A Little Magickal History
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Author: Lady Abigail [a WitchVox Sponsor]
Posted: September 30th. 2017
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Silently across the snow steps made without a sound,
Nothing but the imprints of lost footsteps might be found.
For standing under a cloak of midnight blue,
The stars glistened like sapphires within the winter’s hue.
Whispers of secrets and magick released for what shall be,
The coming told in whispers of this elemental release.
A gift a of magick from a future yet designed or pasted,
As the seasons shall turn into memories and moments to forever last.
Lady Abigail Welcher
Copyright ¤ 09132017
Being stuck in bed allows me a chance to do some studying and reading. Researching into my Native American background and history that given to me respectfully and beautifully by my Great Grandmother.
She was the most beautiful Woman, Native American, Quapaw Indian woman, I believe to have ever lived. Whether it was her magickal spirit glowing through or the sweet love within her soul. There was a light within her that would glow of love. I pray unto the Goddess with hopes that it grows within me that I might share it with my family and children, my grandchildren, and you my spiritual family.
My Great Grandmother was small in stature, standing about 5 foot at best. And she may have weighed 75 lb soaking wet when in her long skirts. Her face careworn from a hard life filled with both love and age.
Being from a different time and age she was married, or something strangely acceptable at that time, at the age of 11. Which is a frightening and terrifying thought for those of us today. (But this was in the late 1800s. A different time and a different world.)
Her first child was born just before she was 13 years old, and she was widowed before 20 years of age with 3 children.
She never remarried saying she would never give that much control of her life over to another human being again. That did not mean she did not fall in love or have love in her life again, it only meant she would never remarry. She would however take care alone of her home and farm and property. Something few women especially one of her time period or heritage would be able to accomplish in the era she lived in now of the 1900s.
She was even a suffragette, which alone will take pages and pages of information and research.
She never remarried but when she was in her 60s she took in a this tow headed child to raise. And that she did with within magickal truths and rites, giving me the most amazing childhood anyone could ever dream of.
As a child I can remember watching her as she would sit in the rocker in front of the stone fireplace that warmed our home. I would watch her as she would comb her gorgeous long black hair. So long it pasted her waste. It was deep dark black with shining lines of pure silver all the way through.
Her skin was tanned dark; as a child, I assume tanned. But that's because I didn't realized she never ever went into the sun no matter how hot it was outside without wearing her large head bonnet to cover her face, gloves to cover her hands and always long sleeves. Now I understand it was to protector from any sunlight, not allowing her to get any sun causing her to look darker than her natural skin. This was because of the hate filled prejudices that people had against those who were different. Yes, color in the 30s 40s 50s and 60s even today.
Not to mention the prejudice against those who practiced the old ways. Having to hide carefully in plain sight to help those who needed it. And who were the ones we were hiding from? They were the ones that came to her in the night for help, for readings, and to deliver their babies or help them in healing bought their body and spirit.
I know many times when we went into the small town we lived in, one of many within the Ozarks. Where people believed and treated her as if she was the maid or perhaps my nanny. Something that to this day still breaks my heart. They could not see she was my most beloved Great Grandmother. The person that I loved not only beyond life but whom I saw as love and life. For in truth, life is pure love and when you have pure love you have life eternal.
Some of the memories, the story's she told me that now will bring me to tears as I understand the pain that her parents must have went through. For they were those who were forced to walk what we call in history "The Trail of Tears." My Great Grandmother did not call it "The Trail of Tears" she called it the: Great Migration." Something she believed was actually a trail of eradication. Trying to remove and erase history, family, truth, and knowledge that dated far beyond written word.
But like the histories that she told me in the stories of my family and my many times great grandparents back through the years, ages and time that I still remember because she took the time to teach me.
That is why I am now trying to write down for others so that they might see the true history. History I don't want to be forgotten but remembered by those who seek the truth in all things.
Here is some information I have found and want to share of my Great Grandmothers and my Native American heritage. There is so much more I am learning. And the more I learn, the more I see ahead of me to learn. Last year just before the move here to Florida, Rick found my Great Grandmother in the census records as a child on a reservation in Oklahoma.
Where during the Great Migration her family, (I guess I should say our family) was forced to go. I also know that sometime in this history line they escaped, some to the Florida. I am guessing to the Seminole tribes. I do know later she would end up in New Orleans where she would meet and marry her husband. He was a 'Woodsman of the World, ' according to his tombstone and monument, and 40 years her senior.
Through my Great Grandmother I am proudly a "card carrying" part of the Quwpaw Nation.
The Quapaw People/Nation
(or Arkansas and Ugahxpa) people are a tribe of Native Americans that coalesced in the Midwest and Ohio Valley. The tribe historically migrated to the west side of the Mississippi River and resettled in what is now the state of Arkansas; this migration is the source of the tribe's name in their language which references going down the river.
The territory and state of Arkansas were named for them, as Europeans first learned their name as the Arkansea, the term used by the Algonquian-speaking Illinois Confederation traders encountered to the east. The Quapaw are among the Siouan-speaking peoples west of the Mississippi.
The Quapaw are federally recognized as the Quapaw Tribe of Indians. Since their removal west to Indian Territory in 1834, their tribal base has been in present-day Ottawa County in northeastern Oklahoma. The number of members enrolled in the tribe is around 3, 242.
As I continue to learn and make this magickal journey of understanding, I shall be honored to share and I hope that you will enjoy the sharing. Together.
Lady Abigail Welcher
Copyright ¤ 09132017
Location: Greenfield, Indiana
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