Articles/Essays From Pagans
February 1st. 2019 ...
Paganism and Witchcraft in the Media
September 25th. 2018 ...
Understanding the Unseen
August 25th. 2018 ...
A Little Magickal History
Men and the Goddess
Back to Basics Witchcraft: Magical Creativity for Small Living Spaces
Kitchen Magic and Memories
Why the Faeries?
Magic in Daily Life
An Open Fire: Healing from Within
Cernunnos: The Darkest Wood in the Moon's Light
Gudrun of the Victory Gods
Ares and Athena
La Santa Muerte... The Stigma and the Strength
The Lady on the Stairs
The Wheel of the Year in Our Daily Lives
July 26th. 2018 ...
The Importance of Unification: Bringing Together Community Members to Invoke Cohesivity
May 29th. 2018 ...
Wild Mountain Woman: Landscape Goddess
April 20th. 2018 ...
Nazis Made Us Change Our Name
January 25th. 2018 ...
Finding Balance: Discipline Wedded to Devotion
November 15th. 2017 ...
September 30th. 2017 ...
July 31st. 2017 ...
Sin Eaters and Dream Walkers
July 2nd. 2017 ...
On Cursing: Politics and Ethos
June 1st. 2017 ...
The Sacred Ego in Mediterranean Magical Traditions
April 30th. 2017 ...
Tarot Talk: the Knight of Pentacles
March 30th. 2017 ...
Tarot Talk: the Ace of Swords
January 10th. 2017 ...
The Gray of 'Tween
Becoming a Sacred Dancer
Little Dog, Big Love
December 9th. 2016 ...
A Child's First Yule
November 10th. 2016 ...
What Exactly Is Witchcraft?
A Witch in the Bible Belt: Questions are Opportunities
On Death and Passing: Compassion Burnout in Healers and Shamans
What I Get from Cooking (And How itís Part of My Path)
September 11th. 2016 ...
The Shadow of Disgust
August 12th. 2016 ...
When Reality Rattles your Idea of the Perfect Witch
Hungarian Belief in Fairies
Designing a Pagan Last Will and Testament
July 13th. 2016 ...
What Every Pagan Should Know About Curses
Magic With A Flick of my Finger
Finding and Caring for Your Frame Drum
An Open Mind and Heart
June 13th. 2016 ...
Living a Magickal Life with Fibromyalgia
My Father, My First God
Life is Awesome... and the Flu
May 15th. 2016 ...
Faery Guided Journey
Working with the Elements
April 2nd. 2016 ...
The Fear of Witchcraft
Magic in Sentences
March 28th. 2016 ...
Revisiting The Spiral
January 22nd. 2016 ...
Coming Out of the Broom Closet
December 20th. 2015 ...
Magia y Wicca
October 24th. 2015 ...
Feeling the Pulse of Autumn
October 16th. 2015 ...
Sacred Lands, Sacred Hearts
September 30th. 2015 ...
September 16th. 2015 ...
Vegan or Vegetarian? The Ethical Debate
August 6th. 2015 ...
Lost - A Pagan Parent's Tale
July 9th. 2015 ...
Love Spells: The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly
The Magic of Weather
June 7th. 2015 ...
A Pagan Altar
A Minority of a Minority of a Minority
May 6th. 2015 ...
13 Keys: The Crown of Kether
March 29th. 2015 ...
A Thread in the Tapestry of Witchcraft
March 28th. 2015 ...
On Wiccan Magick, Theurgy, Thaumaturgy and Setting Expectations
March 1st. 2015 ...
Choosing to Write a Shadow Book
February 1st. 2015 ...
Seeker Advice From a Coven Leader
January 1st. 2015 ...
Manipulation of the Concept of Witchcraft
Broomstick to the Emerald City
October 20th. 2014 ...
Thoughts on Conjuring Spirits
October 5th. 2014 ...
The History of the Sacred Circle
September 28th. 2014 ...
Seeking Pagan Lands for Pagan Burials
Creating a Healing Temple
August 31st. 2014 ...
Coven vs. Solitary
August 24th. 2014 ...
The Pagan Cleric
A Gathering of Sorcerers (A Strange Tale)
August 17th. 2014 ...
To Know, to Will, to Dare...
On Grief: Beacons of Light in the Shadows
NOTE: For a complete list of articles related to this chapter... Visit the Main Index FOR this section.
Healing the Witch Within
Article ID: 15639
Age Group: Adult
Days Up: 1,841
Times Read: 6,906
RSS Views: 10,182
Author: Lady Abigail Welcher
Posted: March 9th. 2014
Times Viewed: 6,906
As a small child raised in the mountains of the Ozarks, winter seemed more like a mystical land filled with glistening fairies and magickal spells found in every breath than a season in the year. The only time I really recognize winter as 'winter' would be if I might happen to get sick.
This didnít happen very often because my Great Grandmother was a wise and gifted healer. She was an Ozark Wise Woman and Witch. She was a beautiful proud Native American, Quapaw Indian woman born in the Missouri Territories in the 1800ís, during a time when the wisdom of the old world, healing gifts of herbs and the powers of the Goddess came naturally and in the teachings passed down throughout the centuries.
My Great Grandmother was in her late seventies when she was given a small baby only a few days old to raise. This child had been foretold to her in a dream many years earlier as her legacy. I pray to the Goddess that I have, in my life, somehow fulfilled the hopes and dreams that my Great Grandmother had.
This winter seems to be unrelenting in its dark and cold. I believe it started earlier than in several years past. Even the summer just didnít seem to be as warm as I needed and desired deep within my spirit. Once the winter began, it just seemed to get colder and filled with so much ice and snow many of us wondered if the sun would ever return to her warming glory.
