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Keeping Busy While Stuck At Home – Social Distancing and Witchy Crafts

 

Social Distancing. Self-Isolation. Quarantine. Whatever you call it, most of us are stuck at home for the foreseeable future.

At the beginning of the month, my kids both had colds, and as the panic over Covid-19 was ramping up, I made an effort to not add to the problem, and decided to keep them home a couple of days until their coughs and runny noses subsided. They were better by the weekend, and I was happy to be able to send them back to school on Monday. Then, on Sunday night, the province closed all public schools. All this is a long way of saying, that in my house, we are on day 15 of social distancing isolation.

These days, most businesses are closed for the next couple of weeks, and we are in the middle of what would have been spring break, so the schools aren’t putting anything out until April to help with the kids education. And since we are doing our part to help #flattenthecurve or #plankthecurve or whatever the hashtag is now, we are finding creative ways to keep busy that involve less screen time, and thus, less fighting.

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Mindful Witchcraft on a Budget — Say No to Dollar Stores

I will admit it, when I was younger, I loved the dollar store as much as anyone. I could buy all manner of home decor that I never would have been able to afford elsewhere. These days, they have whole aisles dedicated to candles, incense, offering dishes, jars, herbs, just about anything a thrifty witch (or a broke witch, we’ve all been there) would need.

But with the rise of climate change, and our consciousness that the earth really is in trouble, has come the idea of zero waste or low waste and just generally being more mindful of how we live our lives. Thus, is the dollar store really the best place to source your spell materials and tools anymore? Was it ever? Continue reading Mindful Witchcraft on a Budget — Say No to Dollar Stores

Signs That You’re a Witch?

I have seen *so* many videos on this lately. Luckily, most of them appear to be older, so maybe it was just a meme-type thing, but the truth of the matter is, there is only 1 sign that you are a witch. Ready for it?

You practise witchcraft.

That’s it. The end. You can’t really be a witch and not know it. Just like you can’t really be a carpenter and not know it. The word is a descriptor of an action or a trade. It’s something you know you’re doing.

Until you hit that point, you are a Seeker. And there is nothing wrong with that. Being a Seeker is the best! Everything is new and magical and filled with enchantment. Not that I’m saying that that feeling fades with time necessarily.

Even for me, 25ish years later, the spring time feels like life and magic, journeying, and meditation feel like home; but there are few things that carry the same trepidation and exhilaration that venturing down a new path does. It’s incredible. And it should be enjoyed for as long as possible.

In the beginning, having a name for your path can feel like the most important thing in the world. How can you have an legitimacy if your path doesn’t have a name? Let me ask you this: does the tree outside your window have a name? Does the bird flitting about the branches? Do they need one to exist?

Don’t be so quick to slap a label on something that is developing and growing. I can count on one hand the number of times that someone in real life has asked me about my religion, and more often than not, they ask if I attend church. My response is simply, ‘No, we don’t go to church.’ Another perfectly valid answer would be: ‘Sorry, I don’t discuss religion. It causes too much friction.’

Back in the day, our parents and grandparents held to a strict rule of ‘no discussing politics or religion at the dinner table.’ I, personally, pull that into my own life as often as possible. We very much don’t need to know every detail of our neighbours’ business, and they don’t need to know every detail of mine.

 

Three Years Later

It’s been a long time. When I shut this website down three years ago,   I did it because there had been some family turmoil regarding my practise/faith/whathaveyou, and I didn’t want to make it worse.

A few days ago, I turned 40.

It’s a big milestone, if you believe in that kind of thing. I have been very contemplative over the past few weeks, and something that I am starting to feel very strongly about is how little I care about things that used to bother me. I don’t care about judgments. I don’t care about pleasing anyone else. I don’t care about living my life for the pleasure of others.

I’ve lost myself in the past few years, and I want her back. I miss me. I miss having a space to vent my thoughts and feelings. I miss having a space where I can explore my practise, and where it doesn’t really matter if I start a project and then forget about it a few months down the line (we’ve discovered that that’s ADHD, btw).

I was on YouTube today marvelling at how different the Pagan Community is today from when I was active online (SO so long ago). I have to say that I do understand a bit better the middle aged witches with the ever etched smirk as all we newbies tried to impress each other with our knowledge and ‘experience’. 😂

I do have to add, one of the things that still shocks me is how little has changed in 20 years. Practitioners with a few years under their belts are still having to explain that Witchcraft/Wicca isn’t satanic? Why? That rumour is from the 80s. None of them where alive during the Satanic Panic, they shouldn’t have to still be talking about it.

But I digress. I don’t know how often I will post here in the coming year. Maybe more. Maybe less. But I have decided that I want this space to be available. I want it to be waiting for me for when I need it, and I want it to be available to anyone else who might stumble upon anything interesting.

