Our modern society exploits these beliefs and uses spirituality as a way and means to sell us shit we don't need. In America being Witchy is trendy. I don't particularly care that it is. I am Witch not because it is trendy or hip; I've never been one to follow the crowd. When I was younger I wanted to have friends and socialize with my peers, but I have found that I felt more comfortable leading than following and sometimes just being alone was best for me at certain points in my life. When I did have friends I had a handful of close friends not slews of acquaintances. I remember being able to find common ground with others, but always feeling as if I never did quite fit in. I'm sure that I am not unique in this and that many other Witches feel and have felt the same way. I am Witch because it is what I am. What I always was. What I always will be.
Just as my life cannot be separated between mundane and magickal, neither can I be separated between woman and Witch. Even though I may have been raised Roman Catholic; I was Witch. Even when I joined the Methodist Church; I was Witch. At my baptism as a Jehovah's Witness; I was Witch. I may have not acknowledged who I was, I may have tried on other religions and spiritual practices, but deep within my essence there was a part of me who knew and understood that I would find my way to where I was meant to be ... that it was necessary for my personal growth as a human being and as a spiritual being to learn and examine other ways of finding peace and love; other ways to experience harmony with The All. Ultimately though, I would find my place; my purpose, my identity and that is Witch.
Amongst the shadows I reside,
With The Ancestors as my guide.
In pensive silence I walk this path,
Imbuing all of Nature’s wrath.
Portents, omens, I take heed –
The modern world with all its greed,
I detest, reject, ignore.
I am not society’s whore;
I turn my head. I don’t partake,
Instead with Nature it’s love I make.
High above me the velvet sky,
Down below the dead leaves lie,
I make a bed with moss and grass,
“Hey world, come here and kiss my ass.”
~ CricketSong, 2017