Perhaps this was a sign or a warning of what was to come. During this time, I found myself in need of professional medical assistants. My Great Grandmother taught me the old ways of health and healing. How to help others and understanding their needs when required has always been one of the gifts she give me. Coming from a long line of healers, shamans, Witches and magickally spirited beings, I almost felt that Iíd somehow failed in simply being ill.
As I lay in the hospital in the tiny little cubicle waiting to be wheeled into surgery, I kept replaying memories of my Great Grandmother. As a child, I didnít really remember my Great Grandmother ever being sick. But I do remember the magick she held within her hands when someone came to her ill, or grieving, or in need of any kind.
Hospitals are strange places for those of us who see spirits and dead people. Itís not really something that we like to talk about and most of us really avoid hospitals at all cost. Due to the drugs we have while there, we sometimes tell the nursing staff and doctors what we see and hear. This can cause a range of outcomes, from those taking care of you not wishing to return to our rooms or, occasionally, those taking care of us running from our room in tears.
Yet, there are positive aspects. The ability to share with those whom have passed and may be a little lost or confused about where they are at or helping a child and allowing him/her to find his/her way forward, or helping others in finding their family lost in time. And sometimes, it is a place where we personally receive messages from our own families. This happens because the veil between life and death within our own spirits can be extremely thin.
This is one of circumstances. It happened to me during my surgery and recuperation. I received a message, a gift, a memory from my Great Grandmother.
I remembered that the winter had been long and cold and everyone was so glad that the morning sun was finally warming the earth. Bits of snow still held tightly around the shadowed frame of the small wooden house, but for a farm family work begins as soon as the ground begins to thaw. So it was normal that the farm workers and men began to show up at my Great Grandmothers expecting lunch to be prepared.
For as long as I can remember, my Great Grandmother would begin cooking lunch for all the farm workers as soon we finished cleaning away the breakfast dishes. But on this day she had not. Even the workmen were beginning to be worried. When we looked around and found her, she was sitting in her wooden rocking chair in front of the big rock fireplace. She was holding her head with one hand, her eyes were closed, and she was so still it actually scared me.
Gently, I took my small hand and placed it on top of hers. Looking into her face seeking out her big black eyes I asked, what was wrong? Quietly she told me she was sick, that she needed to rest, and that she was going to need some help getting well. That was frightening news for a little girl of 9 years-old.
After a little while, my Great Grandmother explained how she was feeling and told me that I would be in charge of helping her heal. So, as my Great Grandmother napped in the big wooden rocking chair in front of the fireplace, I carefully went into the kitchen to prepare all that I could to help her heal.
I went through the blue jars of herbs that my Great Grandmother had for healing, doing my best to take out each of the perfect herbs needed to make her well again. Iím not sure how long it took, but I carefully brewed together the herbs making tea and soups I believed would help my Great Grandmother.
My Great Grandmother recuperated in a few days and our lives returned to normal. Even to this day, I can name off every single magickal and healing herb I used for each healing tea, brew and potion I made. I still use some of the healing chats and blessings now I wrote for my Great Grandmother when needed. I had just forgotten what made them so important. Sometimes, we need a little loving reminder from those spirits and souls that we loved us so much.
There is a great truth for healers, doctors and others who have the blessed and bewitching gifts of healing. We do not always have the ability of self-healing. Perhaps it is because we need the understanding of what it means to be ill and to recall the need help to sometimes seek healing from others and to remember the old ways, including the Gods. Maybe this is so we keep truly humble within our own spirits.
My Great Grandmother was the most gifted of healers ever blessed to walk this earth. She was small in stature, but carried a power and respect far beyond anything I have ever seen again in my lifetime. But when she needed help, she asked. Teaching me the greatest lesson of all.
ďLet your mind weary and your spirit becomes tired.
Let your spirit tire and your body becomes defeated.
Let your body become defeated and soon you will be lost.
When you are lost, it can be difficult to find your way home.
So keep all: Mind, Body and Spirit sound within the blessings of the Goddess.Ē
--Words of a Wise Witch, my Great Grandmother Ms. Lula who lived and lives on: 1890-1983. (93 years. That she will admit too.)
Copyright © 03072014
Copyright: Lady Abigail
Copyright © 03072014
Lady Abigail Welcher
Location: Titusville, Florida
Author's Profile: To learn more about Lady Abigail Welcher - Click HERE
Other Articles: Lady Abigail Welcher has posted 77 additional articles- View them?
Other Listings: To view ALL of my listings: Click HERE
Email Lady Abigail Welcher... (Yes! I have opted to receive invites to Pagan events, groups, and commercial sales)
Web Site Content (including: text - graphics - html - look & feel)
Copyright 1997-2019 The Witches' Voice Inc. All rights reserved
Note: Authors & Artists retain the copyright for their work(s) on this website.
Unauthorized reproduction without prior permission is a violation of copyright laws.
Website structure, evolution and php coding by Fritz Jung on a Macintosh.
Any and all personal political opinions expressed in the public listing sections
(including, but not restricted to, personals, events, groups, shops, Wren‚Äôs Nest, etc.)
are solely those of the author(s) and do not reflect the opinion of The Witches‚Äô Voice, Inc.
TWV is a nonprofit, nonpartisan educational organization.
The Witches' Voice carries a 501(c)(3) certificate and a Federal Tax ID.
Mail Us: The Witches' Voice Inc., P.O. Box 341018, Tampa, Florida 33694-1018 U.S.A.
of The World
NOTE: The essay on this page contains the writings and opinions of the listed author(s) and is not necessarily shared or endorsed by the Witches' Voice inc.
The Witches' Voice does not verify or attest to the historical accuracy contained in the content of this essay.
All WitchVox essays contain a valid email address, feel free to send your comments, thoughts or concerns directly to the listed author(s).