The Big Peeve
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Article ID: 2325
Age Group: Adult
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Posted: April 16th. 1999
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Listen up kiddies, 'cause this is serious. Being a teenage witch, I can relate to many problems that are being discovered by the many younger members of our religion. I know that as teenagers, we are indeed very inquisitive and very social people. This is absolutely normal for human beings, and we are expected to be this way.
If a teenager is practicing Witchcraft, a religion that is still being frowned upon and persecuted in too many parts of the nation, he or she may feel an extra sense of isolation. Along with the usual feelings of rejection, fear, inequality, low self-esteem, and various other emotional problems that afflict today's teens, this can be a real kicker. A teenager may want to seek out people who share their beliefs or interests. This is completely normal, for it is how we chose our friends during those formidable high school years and beyond, but when it involves an alternative religion, one must tread lightly.
This is especially the case with today's laws. If you're not 18, anyone over the age of 18 who is discovered to be instructing you in any religious path of which your parents do not approve, can be held legally responsible for "influencing" you against your parents will.
So many adult covens, ones with some real experience and lots of real knowledge to share, will usually prefer not to aid you until you are of legal age. It's a horrible thing to be denied knowledge or the right to learn, but I'm sorry to say that examples have been made, and this is an all too real possibility for those who would gladly help you otherwise.
So it seems that other teens are the only option open huh? Well, let me share my experiences with you before you jump in over your head.
As a teenager, I found people in my school who I believed were fun people, and even better, they practiced Wicca! These people actively practiced the religion by which I was so entranced. I felt like I had discovered "my" people. This is a very popular feeling when many people discover Wicca. What I failed to realize at first was that these people were my age. They had the normal teenage problems that I did. They weren't all mighty and able to banish their problems with a twitch of their noses or the wave of a magick wand. While they may have had a year or two more than me in which to practice what I was just discovering, I eventually realized that I had a year or two in maturity on them.
Everyone's personality is different, and not all people can co-exist nicely. High school teaches this to everyone. You can't get along with everyone on this Earth, and not everyone agrees on everything.
Getting back to my group, I was now in a coven. Oh yeah, we had an initiation. It took place in one member's basement, with a makeshift altar on a knock hockey board, and a wickedly sharp knife pressed to my throat as I croaked out the words "Perfect love and perfect trust." (I believe that my bulging eyes may have belied that statement a little.)
I had to prick my finger with the rest of them, let one drop of blood fall into the wineglass, and then drink of our communal blood/wine offering. I was amazed at the depth of their knowledge. It felt as though I knew only the tip of the iceberg. Thus was I plunged headlong into idolatry.
I idolized those in my new group of "friends." They were so much wiser than I was. (Never mind the fact that I was on the honor roll and each of them was failing a few classes.) They were my teachers, though I may not have agreed with what I learned.
"The most important thing, " I was told, "is to protect yourself." For, unbeknownst to me, we had enemies. There were other covens in my school who would attack me with evil magick just because I was weaker than they were. I was in a war, and by joining with this coven, I had unknowingly chosen sides.
I watched as my friend and covenmate crafted a spell in which to bind someone else with his blood. I was terrified. Was I going to be the next victim? Who would strike out at me? I had no enemies; at least that's what I thought. My friends told me otherwise. I later found out that while some other Pagan groups in my school did not exactly like the people I had gotten involved with, they weren't about to waste their time doing nasty spells on us.
They were smarter than that. I wish my friends could see that. To this day I can still say that I am grateful to my Catholic upbringing for keeping me from dabbling in nasty hate magick and bindings. I abstained from assaulting anyone else, much to the dismay of one particular covenmate. They eventually stopped teaching me, as we all had our own lives to see about.
I began to gain my knowledge solely from the many books which I had acquired. As I read the accounts and teachings of more and more older and wiser Witches such as Raymond Buckland, Scott Cunningham, Silver RavenWolf, and Doreen Valiente, I realized that my so called "teachers' were not all that wise.
My visions of their power shattered. They were simply ordinary teenage witches, just like me. One of them had a dark streak, true, but most of the others were in it for acceptance, power trips, and maybe for two of us at least, to teach and to learn.
