Adventures of a Toledo Witch

Real World Witchcraft, Practical Veganism, and Some Adventures Around Town. Add Me On Snapchat: tdegenerate6

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Things Have Changed: Update

Hi, its been awhile since my last post. Lots of thing have changed. Here in this update, I’ll explain a bit of what is going on. I entered a new relationship in April of this year. I can honestly say that I really do love this person with my whole heart, which is a new experience for me. We’ve hit some very rocky patches however, which has sent alot of my feelings into a tailspin. I continue to struggle with my feelings of unworthy-ness and inadequacy, and with an eating disorder (see last post for that info). I find that because of this relationship, I am no longer able to be as outspoken about the craft as I once was. My partner is a musician and in the public eye quite a bit. As a country music singer, the fear is that my choice of practice would not be widely accepted in this circle.

I find myself feeling unmotivated to practice as I once did, settling for short, or simplistic rituals that don’t really fulfill me, but “keep me in the game”. I’ve cut off alot of my witchy friends because of this, which is something I deeply deeply regret (If your reading this, I love you, and I’m sorry).

All in all, I feel a bit like a sell out. I’ve changed my hair to a “normal” color, taken out my nose ring (which I loved), stopped wearing some of the clothes and jewelry that I love and worst of all, taking down most of my altar.

Now before we start pointing the finger to this man in my life and saying “he’s no good for you” I should mention that not once, not EVER, has this person told me that I must or should do any of these things. I’ve simply felt the pressure to conform now that I too am recognized almost everywhere I go. I’ve noticed less and less people looking at me strangely when I’m in public. More people are willing to approach me now that I look and vibe more like them. I’ve lost that “otherworldly- ness” that I loved so much about myself, for fear of being judged.

I now deeply sympathize for so many like me that have to practice privately and cannot make their beliefs public knowledge. I see you. I am you. I feel you.

 I’m writing this post on this blog for the same reason I’ve always used it: accountability. Even though I am unable to practice as openly as I once was. I can still have a voice. On this blog and in other ways to come. I look forward to what this year will bring for me, and finding myself again.

Blessed Be,

Maria

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I Have An Eating Disorder

I've struggled with food for most of my life. I’d like to say that there was some traumatic event that triggered the need to starve myself in times of stress. But that's not exactly what happened. It snuck up on my pretty quickly, the first time anyway.

My mother was diagnosed with ovarian cancer when I was 14. Two years before that my father had a hip replaced. At the same time, I was coming into myself as a witch and wasn’t able to control the things I heard or felt. My self worth was pretty much in the toilet. And I remember very clearly, the first time I binged and the proceeded to throw everything up and hour or so later. Finally, finally I had some control over something. I felt good, I felt free, I had bulimia. This continued for about two years. When I decided I hated throwing up, I decided starving myself was the way to go. I remember the feeling of looking in the mirror and literally watching myself shrink. I didn’t feel like I deserved food. I was worthless, unable to get over my nightmares, not pretty enough, not smart enough, not good enough to give my body what it needed. Eventually, I found veganism, and my outlook on food began to change. Slowly, very slowly, I gained control over my magick and felt a greater sense of peace. Putting on weight was a little scary at first, but it was so much better than being hungry all the time. I really thought I had left my issues with food behind me, it turns out I was very, very wrong.

Fast forward to January 2018, and a series of rejections has sent my life into a tail spin. I can’t control anything anymore. Not my magick, not my feelings, not the people around me who abuse my kindness. All I can control now, is what I put in my mouth. This time, it started out real slowly. I started skipping breakfast because I needed to get to work earlier. I don’t sleep well, if at all due to some really really horrible nightmares, I needed time to get myself together (or at least that's what I’ve been telling myself). Then, I found I was too busy at work to stop and eat lunch. Too many deadlines, too many cases. Next thing you know it was dinner time, and I’m up till 12am. working on my Masters degree or doing research to help out other witch friends. 

Honestly? At this point, I’m living off of coffee, water, and a few peanut butter sandwiches a day. If I sit down to eat an actual meal I can’t pick up the fork and make myself eat. And I tell myself all kinds of things. “Don’t put that in your mouth, it wont make you many more attractive.” “You could be doing something more productive than sitting here stuffing your face.” “If your going to be a witchy freak, at least be a skinny one, people won’t be so scared of you.”