Cheers to new beginnings. 🥂

Witchy Wednesday – Magic

Hey folks!  This week we are talking about Magic.  I don’t use a ‘k’ in the spelling because I think it’s silly.  I will tell you that it took a seriously long time to train myself not to, though.  And I still sometimes slip.

I wasn’t feeling all up to writing out my thoughts today since I have other projects I am working on, so get this … I made a video instead.  Can you say multitasking?  Coffee makes me superwoman, I swear (we were out of coffee for a lot of this week – horror, I know it).

My views on magic are pretty much as I stated in the video.  I don’t worry too much on the hows or the whys.  I’ve practised for a lot of years, so I have a system that works for me.  Though, I am always up for trying new techniques if I feel they will be able to fit into my current practise.  I tend not to go for a lot of high ceremony – I’m a Witch.  I do down and dirty.

Without further ado, here is my epic video of my own self painting a box!  Enjoy.

Next week we are talking about spellwork.  Interesting.  Until then.

Call for Global Witchcraft Community to Unite Against Terrorism | The Wild Hunt

CAMEROON — In early January, Chiefs from the Eastern regions of Cameroon requested permission to use Witchcraft against the terrorist group Boko Haram. The news came through a tweet by respected investigative journalist and Chief Bisong Etahoben on Feb. 1. Shortly after, President Paul Biya respond

Source: Call for Global Witchcraft Community to Unite Against Terrorism | The Wild Hunt

A Look Back at the Burning Times

This has been a ridiculously hard subject for me to order my thoughts on coherently.  I have thought about setting it aside and doing something easier and less controversial.  But I don’t think I can do that.  This is a conversation that has been waiting for over a decade.  That’s really long enough.

I’m sure that just about every Pagan has at some point come across the Burning Times myth.  I touched on it in 2004 in my article on Revisionist History.  In re-reading this article, I remember the mindset I was in when I wrote it.  Back in the early 2000s we were still fighting off the satanic ritual conspiracy myths, still fighting to be recognized as valid spiritualists rather than just a group of stoned new-agers dancing in the dirt under the full moon.

The modern version of the story traces back to a book from the early twentieth century called The Witch Cult in Western Europe by Margaret Murray.  I’m not going to go into a historical account of her work, or attempt to unravel where her information got twisted.  Current historical data has disproved her theories regarding ancient matrifocal societies that covered the western world.

What I do want to explore is the intense staying power this myth has had through the growth of Paganism in North America.  Witchcraft traditions really began to grow and take hold during the rise of second wave feminism in the 1960s and 70s.

It was a time of sociopolitical upheaval where young people all over the continent were standing up for the first time and demanding that their voices be heard — demanding that attitudes towards violence and war be changed.  Women were gathering in rallies to demand to be heard, and for their personhood to be respected.

Religious Witchcraft had arrived on the scene to show  these young people that a woman’s body was sacred rather than shameful and profane.  This is the climate that allowed for the myth that 9 million women were burned at the stake for practising a matrifocal religion to spread like wildfire.

In the 1990s and early 2000s we saw a resurgence of powerful women coming to the forefront of popular culture, and that brought with it another rise for Religious Witchcraft and its entwined myth of the Burning Times.  This was the atmosphere where I cut my spiritual teeth, so to speak.

By the mid-2000s, the myth had been soundly disproven, and it was cast aside by many with derision and extreme prejudice against those who chose to cling to it like gospel.  It was then, and still is today, I am sad to say, used as a club against Christians and Christianity as a whole.  Many wrap themselves in the mantle of victimhood, insisting that their spiritual ancestors were massacred at the hands of Christian zealots looking to wipe out anything different from themselves.

Now, when I say that the myth was disproven, I want to be clear that the Witch Trials were an actual thing.  The numbers and the fact that they were women/witches are the parts that are inaccurate.  The Witch Trials were also a time of much political upheaval.  Science, capitalism, philosophy, and even atheism were all on the rise, and the church of the fifteenth century was losing its control of the populace. The chaos, fear and deaths from this campaign against heretics and devil worshippers lasted for three hundred years, costing roughly 50,000 people their lives.

This is something that I think deserves to be remembered.  Three hundred years of people living in fear of being tortured and then burned alive because a massive institution was trying to stem the tide of change.

In my previous post on animism, I mentioned that the purpose of myths is to teach us sacred truths, and I believe it is so with the myth of the Burning Times.  The easy lesson is that anyone can be a victim of prejudice, and that extreme prejudice and xenophobia leads to death.  The harder truth is something that takes a lot more soul-searching to understand.

