Confessions of a Witch
Lewis Carroll’s Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland has always been a story that has delighted me, along with its sequel, Alice Through the Looking Glass ever since I was first introduced to it.
Initially, this was through the Disney film (which is the first Disney video I remember having) and then I was bought a copy of the book by a school friend when I was 7 and his complete works when I was 10, which I still have and read now at 36. In the last few months, I’ve added to my Alice collection, buying Alice themed Oracle cards – she’s pretty much been a part of my life for as long as I can remember.
Not a Fan of the New Stuff
I can’t say I’m a fan of the recent Disney films – they just weren’t the Alice characters from my imagination – but otherwise she’s without a doubt one of my favourite characters, from one of my favourite imaginary worlds ever.
“You? Who Are You?”
You may have seen from earlier posts that, for personal reasons, I decided to cut back on alcohol from the start of 2019. It just wasn’t something that was working for me anymore although I’ve no issue with others partaking.
Since then, I’ve been forced to come face-to-face with the “real” me and at times it has felt a bit like I’m navigating Wonderland myself with me demanding of myself, just like the haughty caterpillar: “You – Who Are You”?
Coming Out of the Broom Closet
Whilst I can’t say that I’ve fully answered that question in a mere 6 months, I can say that I feel more certain than I have for a long time. I’ve already mentioned on the site my love of all things mystical since I was a child, astrology, tarot and the like and how I’ve always felt drawn to and “dabbled” in witchcraft – of the white sort – but never actually really admitted to others that it was anything more than a bit of fun. Consider this post me officially coming out of the broom closet!
One of the greatest things about this blog is that it has helped me to admit and accept that I am in fact a witch. It seems easier to admit it on here than in “real” life. I am very much a novice witch with so very much to learn but I feel that I have remained a novice for so long as a result of resisting being myself all these long years. It’s funny because now, looking back, I can’t understand why I did really.
Having spent some time asking this very question on the internet and garnering various views, there were 2 that really jumped out at me:
Firstly, there is the persecution and shame that witches through the centuries have been subjected to – whether they truly were witches or not. Living not far from Pendle, I tend to feel quite an affinity with the history of the Pendle witches rather than say, Salem, but regardless of where witch-hunts and trials like this took place, society’s views on witchcraft through the years, for me anyway, definitely led to me not wanting to voice who I felt I was, not so much for fear of persecution these days, but certainly to avoid mockery and ridicule.
Secondly, there seems to be a strong belief that for those that believe in past lives, as I do, this fear may well be linked to a previous lifetime and history of being born a witch and all the persecution and shame referred to above that came along with this.
I’ve been really inspired however these last 6 months by other practising witches, brave enough to be who they are and live according to their belief systems, regardless of societal views historically or in the modern-era. It is to them I owe my current courage to not only accept who I am but to no longer hide it.
So, I recently purchased a “witch starter kit” to kickstart my new found confidence in myself and which arrived today. I’ve kept my own Book of Shadows for some time now and tonight went so far as to cast my first “real” protection spell which I felt was needed, again for personal reasons.
So should I start demanding of myself going forward “Who Are You?”, I’m happy to say that I can now answer this with confidence – I am a witch.
What about you – did you always know you were a witch and embraced the concept from the start or, like me, did you for some reason resist the call? I’d love to hear your own experiences.