It's too bad that the one designated as my teacher wanted me to pursue a slightly different path than I wanted to. Mysticism looked nice enough, but I was focusing on Wicca at the time, and I had my other interests too. They eventually began to lose interest in me, partly because I trusted my books over them, and also because I refused to even learn "black magick." "I'm a white witch, " I would tell them. I now realize that there is no such thing, but I tried to come as close as possible.
Well, according to them, white was weak. I trusted in Karma and the Law of Three to protect me, and if necessary, an occasional Justice spell. They did not agree. I should fight back. Hell, I should strike first.
I didn't think so.
Now I realize that that blood binding initiation ritual was an absolutely stupid thing to be lead into. A blood binding is extremely hard to break, even with mutual consent among all involved. I am still with these people, and more have joined us, some have left. I am trapped. I lent a covenmate my pentacle, and he took my athame too. He has two of my most treasured and personal items, and I have no way of getting them back. Teenagers can be extremely petty
I plan to get out of this so called "coven" as soon as I can get my stuff and hightail it out of there.
Until that opportunity arises, or it comes time for me to go away to college, I seem to be stuck with this crowd of wayward witches. It's not like I've given up hope for them or anything, for a real witch never gives up hope. It is simply a matter of knowing when it's best to try a little harder, and when to move on.
So what's the moral of this story?
High school covens are a bad idea. There is a distinct difference between a coven and a study circle. A study circle would be much better for a high school setting. What most teenagers fail to realize about a coven is that it isn't just a "come when you want to and we'll have fun learning together" kinda deal.
A coven implies responsibility. There are lots of problems, like mediating disputes, group dynamics, witch wars, the whole perfect love and perfect trust, and lots of other group related problems. There is usually some type of hierarchy, which is the perfect opportunity for someone to be oppressed, used, dumped, and others to go on power trips, make wrong decisions, and pressure others into things that they don't want to do. There's the problem of who will teach what, and who wants to teach what to whom. Most teenagers are simply not old enough or experienced enough to carry these responsibilities.
So take my advice. If you're a teenage witch and you feel the need to interact with others of like mind, don't seek out, form, or join a coven.
Find some nice open-minded friends, and create a study circle. One where there are no obligations, no pressures, and no one has power over another. Encourage the free exchange of ideas and learn from and with each other. At this age, a coven is not all it's cracked up to be.
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Bio: Eurus Windrider is a 17 year old solitary who is currently practicing Wicca. He hopes that the wish he made when Silver RavenWolf signed his copy of To Light a Sacred Flame, that he would attend Boston University and get lots of financial aid, comes true for the fall of 1999. After all, she said it would. He lives in New York and has been studying various Pagan religions since he was 13. He began practicing Witchcraft and various other magickal systems since he was 16, and plans to expand his studies into Druidism in the near future.
Inclosed in a Silver Box
by Naria Rose
High school is a time when the stress of making good grades and the liberation of no long being a 'little kid' reach their peek. Popularity always has a huge impact on a teen's growing up but for the social outcast it's a time to truly discover who one is. Raised by Wiccan parents and eventually following those in that path I've been dubbed the school's evil daughter.
Being a Teen Witch in the American South is no easy task with the anti-pagan groups breathing down your neck preaching to covert or go to Hell. This however isn't what really bothers me, I've lived with it so long it doesn't bother me.
I'm not easy to anger and even when angry it never lasts very long but the is a class of goth students who have taken it upon themselves to say they are Wiccans. They boast that they put curses on falcuty and other students and when something bad happens to the school they say it was their powers and yet they also claim to be Wiccan.
I've tried once or twice to explain to them the very basics of Wiccan beliefs but instead I'm just another egotistical student to them who tries to tell them what to do. I'm sure everyone has met a few of this type of people and I've found the only way to deal with them is leave them alone. Ignore their misguided views and focus more on making sure people know what Wicca really is about.
Perhaps one day in the future people can except us for what we are and twist the truth into something bad. For now, with the school work, parents, friends, bad reputations, hard choices, failures, and success...
I'm only a little girl trapped in a silver box.
Love & Light,
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