For years, I carried a small version of a full ritual setup in my bag, just in case I was called upon for an urgent matter such as a hospital visit, death call, or emergency ghostbusting and house blessing service. But I realized that during those sorts of calls, I didn’t seem to need much…
I have been out and proud as a Queer person and a Pagan for over twenty years. I couldn’t go back into the closet if I tried – and the thought of trying routinely occurs to me because I need to protect my home, my family, my employment.
One of the things I had to do as my mind began to recover was to become more aware of the capabilities I have now – at 42 years old – instead of holding myself to the same standards that I did at 32 or even 22 years old.
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
I was a month shy of my seventeenth birthday when I decided I wanted to be a priestess. I envisioned leading rituals, working magick to heal people, and teaching starry-eyed seekers about the Mysteries of the Craft. What I did not envision – not at sixteen and not at twenty-six – was the massive amount
From time to time, I’m asked to speak on a panel of representatives of various religions to educate students about the diversity they may encounter in their future professions. Usually, it’s me, a Catholic, a Muslim, a Jew, and an Athiest. And let me tell you, those days are the days I have the worst