I had a wonderful opportunity recently to be with others who practice witchcraft and paganism. It was a wonderful time of community and I got to see for myself what my parents were so afraid of. What I discovered was my parent’s fear was rooted in the societal stigma associated with being a witch. Even though the Witch Trials happened hundreds of years ago many still live in fear of it happening again because humans fear what is different. I did my duty as the wonderful daughter and tried to fit in with society and its rules. Only, it’s not something I am capable of doing because I don’t process information the same way most people do. I can See the patterns everyone falls in and I can See the choices people are likely to make. Even my dreams are filled with omens and portents that come true 60% of the time. I have started a tarot reading practice that has had a 90% success rate with complete strangers, the only two iffy reads being someone who thought they could control the outcome and an older tarot reader I met at Ffynnon (pronounced fin-non).
So, what I discovered in finding myself is that I am everything my parents were afraid of me being. Their fear was rooted in antiquated ideas that to be different means to be shunned by society if not an outright death sentence. I understand their fears since society still likes to harshly judge everything that is different and non-christian. I just can’t keep walking around pretending I am blind to what I See because it makes Christians uncomfortable. Today I move forward with my practice and proudly proclaim that I am a witch.
Random Ideas of a Chaotic Mind 