I read an interesting blog post Located here and as I was reading it I felt myself ready to get on the “equality for all…including men” bandwagon but then realised, I had experienced what the reader had.
Around about 7 years ago I joined a ghastly dating website. I had an extremely long profile which was very clear on what I was seeking in a potential ‘date’. I wrote about literature, my love of classical literature and mythology as well as my desire to find another creative person to spend time with. Of course, I was also very clear of my witchery.
At this time I was in the depths of Somerset, near Glastonbury and I was contacted by a man who we shall call The Freemason (because he is one). This man’s profile read as if I had written it myself. It had almost everything I enjoyed mentioned in and in truth I should of listened to my instinct then. But I did not. I was not the woman I am now and was feeling lonely. Through a series of correspondences I had a date with this man who upon the first date bought me a pair of green earrings (green is my favourite colour).
I late realised he had written his profile after viewing mine as a means to lure me in.
I wont bore you with the details, but we began a relationship. He lived in Glasto, I love Glasto and we had some good times. However, things started going south pretty quickly. My instinct was on overdrive that I should end things, but he had weaved his way into my life. He had manoeuvred it so I was working more shifts at my work, but needed him to look after my daughter.
He would tell stories about all the things he had done, making himself the alpha male hero of every adventure. He would tell long stories such as the time he battled an ancient god In Australia (I kid you not) and would call himself a Wizard but would never speak of his beliefs unless I mentioned mine and would belittle everything. When I mentioned spells he would weave long stories about how he was more powerful. In truth, I have more power in my pinky finger than he does in his whole body. Because, dear readers, he is a fraud.
A manipulative man who moved to Glastonbury to entrap and abuse women. During my relationship with him I was approached by 2 of his exes who begged me to leave him, but I thought them annoying exes.
It was during the summer I became ill with strep throat and flu all in the same week. I was very ill. He had always had a high sex drive, but one would think he would understand I was ill. He did not. He would grope me and molest me while I slept, and one night I said to him, “I’m ill..” I had a high temp and had been bedridden for three days. His response was, “I’ll be quick.” Yes, as far as I am concerned he is a rapist and he raped me.
He was domineering toward my daughter making claims, “I always wanted children. I like being able to mould young people.” He surrounded himself with teenagers who he would rule over as some lord.
I ended it.
I was free.
I then reached out to his exes and the stories were very similar. I am extremely good friends with his ex wife.
On one hand, yes I do believe there is a problem in our community of men, slipping in and pretending to be witches and pagans to manipulate women. However, in truth, I believe it is actually a problem with our society. I believe in any community you will get these manipulative men, or women. We need to stand up and say no.
Because of this man, and men like him, there are witches and pagan’s out there who now are aloof and wary of new people and we should be creating a community that is safe for everyone. Sadly, society has nasty people in it, and these people sadly find the witchy community as their hunting grounds.
The Summer Solstice is a major festival for many. But I have a confession to make. I tried, I really did, but I am just not feeling the whole “vibe” of the summer Solstice. I hold my hands up and admit I am rather lapse in my festival worshipping woowoo. I forget dates. But, building up to the solstice,(known as Litha for many of us witchy types) I thought, this year! This is the one I am going to get on board with midsummer.
So it approached, I had plans, I had flowers, I had a plan to re-do my altar, and then it passed with not celebration. Sorry universe, i’m just not a summer person. I don’t enjoy it. I don’y like it. Combined with being extremely pale and made of Celtic stock, I suffer as soon as the temp gets above 16 Celsius, so the idea of celebrating the giant glowing ball of death in the sky just does not connect with me.
For a long time I felt guilty over this. But now, I am settled in my path and choices. I don’t believe you need to acknowledge ever festival or every holiday. Maybe I am lazy. Heck, I know I am. I work hard and love nothing more than curling up on the sofa with a good book. The universe, the divine, the all understands that and knows I tip my hat to the Majesty of the universe when I feel in the right frame of mind.
I am a autumn baby. I love harvest festivals, Halloween and the long stretch to Yule. Those are the times I come alive with excitement, festivities and fun times.
So, roll on Autumn. You wait, that’s when I get my witchy shit together and rock at festivals!
I am ugly.
I am worthless
I have such a weird nose
Look at my odd ears
I hate my baby belly
Seriously stop it! Why the hell do we do this to ourselves.
I am Feeling blessed to have been able to perform another 2 readings today. I truly hope my readings help people on their spiritual journeys and journeys into self worth and love. I struggle at times when it is clear in my reading that I have to approach a potentially challenging topic.
Sometimes the universe is basically saying, “Stop being an arsehole to yourself.” and I have to phrase that in a constructive way. A helpful way. A healing way. When in truth, it really does come down to the simple fact.
