Following the Crooked Path of Traditional Witchcraft

This is about the practice of traditional witchcraft. This is not Wicca. Pagan Goddess worship is my faith, but I am not, nor have I ever been Wiccan. This is the path less traveled, crooked and shadowed. I follow the Old Ways. As there must always be balance, I walk in both the dark and the light. My practice is a blend of Celtic witchcraft and Hoodoo/Voodoo folk magick. I worship the Goddess in all of Her forms and am forever in Her service.

If you are a wanderer, a seeker like me, then welcome.





Monday, September 24, 2012

Witch


I am a witch. I’ve always been one I suppose, it just took me a while to figure it out and put a label on it. From the age of about 2 or 3, I’ve known things, seen things, fortold things. I say what others are thinking, I think what others are about to say, I think of someone and they call, I dream and it comes true, I feel the energy of a space (I hate crowded places and hotel rooms are the worst), I read emotions and know what people feel, I can see what’s in your soul from the look in your eyes, and I can connect with those passed through the veil. I always felt different than everyone else. I didn’t fit in even though I tried. It was only much later that I became grateful that I didn’t, that I wasn’t average, that I wasn’t like everyone else.

I follow the moon on a crooked and shadowed path, follow the old ways, walk with the Goddess, She who is my mother, your mother, our mother. Maiden, Mother, Crone, Queen of the Night, hear my call, know that I am in your service. Each day I feel more rooted and sure of each step I take, feels like FATE, like HOME. I must do this, I have to do this. They say that once you start seeking, you will never stop. It has become a part of me, it is in my blood. There was a time I was unsure of what I was doing and as fate would have it, I saw a medium who I felt an immediate connection to, and she told me of another life where I am surrounded by women and offer their prayers to the Goddess, that I have always been this way, a healer, a witch, and as she said those words to me, the tears fell from my eyes because I knew, I KNEW, I was doing what I am MEANT TO BE DOING. I am a Priestess, having taken my sacred and secret vows to the Goddess. I practice the craft both alone and with my sisters by choice, the sisters of my coven, who are my spiritual strength and support. I have come to find so many like-minded individuals, the other seekers, all of whom I love and cherish even though we have never met, or even spoken - you know who you are and you feed my hungry soul.

I know this is real, I know that when you light the candles, burn the incense, set your intention, speak the words and it share it with the Universe, it comes true. Be careful what you wish for. Do the ritual, just do it. Live it. Make it part of your daily life, not just something you do on an Esbat or Sabbat. Observe nature and live in harmony with it. Grow when the moon waxes and let go when it wanes. Be present. Find what makes you happy, find your peace, find where you feel like home. Trust in yourself and your spirit, learn your lessons, and love. Follow your instincts and you will never go wrong.

4 comments:

  1. Beautiful post, it made me cry. :)

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  2. Yet another beautiful work that resonates deeply with me. I am bookmarking your blog so that I can return to read more. Again, beautiful post.

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    1. Feelin' the love. I'm glad you liked it and it's always so nice to hear feedback. A thousand thanks you's...

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