Somehow, I’ve allowed myself to be a 16 year old girl again. Convinced she is unworthy of love, friends, and mostly food. My nightmares are too horrible to describe to you in detail. I don’t even fall asleep if I can help it. My magick is completely out of control, I see, hear, and feel every spirit that comes my way. I hate myself even more for allowing myself to become this weak. Especially when I so actively promote veganism on social media. 

I’ll be honest, I’ve been a total freak my whole life. If your a witch going to public school, you know exactly what I mean. If people aren’t afraid of you, they think your nuts. And I’m starting to think I’ve gone a little nuts too. But being rejected by the people you want so badly to accept you, can make anyone a little desperate for comfort. And, apparently, I find comfort in control .

What exactly am I going to do? I’m not completely sure. Conventional treatment isn’t going to be right for me. I’ve tried that before. I just....have to make myself FEEL worthy again, and I’m not exactly sure how I’m going to do that. But, I do find comfort in the fact that I’ve pulled myself out of this before. And if I’ve done it on my own once, I can surely do it again. 

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23 Things I Learned In 23 Years: Some Funny, Some Practical, Some Mildly Profound 🎂

1. Don't mistake willingness for readiness. Just because someone is willing to take what you are offering, does not mean they are ready for all you have to give.

2. Store leftover avocado with the pit, it will keep it from turning brown.

3. Mr. Clean Magic Erasers can change your life.

4. Always grow basil in a pot by itself, it can take over your garden.

5. There isn't anything a little tea and meditation can't fix.

6. It's ok to love someone who doesn't love you.

7. It's always worth it to be a team player.

8. React with kindness first, it's what most people need.

9. Don't stay inside for days at a time, even in your worst moments. Go outside and breathe some fresh air EVERY DAY, even if it's only for a few minutes.

10. Being honest with yourself, will help you be honest with others.

11. Always tell someone what's on your mind, you don't know if it will be the last time you'll have the chance to.

12. Learn to love people because of their actions, not because of their words.

13. Eat the (vegan) cookie.

14. People make changes because of what they see, from people like you. Your choices and actions inspire more change than your words ever could

15. Someday, you will be everything someone else could ever want.

16. You were made ferrel by your circumstances, not your destiny.

17. The number of friends you have isn't what makes you popular.

18. It's ok to shout at the God's. They understand your fustrations better than anyone.

19. Everything you fear will come and it will go, and you'll be stronger than you were before.

20. You are enough. You are so enough. It's unbelievable how enough you are.

21. Crimes against your own soul are worse than any law of man you can break.

22. Target marks their home decor down on Wednesday mornings.

23. It's never too late to start again.

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To mend a broken heart

Hello, my fellow witches! I created the following ritual for a follower (whom I will not reveal), and I decided to post it. So I hope you enjoy it, as it is used to mend or heal a broken heart. You will need a candle (yellow, if possible), a lavender incense, a piece of paper, a pencil and a tiger’s eye crystal.  Start by burning your incense, and meditate a few minutes, while focusing on tranquility and calmness. Picture your heart being bound by silk, soft cotton, or whatever you think is soft, comforting and soothing. Then, when you feel at peace, draw this symbol on paper:

(credits to @astreathewitch)

After that, put the tiger’s eye crystal inside the circle in the centre. Then light your candle, hold it above the stone, and, chant: “I am worthy of my love, I am strong, and I love myself”.  Close your eyes and picture a protective bubble, like a powerful warding, surrounding you and keeping you from any harm. When you’re ready, blow the candle and bury the paper.

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If this is the truth....I'm lethal.

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I Slept With A Teacher In High School, and I’m Totally Not a Victim.

Yep, That horribly cliché taboo of the attractive older math teacher sleeping with an equally attractive younger student? I’ve been there. Please keep in mind I was 18 at the time,nothing sexual happened on school grounds, and this man no longer teaches before this story begins.

Why did I decide to sleep with my AP Calculus teacher? Not because I wanted a better grade and not because I was a hormone driven teenage girl. I did it because for the first time in my life, someone was interested in what I had to say, and not the way I looked. Looking back at this experience now, it was really formative in the way I viewed my self esteem  I always thought of myself as a confident individual, until recent events sent my self esteem down the toilet. The fact of the matter is that my Calc teacher gave me an experience I think every woman should have. One where she is valued because of what comes out of her mouth and not what she can do with it.

