The Reality of Paganism and Witchcraft

When you decide to become a pagan and/or witch, you imagine it to be a wondrous world filled with magical things where you can wave a wand and make all your troubles go away.

The reality is that you just inherit another set of tools to deal with problems. You can see what the problem is by reading the tarot cards or look into the future to see if your spell will work. This depends on how good the reader is and unfortunately I am not that good a reader.

You may not use the tools in the right way. Using the tarot cards to make decisions for example, or there are times I have not asked the correct question.

You could curse a hated enemy, but the curse may not remove the problem or (for example) if you have cursed the enemy with digestive problems then they may take their discomfort out on you.

Then there’s the fact that spells take hard work. First, you have to sort out what you’re going to do and use. Then, do the divination to see the outcome of the spell. Third, repeat the first two steps till you get it right.

There’s also all the research and the reading and learning to do. There’s interacting with deities and the mistakes you make along the way, suffer because of them and have to put them right.

It’s fools like Silver Ravenwolf who write that you can become a witch by reading one book. I prefer Terry Pratchett’s Granny Weatherwax who says “I’m just learning every day”.


Hello Again

Apologies for the enforced absence; we had computer problems as the router slowly died of old age and we decided to change providers and get a new router for free.

This took a while and during that time I celebrated the Winter Equinox by wassailing the guardian trees of my neighbourhood. I am sad to say that the one which was my estate’s has been cut down. However, another one has taken its place.

January saw me do my usual clearout; I went through all my documents, letters and files on the computer and stored on CDs. I also cleared out my mobile phone of numbers I hadn’t used for a long time.

I was going to celebrate Imbolc, but my son was sick that day and even though he napped as usual in the afternoon I did not want to be doing a ritual and worrying that he would wake up and throw up in the middle of it. I felt I couldn’t give the proper attention necessary for that ritual, so nixed it.

I did renew my house protections and made a new Brigid’s cross to put over the house door. The old one goes up in the attic to protect from fire and lightning.

Fallow Period

Unfortunately I have not being doing much of anything for the last few weeks (apart from what was detailed in last week’s blog) as my son has seen fit to give me three hours’ sleep a night, except for two nights when he gave me five.

He has spent a lot of the time when I was awake sleeping on the sofa and yelling because of his teeth at various intervals.


Cursed Places

There have always been places that are cursed : trees which the locals go past at a run, rivers that are known to take a life.

There’s a bridge over the railway line that I used to walk through twice a day. I have never seen it with graffiti on and there have been a number of nasty incidents, including one where a mentally ill woman set herself on fire in the toilet of the train she was travelling in as it was coming into my town and unfortunately died.

I have been advised to do a cleansing, but will have to do my tarot reading beforehand to see what exactly the problem is, as I have never dealt with anything such as this, but do not want incidents such as the above to happen in my town.


Hallowe’en Market

Last Sunday I went to the Hallowe’en market run by The Raven and Broomstick occult shop in Peacock Mews, Leighton Buzzard.

The market was a delight. There were many craft stalls of which the owners had obviously put hard work and many hours into their wares. There were also a few of which the wares were just a piece of wood with some crystals stuck into. Caveat Emptor.

The Raven and Broomstick itself has many wares : herbs, wands, skulls, the usual books and much more. I purchased a box for my tarot cards and while the carving on the box was not the best I had seen, I have been struggling to find a box for my tarot cards for years as the cardboard containing the pack is fast crumbling.

All in all, an enjoyable hour spent and I highly recommend taking a look at The Raven and Broomstick if you find yourself in Leighton Buzzard.

As for Samhain, I am writing this while suffering from the tail end of a stomach bug and while my appetite is back to normal I am still feeling tired and cold, so unfortunately it is a non-starter this year.


Irish Witchcraft

For some years I have been trying to find a strain of witchcraft that is particularly Irish and so far I have failed.

I feel it is time to drop this search and concentrate on doing witchcraft. This is because while such a search usually has benefits because you find out other things while trying to find your goal, this one has not borne any fruit, so it is time to concentrate on other things.

I have not totally given up and may resume the search at some time. If I am meant to find it, the deities will guide my steps. It may be that another is destined to find it and I am not.


Witchcraft in Venice

Last Monday we hired a babysitter and went to the talk about witchcraft in Venice at Treadwells.

The talk disappointed us by solely focusing on the witchcraft courtesans use. For example, up until World War II there was a large Jewish population in Venice and it is from Venice that the word “ghetto” comes from. We both would have been interested to hear about Jewish magic.

There was also (I don’t know if this is still being done) a marriage ritual performed yearly between Venice and the sea which was not mentioned.

It seems that the magic the Venetian courtesans performed is much like British magic, except with no familiars, but the courts were a lot more lenient. The accused would produce witnesses to her character and often got off the charge by playing the “I’m the poor illiterate woman whose lodger has left these books behind” card. The most that happened to one witch is that she was imprisoned for ten years. Her imprisonment involved having dinner with the Warden.


Picking up Witchcraft

I am trying to pick up my witchcraft practices and do something every day. It may be a bit of research, a tarot reading or finding an ingredient.

With a toddler, it is easy to do things if they do not cost a lot of time. However, picking up the practice after being ill is difficult, especially when you have a lot of things to do as I do.



I haven’t written anything for quite some time due to being ill and my son disrupting my writing.

My son has gained mobility and more importantly can climb on to the table where the laptop is which I am writing this entry, so any writing now has to be done when he is asleep.

I am going to try and pick up this blog and write once a week. This blog is written for fun, so the frequency may be patchy. I will see what I can do.


Infused Oils

I hadn’t oiled the wood I have for my stang for two years, as I forgot last year when I had my son.

Last weekend my hubby was available so we could go into the woods to gather oak leaves for the oil.

This is the first time I’ve done it in Spring and I’ve found that the young leaves are better for infusing oils. They’re softer and seem to lend the infused oil a better quality. I’ll be doing this in Spring from now on.


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