Samhain and the 'Witch Questions'
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Author: Lady Abigail [a WitchVox Sponsor]
Posted: October 10th. 2016
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It’s almost Samhain and here they come again, the WITCH Questions.
Have you ever noticed, that as fall begins and our energies surge within the mystic powers of Samhain, people want to ask us questions about our beliefs? But not so much those that would bring understanding, but …“Why?” Why we are the way we are and what made us this way? Like something happened to make us Witches. Most questions I have heard and honestly don’t mind answering. That is how we all learn and I do believe that in understanding we will all grow in peace and love.
But for me, it seems we get even more of those questions about the, “When, ” and, “Why, ” of our being Witches.
What Got You Into This Witch Thing?
I am, and have always been, a Witch. Blessed to be raised by my beautiful Great Grandmother for most of my life, almost hidden within the Ozarks Mountains, my Great Grandmother raised up and taught me of magick from within all of her many and magickal traditions. These traditions ranged from Cajun to French and even those of my Quapaw (Native American) heritage. I learned the wonders of magick, healing, and spellcrafting of an Ozark mountain Witch. I was also given the gift of learning many of her Native American beliefs, customs, histories and understandings as I was educated in the wisdom she shared as a Shaman and Wise Woman within her personal understanding and life.
I would have to say that I get many questions every day. But during this time of year I get those special ones like, “How long have you been into this Witch thing?” ( like I took it up last week because I was bored) . And one of my all-time favorites, “So do you believe you can do magick?” Really? I find many of the questions a little rude and showing a lack of understanding.
Recently, while having a conversation with some friends, another person asked me, “So what got you into this Witch thing?” Everyone got quiet and turned slowly, looking at me, waiting for the information that brought about the great revelation in my life. Knowing clearly what they were asking, I decided to follow the question with a question. “I’m not sure what you mean. You are Christian, right?”
The person answered, “Yes, like most people, I think. It was the way I was raised!”
My reply was, “Me, too. You see, I was raised to believe in magick, the Goddess and God, as well as that all things are possible. I was taught that the only boundaries we have in this life are those put on us by others. Those boundaries being a choice, not a rule of life. So, I guess you could say I am just like you, raised in my beliefs and religion as a Witch.”
I have never understood why, when others speak to us about our faith, it sounds like they believe that we just decided to put on the black hat and pointed shoes because we had nothing better to do. The truth is, that for many who proudly call themselves Witch, they are simply finding their way again. I have taught and known many spirited Witches over my life, and many who have recently discovered their magickal ways. They describe it as a returning to a life they knew they were a part of, rather than something new or something they just started. It is simply who we are.
My answer seemed to quiet the person for a short while. Then after a little thinking, came the next question in a slightly snarky tone. “But you don’t honestly believe in magick and that you can cast some kind of spell, do you? I mean, really, you know that is not possible, right?” I had to smile at that question because some people honestly believe this one will stump us or cause us to cringe in our convictions.
So again I answered the question with a question. “Well, sir, as a Christian, do you believe in prayer and that prayer can help or change a situation in some way, be it by healing, understanding, dealing with a personal or family problem?”
He answered a resounding, “Yes, of course I believe in the power of prayer.”
Then I asked, “So you believe in the POWER of prayer, a form much like the casting of a spell? Yet, because you call it prayer and I see it as magick, you believe mine is somehow less than yours?”
His reply was slightly angered. “Well yours is not of God, therefore, it is of Satan.”
Calmly I replied, “Sir, do you believe in a Satan? Because I do not.”
His reply, “Yes, he is the father of lies.”
My question back to him, “Sir, do you believe that this Satan can do miracles, like those requested in prayers, and blessings found in good works, like healing those who are sick?”
His answer was a quick and loud, “NO!”
“Then, sir, understand that the magick I work is for good. The spells I cast are for good and, therefore, I cannot be of this Satan you believe in.”
Slightly calmed but still confused, he asked another question. “So are you saying that spells and prayers are the same thing?”
“No, sir, ” I replied, “they are not. Because when I work a spell, as you say, or do a casting for someone, I expect it to work. I don’t ask permission or that it might work but I know it will work. So no, I don’t believe they are the same but I believe them both works of good.”
With that, the gentleman rose up from the table, shoved his seat in, and agitatedly said, “Well, you are all going to hell, ” and walked away.
My question: Who has the right to judge another by their religion? Or, for that matter, by who they love, their color or what they look like. Isn’t it truly time that we let go the narrow-minded ideas of, ‘I am better than you, ’ and focus on everyone just doing what is right, because it is the right thing to do? I do not need to fix your beliefs, for I have my own and they are what fit my life. They may not be the same ones you have, but they are mine and I am who I am; proud of all the traditions of wisdom and magick that make me so.
My Great Grandmother was a beautiful, full-blooded, Quapaw Indian who happened to be a wise magick woman and a Witch. My Great Grandfather, her husband, was a Cajun man who was half Native Indian and French. My Grandmother added to the mix for my father, by marrying a man who happened to be full Swede. Now add to this that my mother was Irish American. I believe I am the Hines 57 variety of all human beings, with the best part being of the mystical realm. I am fortunate, beyond words, that I am, as they say, both a card-carrying Native American and card-carrying Witch.
My spirit was taught in love by my Great Grandmother. My stories, my histories, and my heritage are hers. For I am of spirit, I am of blood; I am of the wisdom that comes from the past and the future. I am who I choose to be. Be proud of who you are in life and in magick and may we all learn in understanding, love and light.
Blessings with peace and understanding,
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Copyright: Lady Abigail
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