Like virtually every other instance of genocide in human history, the Witch Trials would have fizzled with far fewer deaths if it were not for the compliance of the populace.  Neighbours informing on neighbours, accusations made out of spite and greed — just as every one of the victims can be claimed as a spiritual ancestor, so can every one of the informants who brought the Witch Hunters to their village over a ridiculous and petty spat; and each one of those people who were too afraid or suspicious to help the accused, they are ours as well.

In the current political climate of our world, it hits home especially hard for me every time I see people demanding that refugees be turned away or that those with darker skin or a different religion be put through extra security screenings at airports, borders or other transportation hubs.

The Burning Times myth is a tale that grew up alongside American Paganism.  I don’t believe that it is something that will ever be detangled from our history.  It may sound as ridiculous as the story of Noah gathering two of every creature on the earth into one boat, but I believe that we need to own it all the same. And we need to understand its truths.

Bigotry is never ok — even against those you would see as your persecutors.  The other side of the coin speaks to complacency in the face of bigotry and xenophobia.  Do not welcome the hunters into your village.  Speak out in support of the hunted.

In the words of Ramana Maharshi:

“There are no others.”

Witchy Wednesday – Altars

Altars?  Do I have altars??  Not as such, no.

I’ve never really been one for a lot of pageantry in my path.  I meditate anywhere I can be alone for a few minutes.  With two kids under 5, a lot of times that means in the shower.

I have few tools.  I spent my twenties moving nearly as many times as there were years.  You end up with a lot less stuff that way.

I do have a little set up on my desk at the moment. It isn’t much, but it gets my stuff out of storage.  Despite the fact that we will probably be moving in a year, I have reached the limit of my tolerance for ‘living on hold’.  I want my house to look like a home — even if that means that I have more packing to do when the time comes.

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Left to right: a multi-purpose white candle (try to ignore the monitor glare).  Sometimes for purposeful work, sometimes just because I like to have a candle burning while I write.

My wand that I made when I was in my early twenties from a stick that I had found when I was about ten, and had kept for all those years because it looked like a wand.  It needs a little repair work.  The moonstone base fell off a few years back and was lost, so I need to source a new cabochon that will fit.

Under that is my pentacle that was made for me by my good friend Mattie.  It’s one of my most favourite pieces.  If you can’t read it, the inscription reads: “Thee I invoke by the moonlit sea by the standing stone and the twisted tree.”

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Next is a spiral sun cut into a branch circle necklace.  It’s a pendant that I bought from an artisan shop on Granville Island in Vancouver.  It reminds me of all the times we used to go down there just to window shop, or to visit the little pagan store that was down on the waterfront.  I think I bought one of my tarot decks from there.  And a pendulum.  Can’t remember which ones, though.

Then there is a fairly large chunk of amethyst.  Amethyst is my birthstone.  This was originally my brother’s.  I don’t remember if he gave it to me or if I helped myself to it, but it’s mine now.  Haha.  Siblings, eh?

The little bowl in the back is my ceramic cauldron bowl that I bought just a few months back from Chapters.  It was on sale, and adorable so I grabbed it.

Inside it is my little writing companion — a little pink owl stuffie.  My son found it in the parking lot of the grocery store last year, I think.  After it had found its way to the bottom of the toy box, I rescued it.  The kids still play with it off and on because it’s “Mommy’s Hootie”.  Thus, when they are playing pets and I don’t have one, they go and find him for me.

Hootie is sitting on a bit of sari silk that came in the most recent package I got from India.  The pieces are small, but I am sure I will think of something to use it for.  It’s just too pretty to throw away.

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Inside the cauldron bowl are mostly pendulums.  Amethyst, quartz, carnelian, and a seashell one that was a gift from another friend during a craft swap.  There is an Ohio quarter that I found on the floor of my office one day.  At the bottom are a couple polished stones: amethyst, rose quartz, smokey quartz, and orange calcite.  There is also a pendant (my most recent purchase from India) of labradorite.

And then beside that is a little cone incense burner that I bought way back in the day from a little pagan shop that is in what used to be a 19th century prison in, I think, Coquitlam.  I don’t really use cone incense because the smell is way too strong for me, but I am hoping to be able to rig it up to use it as a charcoal warmer for dried herbs.

That’s all that I have right now.  My chalice in the process of being repaired.  Once I am finished with that I will probably bring it up here.

I do want to set up an ancestor altar.  I will need a floating shelf for the wall first, but I have an idea of how to set it up.  I am also in the process of building a travel altar as part of a craft along with a handful of friends from Facebook. That will be a fun one to unpack when I am finished with it.

If I have my tripod by then, I will probably make a video of it.  We can test my video making abilities.

Until next week, folks – I believe the next question up is about the Wheel of the Year.