During my senior year of high school, I really was a complete mess. I was dealing with magick I couldn’t control, applying to colleges and to make matters worse, I’d broken up with my much older on again, off again boyfriend. Subsequently, I spent a lot of time across the street at the library. I’d always liked reading, but I found myself spending more time there since I wasn’t dating anymore. Naturally, my parents were delighted. As luck would have it, my AP Calc teacher liked reading too, and would often migrate there after work. 

Our interactions started out innocent enough. He liked to ask me about what I was reading. How my other classes were going, and if I needed help with my Calc homework. As we got to know each other better, we discussed things like politics, religion and my plans for the future. I’d wanted to be a writer, but wasn’t sure what direction to go. He was always encouraging and polite and I asked him things too. Like why he wanted to become a math teacher, why he moved to Ohio (he was a Chicago native) and about his family. He answered everything honestly, and without the dulled down edge most teachers adapt when talking with students. He conversed with me like an equal, and I admired him for it.

Now, I’ve always been a pretty girl and I don’t believe I'm bragging by saying that. When I broke up with my much older boyfriend, the vultures descended. It didn’t matter that I was the resident freak talking to people who weren’t there. I was a pretty redhead with a nice ass and I was fair game. The library became my safe place, and my teacher, well, he was a permanent fixture there. 

I won’t get into the details of how we ended up in his apartment one Friday night about 5 months before graduation, but it was my idea. Everything changed after that. He treated me like the most precious thing in the world. Took me out to dinner, movies, and bought me some of the most beautiful first addition books that I still love dearly. And all he wanted...was me. To be around me, talk to me, to get my opinion. He treated me like a human being. He didn’t mind that I was a little odd. Some of my most favorite memories are of the two of us on his couch reading books in complete silence. Just being together. The sex was just an added bonus. 

He told me he loved me on a few different occasions. Usually when I was wrapped up naked in the obnoxious red sheets on his bed (they clashed horribly with my hair).  I was foolish enough not to believe him when he said it. I should have known he’d never lie to me. But I didn’t feel that way for him and he knew it. When I would say nothing back he would just give me a little smile and hold me a little closer, like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop. And eventually it did.

I was granted late acceptance into Duke University on almost a full scholarship. We opened that letter together and I’ll never forget the look on his face. He was so proud of me. “That’s my girl, your incredible” was what he said, and I can still hear him so clearly. But he knew I wasn’t his girl, and he did the most selfless thing anyone could do 3 days after graduation....he let me go. 

I wasn’t completely heartbroken, because I prepared myself for it. I knew it would be harder on him than it was on me. But I trusted his decision. I thought he was doing exactly what he wanted to do. I was going off to college and he was taking a better paying job in a larger city. It was a win, win.

Long story short, I never made it to Duke. I applied at a local college when my dad become ill that summer. I never become a writer, instead I pursued a more practical job as a paralegal. I got back together with my boyfriend, only for him to betray me a while later. Finally, I met a man who I wanted more than anything in the world, only for him to say he didn't want me.

After all this, 4 years after graduation, I'm sitting in a coffee shop as snow is beating against the windows. I’d gotten home from hiking the Grand Canyon and trying to mend my broken heart the day before. And in walks my AP Calculus teacher, just as tall and handsome, wrapped in a scarf and coat and shaking snow out of his hair. Why I hadn’t realized he was so handsome before? I'm not sure. He smiled when he saw me, coffee forgotten and wrapped me up into one of the best hugs I’d received in a while.

We talked. He’d moved back to Chicago and was in town visiting friends. He was working for an investment firm doing futures accounts and commanding board meetings. He’d never married or had kids. But, he asked about me. I told him about Duke, my father, my boyfriend and this wonderful man who didn’t want me. He looked upset as watched me cry and break down in front of him. “He’s crazy you know, not to want you. Loving you has been the best part of my life, even though you don’t love me. You changed everything. Your passionate. Your intelligent and your beautiful. And your the only woman that's ever really challenged me” . I didn’t know what to say to that, but he gave me that little smile that told me he understood.

