
If you’ve met me you’re probably suspicious that I’m a witch of some sort, I dress in mostly black, I wear a pentacle, I have an extensive knowledge of all things paranormal and occult… so lets’ talk about that.
I was born into a non-church going family. The beliefs in my house were not especially religious but we were intensely pragmatic and frugal. Holidays were basically non-secular and conforming.
My ancestry on my mother’s side is Catholic, Protestant, Mennonite and Puritan. On my father’s side it’s Catholic, Amish, Protestant, and possibly Quaker. Which probably explains the stern atmosphere and lack of humor on both sides.
When I was in Junior High my best friend started taking me to a Lutheran church and I became Born Again. Then we somehow ended up going to a Baptist Bible Camp in Williston, North Dakota.
Here is where I learned that there was an entire group of people who believed the Devil was actively seeking us out for conversion through innocuous means like music and games.
(Insert eye roll here.)
We were taught that when your ancestors died the Devil might use them in ghost form to convince you of an afterlife. To lead you away from God and his salvation. It just so happens that my Great Grandfather died that weekend and everyone was worried for my soul.
Long story short, I got to witness mass hysteria when the entire camp went nutso from a nightmare one child had that cascaded into everyone seeking refuge in the church, throwing themselves on the floor, and confessing their sins. The elders sat at the back of the church nodding in self-satisfaction at the souls they saved via. psychological terror.
(Insert deep sigh.)
When I went home, (and they were glad to see me go because I asked too many questions and was therefore trouble,) I decided to do some library research,(It was 1980 and the Internet wasn’t a thing yet,) on other religions and went from being a Born Again Christian to Wiccan by the time I was sixteen.
I loved Wicca. It was Female Empowering, Earth Loving, and Kind. I felt empowered rather than shamed and I found a connection to the universe like nothing I’d ever experienced. (Other than that time I did mushrooms.) Covens were open, my best friend was Wiccan friendly, and the existence of Circle Sanctuary made me feel like anything was possible.
Unfortunately I also met quite a few intolerant Wiccans, some of whom were anti Male, anti Trans, and anti anyone who wasn’t them. Just like in every other religion/philosophy I’ve explored. There was no one pure religion where I didn’t find some form of hate toward some other group. And what was worse, they had inner disagreements and superstitions I just couldn’t reconcile with Our Lady Science.
I learned a very valuable lesson: No one religion/philosophy is correct therefore they are all incorrect on some level. So don’t be a jerk about yours.
Anyway back to me. So by the time I was thirty-five I realized I wasn’t a Wiccan anymore… I was a Humanist, one who believed in Knowledge and Kindness above all else.
But what of my first love… Witchcraft?
I still adored the trappings of Wicca and all the Witch branches of the philosophy/religion. My identity is very comfortable steeped in the Occult and Paranormal but shaped by Science and Knowledge. So what do you do when you can’t/won’t walk away from something that is so deep within you but you know others are afraid of?
Oh wait, didn’t I tell you? I’ve been blackballed, taunted, laughed at and feared because of Wicca.
Flashbacks:
When I lived in North Carolina there were those that thought I should be ‘burned at the stake,’ seriously… someone who saw my pentacle thought they had a right to tell me that. My first in-laws from Kansas and Oklahoma thought I should have my child taken away from me.
My son was taunted in school when he told them he wasn’t Christian. (North Carolina) His teacher informed me that as a military based school they had a right to force him to pray in class. (Seriously, there was a pamphlet they gave Air Force families in the 90’s that stated religion is Christian, marriage is man and wife, and sodomy was not allowed.)
When I lived in Wisconsin I was more open about my faith and they seemed to be more accepting in return but I kept coming across Catholics that seemed to think it was their job to get me banned from every and anything.
People were genuinely afraid of me to the point of anxiety. One was so afraid she thought I’d placed a curse upon her. There are still several people here who, when they see me, have a moment of panic. And just for the record, I have never placed a Curse or Hex on anyone… nor have I ever threatened or committed any violence upon anyone… ever.
Edited to add:(Oh wait, there was that one time that drunk guy slammed me in the back of the head so I threw him to the ground and punched him, but in my defense it was a long time ago and I was also inebriated.)
So back to now.
When I tried to get a counseling degree I kept running into the problem that charities and agencies were almost entirely religious. The non-secular ones were few and far between or they weren’t as non-secular as they stated they were. And everyone up here is just a few people from knowing everyone else so without wearing black and displaying my pentacle people already knew who I was.
There’s also the small matter of me being a big old nerdy geek. People here don’t seem to get that someone can make a living as a writer or an artist. They also don’t seem to get that I’m a Feminist, and that I only have the one grown child, and I don’t condemn people who don’t think like me. I could go on with this list but my point is that Green Bay is essentially the biggest small town I’ve ever lived in… and I’ve lived in a lot of towns.
Long story short, I couldn’t find an appropriate internship. So I’ve given up trying to finish my counseling degree. Instead I’ve switched to my dream of being a novelist. And what are my first books about?
Being a Witch.
I write about the fantasy of living in urban areas while being Magick. I write about witches, werewolves, vampires, and mundanes. My protagonists are dealing with their secrets, the afterlife, and the challenges of getting by while staying safe.
So yea, you can call me a Witch, but it’s more of my authentic persona than a religion.
PS. I promise i’ll never cast an ill spell and I will always be open to a ‘Well Meet’ and ‘Blessed Be.’ I also won’t get offended when people wish me a Merry Christmas. I will however ask you to refrain from the ugly witch crap at Halloween.
Image is, Fascination by Henri Martin.