Stop putting yourself down!
But it got me thinking. We spend hours sometimes judging ourselves. Saying we’re ugly, or worthless. WHY? I mean, we would not walk up to stranger in the street, push them against a wall and tell them they’re worthless and ugly for 3 hours. So why do we allow our minds to do this? Because, we have subconsciously learned this behaviour from others. During our developmental years, we have witnessed adults or peers being rude and cruel to other humans beings. Our subconscious has digested this material, saved it up and then uses it when we feel at our lowest. It needs to stop. I know, easier said than done. Especially for those, who like me, have a continuous battle with our inner voice. But it can be done, only when we accept ourselves for who and what we are, inside and out can we allow ourselves to truly get one with life.
For me I write things I like about myself. I repeat them in the mirror daily. These are my personal mood boosting affirmations.
So, what do you say to yourself that you wouldnt dream of saying to another person? Whatever it is, be nice to yourself. You’re a person too. Unless you’re a cat. In that case, carry on being an awesome Cat. Here is a kitten gif to make you happy.
Have you heard the saying, “Be the hero of your own story!”?
It is a great saying, and certainly one I live by. But, how about this: Be the sidekick of someone else story
Sidekick? What are you going on about Li? I don’t want to be the sidekick of someone else story! I want to be the hero!
Hang on, hang on.
You can be.
I love the stories where the ‘sidekick’ saves the day. The stories where you know, had it not been for the sidekick, the hero would of stumbled, fallen, and never got back up. Let’s look at Sam from Lord of The Rings. Can we honestly say, Frodo would have reached the end of his Heroes Journey had it not been for the support and friendship of Sam? I don’t think so.
As a lightworker, I have spent a great deal of time bettering myself. Dragging myself out of the depths of mental illness and improving my soul. But I could not have done that without some pretty kick Arse sidekicks. I am very lucky to have some wonderful friends who have fought alongside me during my own personal Heroes Journey. While we may not have journeyed through Mordor, we have gone through some hellish times. Without them, I would never have been able to pick myself up.
So, I challenge you to be the sidekick of someone else’s story. Take their hand, support them and allow them to be the hero. Be the Sam to someone else’s Frodo.
This week has been a busy week for me. I have been blessed and privileged to have gained several orders from my heart centred shop The West Country Witch. Etsy Store
When I began my shop, I did not start out as a light worker. I originally sold baby clothes that I hand made. Though I suppose, even then, there was a little glimpse of the light I wished to offer the world.
But what exactly is a light worker? Or a heart centred business? I am sure many people have many views. For me, a light worker is someone who sets out, every day, to make a difference to one person. I want to make people smile. Having endured some rather dark places in my life and struggle with mental illness, it upsets me greatly to think on those who equally suffer. So I set out to help.
I know some of you reading will not believe in magical woowoo like I do and that is ok. I love that so many people have different views and beliefs. It truly warms my heart. And that warmth is what a heart centred business is. It’s a business that, at it’s centre is the desire to accept, love and help, even just a little bit.
I have been on a strange journey, I never thought I would turn into a light worker. The world darkened me and for a long time I was very angry, lost and confused. Then, the universe/God/Goddess/divinity reached out to me and helped me heal my own wounds.
Now, I set out each day to help at least one person. Even just a little and feel utterly blessed. That is why I always have discounts at my store, as I know so many of us struggle financially.
I am offering 20% off all orders from my shop https://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/TheWestcountryWitch using discount code : 11305. Valid until 20th June!
If you have any questions, or need some advice or help, please message me.
It’s been half a week since I removed Erin from school. While this is not our first adventure into home education it is slightly different that she is now 12 years old. When we previously removed her from school in Primary we went straight into providing a standard of curriculum matching school until she chose to start secondary school. In all, previously we home educated for 7 months.
This time it is different. I have read more. Researched more and realised that Erin won’t benefit if we just recreate a school environment at home. She currently no longer has any interest in reading, or writing stories (which she used to do all the time) and instead is half the child I used to know. Quite frankly. the school system muted her passion. Her energy. Her light.
I need to help her rediscover herself. To find that shiny, bright human who questioned everything.
So we are going to deschool her.
Deschooling is the psychological concept that a child beginning home education after attending school needs time to adjust to being at home, to remove the ideologies of the school environment that have shaped them.
To put it bluntly. They need to break out of the system and learn how to carve their own path in the world. To ask questions, to find passion in learning.
It is said for each year they were at school they should take a month to deschool. We have decided we will take until September before gradually imposing a light academic setting. I am leaning toward the Waldorf system and plan on reading to Erin, limiting electronics and asking her what SHE wants to learn.
It will be an awefully big adventure 🙂