When it was time to leave, he walked me to my snow covered car. He gave me another big hug and asked me to smile for him. It took a little coaxing but when I did, I was rewarded with a tight squeeze and a rumbled “ That's my girl, your incredible.”. I’ll admit it, I totally blushed and smiled a little bigger.  We exchanged phone numbers and he gave me a kiss on the forehead. As I drove the few blocks back home, I knew I’d probably never see him again. But I’m coming away from this story with a new perspective. 

I now understand what it’s like to have love for someone who can’t love you. When I was 18, I took this mans love for granted and being the wonderful person he is, he never blamed me for it. Because true love doesn’t let you do that. It forces you to love someone unconditionally even if they can’t love you back. 

It’s taken me over 4 years, having my heart shattered and my self esteem broken to understand what happened here. I wish now I could spare him that pain. I wish I could be the woman to love him, and make all his dreams come true. But I cannot, because I don’t. Karma is real, and even though I believe I was an ignorant little girl when this situation occurred, I can't help but think that I’m paying for it now. 

However, this man, this incredible, kind and intelligent man, is exactly who I want to be. Someone who loves unconditionally and without fear. Someone who treats people as equals and with respect, not matter who they are. And someone who selfless enough to let someone they love go....because its right for them. I’ve never admired another human being so much. 

So even though I’m still horribly heart broken, I have renewed faith that loving someone who can't love you, is ok. It doesn't make me pathetic or weak. It makes me strong, selfless, and beautiful. And it makes me thankful that my AP Calculus teacher taught me more than just math.

Blessed Be,

Maria

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What's your favorite form of divination?

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Anyone around the Detroit Metro area?? (Michigan in general??)

Michigan witches here

Others around Detroit/Michigan, rebloog pls!

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Monroe

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Toledo, only about an hour away :)

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I seriously need one of these!

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13 Things Witches Say

“Scott Cunningham’s dead!!?? What!??”

“Rose Quartz will help that”

“I have a herb for that”

“Here’s a simple spell for that”

“No, I don’t worship the devil”

“No, I won’t do a spell for you”

“You just need to meditate on it”

“Have your tried healing crystals?”

“I need more jars”

“Just drink this tea”

“This spells too long, I can do it with half these herbs”

“What herb should I grow next”

“No I don’t want a bible”

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I’m adding a couple if that’s alright.

“OOO THAT TAROT DECK IS SO PRETTY”

“Follow your intuition”

“Yes I curse”

“Where is THAT BOOK?!”

“Whatever you do…stay away from books by Silver Ravenwolf…or DJ Conway”

“I’m not Wiccan so stfu about the Rede already”

[orriculum]

- where’s the fucking basil

-what do you mean you put it in the soup I needed it for a ritual

-jfc get off stop chewing on my herb garden *boots cat off altar*

- I don’t have any of that crystal so the spell can shove it

- get the amethyst out of the suuuuuun

-shit fuck did I leave the moon water out in the sun

-what do you mean it’s *insert sabbat/holiday*

-it’s beCAUSE MERCURY IS IN RETROGRADE

-did I really miss the full moon again

-don’t moVE THEFUCKING SALT

-I’m gonna kick raven ebony darkness demitasse silverwolf in the butt

[thehorror-witch]

-whatever the hell is in here besides me better stop moving shit -where did my familiar go -just take the magic it’s what I’ve got -I’M HANGING THIS CRYSTAL UP TO HELP STOP FIGHTING

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This post got SO MUCH BETTER 😂

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-unless you’re one of the spirits I’m aware of, get the f**k out my room -damn, tarot cards are savage -where is that crystal?? -No, I’m not Wiccan. Yes, you can be a witch without being Wiccan.

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What’s wrong with Ravenwolf and Conway?  

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2018 Imbolc Altar..... Welcoming Spring and seeds of change 💐

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There’s Pictures of Me Naked On the Internet and I Don’t Care.

Ok, so anyone who knows me well, will tell you how much I enjoy being naked. It’s not a secret, and it never has been. This post isn't about calling out the body shamers that said some.....not so nice things when I posted these photos on Snapchat. Nor is it to discourage the people that decided to screenshot them and post them other places. This isn’t even a call for female empowerment, and how our naked bodies are beautiful...blah, blah, blah. This is a post about religious tolerance, that's it. And so, to all the people that told me worshipping skyclad (naked) is wrong.....I have some questions for you.

