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.