Echoes of angelic ‘Hallelujahs’ from the four cranky elderly women who have always sung at every mass for the past 40 years and claim to have seen the beams of light coming out of Virgin Mary’s picture. I was so proud to be part of the hundred-some measly people constantly crying out for requests to “Him”. I used to be. I felt like I lacked something like my heart was throwing itself with my body behind it into a different direction. I was then dropped onto a chair, smacked a witch’s hat onto my head and was punched in the forehead with the book of life.
Then suddenly, I finally developed a cackle like the wicked witch of the west and a protruding green pore-filled nose, and none of that happened. No, witches don’t turn people into frogs, unless maybe I could if I got mad enough. No, witches do not worship Satan or whatever you think they scream hurrah to. A witch can be a magician or a sorceress or simply a girl in a black dress and a pointy hat. Honestly, I like to wear a pitch black long sleeve layered with a lace turtleneck. The hum of the tv with sudden distant screaming from the Netflix show Sabrina Spellman playing in the background because I finished it over 4 times. Only then I find myself gleaming in the mirror and clawing like a black cat in her Halloween costume.
No no, come sit down. Sit right here in front of me, I don’t have an enchanted wand fuming in green smoke behind my back don’t worry. Don’t worry. You just sit tight, and I’ll be cooking up the oven nice and hot for you. HAHAHA. That’s honestly the farthest thing I am as a witch. Instead, my gals lurking around know we just want to look at your guts and yank out the light and wave it in your face so you know your true soulful purpose in life. Would a ‘witch’ do that? No. But that’s what I am, and that’s what I do.
It’s a whole other world, like stepping through a shining portal into a different dimension. We call each other ‘healers’ or ‘lightworkers’. I guess I might be a hoarder because I have millions of candles of crystals and candles. Then tarot reading comes in later which I end up watching on YouTube with my favorite modern reader. It can be so enlightening and soothing to hear the “OMM” from the high frequency. Sure, if you focus on the sound it might sound like a dying cow flying through a tornado, but it’s something about the high pitched ring that just hits the spot. To all witches and workers, stepping through is to feel that intergalactic high. You have one foot in reality and the other in the dream realm, constantly thrown there and back like a sleep deprived freak. They say witches don’t sleep, and it can be true sometimes but not for scheduling screaming “bubble bubble toil or trouble” into their fuming cauldron.
Forgive me if my hat is too big for your liking, but I have to protect myself somehow to be able to express the aura of divine shining femininity. Even if a witch wanted so badly to have her nonexistent broom to sweep you away to Antarctica, karma is a – very rude woman. Magick works both ways to balance out the winds of nature. Why not you, including men, try to view the Earth as a sacred glowing ball of gas? Men also live on this planet and could use a reality check from Googlers and Tiktokers to realize all people are important and sacred. Scary Satan was not on the list. He’s puny to the divinity of singing souls stretching to reach each other.
As a result, it’s quite the adventure for witches to exist. They understand how tiny and indescribable our race is to the universe and our soul purpose. I suggest trusting in the little sparks of miracles you will receive dropped into your arms in life. The Universe could be rewarding you or, better yet, someone could be manifesting you. The energy will be so freaky and tingly that understanding another person will be intimidatingly looking into a crystal ball. So know that not everything needs to be perfect because eventually it won’t matter. What will matter is what you make to create the best magick in life. It’ll be worth the work with a reward of lighting a paper glowy lantern that will lift into the sky embracing your existence. Being a witch isn’t so evil after all.
Leave a Reply