Christians, why is ok for you to wear a crucifix ( A LITERAL SYMBOL OF THE DEATH OF YOUR GOD) around your neck, but my pretty gold pentacle is satanic?

Why is it ok that churches, mosques and other religious institutions  take THOUSANDS of dollars a year from their members, but my sisters that read tarot for a living are seen as scammers?

Why is celebrating any other rebirth holiday other than Christmas or Hanukah not fair to our children?

Why am I a quack because I carry around a pocket full of crystals, when you carry a loaded gun in yours?

Why can you call your temples beautiful, show them off, photograph them, and share them, when my temple (my body) is sexual and should be covered up?

Why do you claim to love your ancestors that came before you, but shun them when they attempt to contact you from the spirit realm?

And why, answer me why, masculine divine energy must be the ruler of all humanity?

 Do you know what I think it comes down to? Ignorance and indoctrination. Sure, I have come across people who simply follow like blind sheep. You can’t win an argument with these people because they aren't interested in facts. But most of the time, people simply know what they have been exposed to. I believe that this is partially our fault. Most of us have been in the broom closet too long out of fear. And it’s understandable, given how witches have been received in the past.  However, we can change that.

How? By being open. If we were to expose our practices (har har) so many more people would see what we know witchcraft to be all about. Peace, Harmony, Love and Nature. And I don't know about you, but I sure wasn’t born with clothes on. Being nude....its natural. And connecting with the Earth is what Wicca is about. What better way to connect with the way nature made us than by being in our natural state?

 There’s a beautiful saying I once heard that said “ You can pray for me. And I’ll dance naked in the woods for you”. Tolerance and understanding and KINDNESS go such a long way. We need to remember as Wiccans that most ask questions because they are simply uninformed. Instead of acting defensively let’s react offensively by not being afraid of the way worship, and to share it with others. No matter how your doing it. 

I'm not going to talk about body confidence here. That's every woman, and every witches’ own journey. But, I will tell you if your 20 pounds lighter than me, or 200 pounds heavier YOU HAVE A RIGHT TO WORSHIP THE WAY YOU CHOOSE. Don't let anyone take that away from you because of your size. Our form in this life is irrelevant anyway, as this life has been lived. Focus on the quality of your worship and deeds so your seat in Valhalla is assured. Not how you look doing them. 

So, in conclusion, I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life, but posting these pictures on Snapchat isn't one of them. These photos aren’t sexual in anyway, and I sure am not hurting anyone with them. Being loud and proud about my religious beliefs will never be something I regret, and if I can inspire someone to worship as their true and natural selves, then, so much the better. 

That's all for today. Blessed Be.

-Maria

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Why I’ll Never Call Myself a Medium

Even though Mystic Madame Maria has a cool ring to it, I’ll never call myself a medium, here's three reasons why. (Disclaimer: For those who do identify as Mediums....I mean absolutely no offense. These are just my thoughts as it pertains to my own connection to the spirit world.). 

1. The word Medium has a horrible connotation. Unfortunately, through the years mediums have been made into ...some what of a joke. This began in the 20′s when Henry Houdini took it upon himself that expose a lot of individuals who were exploiting people’s desire to interact with the spirit world. He even criticized the wife of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle for her use of automatic writing. Now, Lady Doyle was later exposed as a fraud, but none the less, Houdini made it seem as though we are ALL frauds. These days with the rise of reality TV came shows like Long Island Medium and....anyone else remember the Pet Psychic ? I don't want to be lumped into that category.

2. Medium is not the right word to describe how I work. Using the word Medium implies that you are in control of the information coming in, and the information going out. Pretty much anyone connected to the spirit world will tell you that it doesn’t work that way. Spirits are their own entity and should be treated as individuals.......Just like the souls that exist on this plane. Therefore, they appear, and communicate when they choose to. You won’t get information out of a spirit if they don’t wish to give it. I choose to see myself as they easy to talk to interpreter or middle man. Not the one who makes the rules or makes demands.

3. I don't really want anyone else to know about my cool spiritual connections. Even though I'm out of the broom closet, and very proud to be so, my connection to the spirit world has been a very long, and very personal journey. And honestly? When people know you can commune with the dead, they start asking for favors. I don’t mind doing this for a select few in my life, especially since I sometimes sense strong connections. However, as I’ve said in earlier posts, I have a hard time maintaining balance. So, I try not to cross planes if I can help it without a specific intention in mind.

