There’s a certain glamour about the hippie witch life that the uninitiated gravitate toward. The carefree, commune-dwelling, love-and-peace aesthetic is alluring. In the mind’s eye, the garden is always flourishing, the animals never get sick, the well pump never breaks, and the outside world is always accepting.
Traditional Wicca is a priesthood. Initiates are empowered to make direct contact with Deity and become Deity’s agents in the material world. That’s it. That’s the religion.
The Way, at least as I currently understand it, is a practice that emphasizes the sorts of universal truths that underpin many of the world’s religions and philosophies-of-life: love one another, harm none, honor the divine, exercise compassion, help those in need, defend those who cannot defend themselves, safeguard all children, respect your elders, enjoy…
Wiccan priestesshood is a life-long undertaking, which is why it takes time for the proper person to become properly prepared for initiation.
I was a month shy of seventeen years old when I decided I wanted to be a priestess. In my naïveté, I envisioned that it would consist of singing songs to the Goddess and tending to an altar and leading a coven and making special blends of oils and incenses and teaching people who wanted…