My mother and her mother are/were very good witches and very strong witches I might add. My Grandmother (RIP) has been a very influential person in my young life and that of our whole family clan and has always nudge me in the direction I am following right now. At the time I never understood much, then but as age overwhelms me everything is becoming clearer.
With age comes understanding and as I reflect on my years gone by and the role the two females have played in my life I recall seeing my grandmother outside under the full moon doing funny things.. I recall a time where I had the most terrible warts starting to grow on my elbow and it looked like it was spreading - my grandmother took me to the open window and blew it to the moon never to be seen again. I have a small red patch where it used to be but that is it. They have never returned. When we were sick, it was my grandmother who brought out the herbs and onions, or the oils and plant leaves... I walked around for a few days with a geranium leave sticking out of my ear... those were the days.
My own mother on the other hand, have fought against it her whole life. We were dragged to churches from a very young age and made to participate in every social function they offered. I never understood the fanatic behaviour and to date still dont understand how people can assign their religion to a building which they visit. In contrast, my grandmother would be at home on a Sunday morning smoking a cigar looking at the wheat blowing in the wind. If you ask her what she was doing she always said - she was listening to the winds whispers. But even as a die hard Christian my mother uses her dreams to divine, and funny how that is ok in her books... I to use dreams, and the astral plane very easily without effort, so much so that it frightens me. But I have a guide and I have my Grandmother - she is now passed on to the Summerlands, but every now and then I get a visit. Sadly I have not seen her much lately but I sense that my mother in law which passed a year ago is trying to cross over... (if anyone reads this and understands this - please send some help - I am lost here)
I recall a time when I first started out - I must have been around 14 years old... I had a Tarot Deck and well hidden, and one afternoon I got home and my Tarot deck was missing... That evening at dinner, with my food I got my tarot deck with arch eyebrows... Mother: "these things are not playing cards, you are not to play with them, and you will never use this deck again" - well I never did as the curse she has put on it would not allow me to read any of them. Then I had a Fertility God which was a present for someone in France. She marched into my room one afternoon and again - mother: "You must get rid of these statues, they will just give you sleepless nights" Needless to say - I did not sleep for a week until that statue was out of my room... Power she certainly has, but she is afraid to use it... Does this power really grow from generation to the next?
My first meeting at the Pagan Federation in South Africa caused me to apologise for making the milk curdle. Co-incidence or was it because I was surrounded with so much energy that I could relax? I never manage to repeat it and I never went back, but that was not because of the milk... lol.
But it is a new day...I cant wait to see what I can learn today...
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