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Photography by PLANTFOLK. apothecary

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A Coven Of One: Why I'm a Solitary Witch, and Why it Matters.

When most people think of witches, movies like The Craft, and shows like Charmed tend to come to mind. In essence, the concept of a “coven” or a group of witches coming together to practice magic is fairly common. But trying to convince non- pagans that witches practice alone is a trip. I’m often asked “Don’t you need the power or three or whatever?”, or “Isn’t dangerous to practice alone?”. The answer to these questions is pretty simple : its up to the witch. Sure, sometimes having more than one witch in a practice can be more powerful to set intention or mood, but it certainly isn’t necessary. In addition, an inexperienced witch practicing alone and without any guidance can be dangerous, but if the right steps are taken, it can be done. 

I’ve always practiced alone....in almost all aspects of life. I believe this has a lot do with my home life and the way I was raised. I’m essentially an only child. There is a huge age gap between myself and my half siblings (almost 25 years) and I didn't have a gangle of other kids to hang around with as both sides of my family are relatively small. As for my parents, they love me a lot, but we’re very disconnected. However, that's a very complicated story for another time. But as a result of the familiar isolation, I self imposed isolation on myself as I grew older. I HATED team sports. So I took up horseback riding as a hobby. That's really a lone wolf venture. Just you and a 2,000 pound animal that can’t talk back. I had a very small group of friends in high school, and only one of them turned out to stand the test of time. I talk to him every few months, but we aren’t as close as we once were.

This is probably the right time to talk about my religious background too. My mother is an obligate Lutheran. She is the CEO of a religious housing and service organization she outwardly appears Lutheran. What she actually believes in her heart....we’ve never talked about. My father was raised Catholic and now views any organized religion with a lot of disdain. This I understand, growing up in the church in the 50′s had to have been difficult . My older brother and his daughters....they’ re interesting.  My brother spent his youth in the Pentecostal church and left it after his divorce from his first wife. As a result his three daughters ( all relatively close in age to me) were extremely religious. In my agnostic household, religion wasn't openly discussed so everything I learned about Christianity was learned second hand by three little girls who were well.....little girls. I felt a lot of pressure to conform, but never could.

Flash forward to age 15 when I temporarily lost my mind. I was just becoming a woman, and developing magick I couldn’t control. The spirit world essentially made itself at home within my being and I felt like the kid from the The 6th sense...dead people everywhere. I couldn’t sleep, couldn't eat and couldn’t focus because I had no way to block anything out. Add in dreams (nightmares) about my past incarnations and you have a one way ticket to Crazy Town. What's a concerned parent to do? Take me to a shrink and have me screened for schizophrenia and bi polar disorder. When it was determined I didn’t have a mental illness, I had to except three facts about myself: 1. I was seeing dead people, and it was ok to be scared. 2. I was different, physically and mentally. and 3. I was scaring the shit out of people.

Once I accepted these things about myself, a path emerged. I was fortunate enough to have a god mother who was into Wicca. She pointed me in the direction of what I needed to learn about the craft, and myself as a witch. From there I started a solitary path. And it’s stayed that way.

Why is all this important? Because solitary witches is the way the craft survived Christianity. Large covens of 7-13 witches was conspicuous...and therefore dangerous at a time when witches were seen as the enemy. Our grandmothers ( and grandfathers) were forced to practice alone as to not raise suspicion and pass down the traditions orally. More importantly, this is the only path for some people. In some area, covens are not practical or available .And so, solitary practice should be seen as a valid option for those who have no other choice or simply prefer it that way (like myself). Your not less of a witch because you aren’t one of the cool kids in the coven, or the high priestess of a group of worshippers. Your path is different. You are different. And that's ok. Just because we label ourselves as Wiccan doesn’t mean we all have to play by the same rules.

So in conclusion, I feel as though I'm honoring my sister witches by practicing alone, as they were forced to do in the past. I also know that this is the right path for me, as I am a solitary person by nature. I hope if your a solitary witch, and your reading this, you feel a little stronger in your practice today and you keep “doing you”. Good luck on your journey, and Blessed Be.

- Maria

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Sköll and Hati Hródvitnisson, at the time of Ragnarök

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Relevant, so relevant.