Pay No Attention to the Man Behind the Curtain
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As a little girl, I came from a true witch's brew of a background. My mother's paternal people were Romanian gypsies. My grandmother was from an old noble family from England that goes back as far as King Henry V1. My father's mother's people were Scotch/Irish and came from Ireland with the name of Freeman. My paternal father's people were from an old family in the northern England area who came to America and married a Native American woman from the Catawba tribe.
I was always a bit different as a child. I giggled at inappropriate times, laughed out loud at the hysterics of women, loved trees, rain, wind and storms. I got in trouble for dancing in the rain and running through mud puddles quite often.
Only once did I get to meet my gypsy great-grandmother. She was a tiny little lady with a funny accent. She looked for all the world like that little gypsy lady that drives the wagon in the original Lon Chaney Werewolf movies. She was a delightful woman and wore solid black. When I asked why she wore black, she said it was so she could wear all the colors all at once. She told me a secret on the birthday of my 10th year, the one day I was allowed to meet her.
She asked me some questions and when she heard my answers she replied, "Darling, never let anyone tell you that you don't see the things you see, that fairies aren't real or that you imagined them. Don't listen to the lies of what you are taught in school and what your history books say. Question and check for yourself. And please, keep loving those places and smells you told me about. The earth and the herbs and the water and the air. Keep them in your heart and always spend time in the wild places and the woodlands."
Maybe that's why I became an herbal healer. Nothing makes me happier than to see a smile of relief on someone's face from a natural living plant.
I was raised in the Southern Baptist tradition and believed what I was told until the early 70's and the first hippies came to our church. They were clean, well groomed, hair combed, clothes neat and they were polite. They came in, in a small group, and politely listened during the service.
Following church, my dad was standing in the back, in a circle of men and one of them was a deacon of the church. He said, "Did you see how rude? Come in this church in jeans and long hair! And sandals on their feet!"
Off goes my big mouth! “Excuse me? What did you say? Did we not learn to accept all God's children?” I pointed to the picture of Jesus hanging behind the pulpit. “Does he not have long hair and sandals on his feet? How do you know that wasn't Jesus come in here to see if you were a real Christian? You all are a bunch of hypocrites and I won't be back!”
Therein began a search and many years of research and study, studying multiple religions, even the old now-obscure ones. I found that the old religions were more like what I believed and I finally found the answer to that Holy Trinity question I had for years. It isn't God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost. I finally found the religion I closest associate with. I found the Mother Goddess and the religions that honor Her and give Her their devotion.
For it is the Mother who answers in the leaves of a plant when we ask for relief from our suffering. It is the Mother who answers when we eat fresh organic foods and allow Her to nurture our bodies and spirits. It is the Mother Goddess who purifies the waters of our planet with her body. It is the Mother who holds the seeds that grow into plants and herbs. It is the Mother who seals and holds the eggs of the turtles and the crawling things. It is the Mother who gives food for the birds to eat.
It is the Mother than feeds all her children, the four-legged, the two-legged, the crawling ones and the flying ones. It is the Mother who quenches our thirst with pure, sparkling water. It is the Mother who, together with Her sister, Luna the Moon Goddess, raises and lowers the tides at the perfect time for the hatching of the eggs buried in the sands from the ocean. It is also the Mother and the Goddess Luna who regulate the times of a woman's monthly cycle, causing her to be fertile at the perfect time for her to accept the male seed, just as in all the world of creation.
It is the Mother you hear singing in the wind and calling on the breeze. It is the Mother you see in rainbow after a storm. It is the Mother who brings forth great and wonderful treasure in her gems and stones, in her gold and silver, nickel and iron and other beneficial minerals. It is the Mother who puts these minerals into the sands on the beaches of the world. It is the Mother Goddess who causes the quartz sand of the Gulf Coast to be purified with crystals and gently rubbed off by the moving waters and deposited upon the beach as pure, quartz crystal sand. It is the Mother Goddess who gave us the beauty in our world, the breathtaking and awesomely beautiful vistas of this world in which we live.
To me the Holy Trinity is God the Father, Our Mother Goddess and all of Creation. So I therefore am a Pagan, I believe and love and honor the Mother Goddess and I honor the Father and His place in Creation. But my love and deepest devotion rest with our Mother Goddess. She has been denied and denounced far too long.
Copyright: Copyright: Gypsy Magick Nov. 25, 2012
Location: Mill Spring, North Carolina
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