I am ugly || Negative voices

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. tenor

 

Be the Sidekick

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.

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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. hero

Light worker discounts

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.

 

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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.

 

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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.

 

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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!

 

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If you have any questions, or need some advice or help, please message me.

 

Warmest blessings

 

Li

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A Witchy view on the General Election

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A witchy, empathic mental health perspective of the general election

 

Today is the general election for the United Kingdom. I feel crap; not because of apathy or annoyance or anything negative regarding the general election. But because yesterday I had a major empathic attack which then caused a depressive blip. I did not sleep well and awoke feeling like I had been hit by a truck.

 

It’s overwhelming me. I can feel the anxiety and concern of millions of people and it’s crippling me. I can feel the worry of those, like me, who are not making ends meet because of taxes, cuts in tax credits and poor wages.  I have tried to ground myself, yet even when I voted this morning I could feel the weight of the country.

 

I don’t often talk about politics but I have been greatly invested in this General Election for many reasons. I used to work for the NHS and honestly, the hard workers do not get treated well or paid enough for what they do. I am a humanist. I believe in protecting vulnerable people financially and medically. I believe in equality and I hate that the gap between classes is growing.

 

No, wait.

 

I believe that the conservatives have pretty much erased the working-class due to their financial incentive to protect the upper classes and as such we have all fallen into the ‘under class’ We just about get by each month. Though most of us forgo meals so our children can eat.

 

I support Labour. Well, I support Jeremy Corbyn. I believe in him as a man and a politician because he does not back pedal nor does it lie.

 

I support Labour because they have historically always fought for the people.

 

I am a witch. I support equality. I support Labour.

 

Home education journey to youtube

Return to Home Education

Education. Not school.

 

Erin was previously home educated due to her special educational needs. During the stress of the year 6 SATs we de-registered her from school. Erin has generalised epilepsy which manifests in absences, jerks and drops. When she was in Primary school I had informed the school and made repeated requests for her to be assessed by SEN for support. I was informed as she was not disruptive in class she would not get funding.

Just before we took her out of school her teacher approached me as there was a school trip and I had to send Erin with her medication. Her teacher did not know she had epilepsy. When I informed her it was documented and that her absences can be witnessed by eye rolling, the teacher said to me,

 

“Oh is that was it is. She has a lot of those.”

 

Yes. Erin has up to 50 episodes. Episodes where she is not conscious and misses words, sentences and conversations. The school ignored all of this.

 

We thought secondary school would be different. She started, she made friends, all was great. Until yesterday. While she had a care plan in place, there was not a day in which Erin did not have a lesson in which a regular teacher was elsewhere and a sub was in place. A sub who did not know Erin had epilepsy and shouted at her for not paying attention when in fact she was having an episode. Then yesterday I informed the school Erin had an appointment with her neurologist. She has had 5 appointments this term due to ongoing issues with her medication. Each time, her meds are upped and of course we have a follow up. The plan is to find something that stops all seizures. She has also missed 5 days of school at separate times due to having several bad nights with her epilepsy which leaves her exhausted. Which anyone can imagine if you have ever lost consciousness. No, her attendance was not good. But, those times I have taken Erin to school after bad episodes the school phones me to collect her. Any way, so I had a phone call which they have stated I need to provide not only proof of appointments but also proof of attendance and that Erin can’t have any more sickness without a doctors note.

You can imagine my face. I was not impressed.

 

Insert Erin has been subjected to bullying and has voiced her opinion several times that she has not learned anything due to several violent students within the class. Chairs have been thrown, tables broken, attacks and fights. I spoke to Erin this evening and we had a good chat in which she has decided she wants to return to home education. She wants to return to her home education clubs. Most importantly she said to me, “Mum, I want to learn things!”

 

So along side my witchery things I shall also be blogging about our home-ed journey!

 

Warmest blessings

 

Li

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Hair is not beauty: Why I shaved my head

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Since shaving my head I have been asked the same questions repeatedly by people: Why did you shave your hair off? Does your partner like it? Are you going to grow it back?

I have then heard the following statements: Wow, you’re brave! I wish I had the guts to do that! It suits you so much!

Here’s the deal. Your hair style does not change your face. It does not change how you look. Your perception of your true self changes depending on your confidence. Hair, clothes, makeup, none of this really changes how your face looks. These things do change how YOU feel about yourself and this is where I have a huge problem with society.

Women are shown from an early age a set of expectations. We see aisles of hair products, magazines promoting hair styles, all with the phrases of, “Feel beautiful” “Look great!” It’s advertising. It’s a business and it’s a load of rubbish.

My hair gradually started getting shorter and shorter over the past few years, with side shaves, undercuts and Mohawks. Then, a month ago I realised I’d had enough. If I had a bad hair day I would feel ugly. My hair had not changed my face. I still had the same face, but the media and society had already dug their claws in and brainwashed me into believing my hair was directly linked to how attractive I was to the outside world, and to me. This did not sit right with me. So I shaved my hair off. It’s just hair.

Since shaving my hair off I have never had a bad hair day, I have never felt down, low or unattractive and more importantly I am finally seeing me. I see the real me. My face is just my face, and has always been the same face. Removing my hair made me come to terms with a great many things, and I do not plan on growing my hair back.  My bangs used to hide my frown lines, now I embrace my frown lines. The laugh lines I used to hide are on full view to the world and I can finally focus on just being me. When I see adverts for hair products or hair styles, using words to lure the buyer into thinking that product will make them attractive, I roll my eyes. You are attractive, your hair does not define you, and it should not define you.

Historically hair was a sign of wealth, the more hair you had, the bigger you had, the higher up you were. It’s been a status thing. So perhaps me shaving my head is a status thing too, a status stating I do not give a shit about how society dictates I should look, feel and more importantly what is viewed as attractive.

We’re all beautiful. With or without hair. Your beauty is on YOUR terms. No one else’s. Do not let them define you.