All About the MamaWitch

         Well hello there and Merry Meet! My name is Rebecca a.k.a. MamaWitch. As the name may suggest, I am a mother and a witch. “How did this come to be?”, you may ask. Well, the mama thing I think I can skip the details on. We should all know by now how people become mamas. If you don’t, this blog is too mature for you and I have to ask you to leave at this time…don’t worry, I’ll wait. (whistles) Ok, now that the kiddies are out of the room, we can go on. This is the part where it gets interesting……

        So, as stated before, I’m a witch. I guess I had really been one since I was a young kid. I can remember when I was about 3 or 4 wiggling my fingers at the traffic lights to make them change. My mother would ask me what on earth I was doing, and I’d tell her, “Using my magick to make the light change for you Mama!”. Amazingly enough, it worked sometimes, other times we would be there forever depending on my mood. I remember believing in fairies and other mystical creatures all my life. However, I was not raised a witch. I was raised Lutheran. I’m sure you can guess there was no magick at church. My mother didn’t drag us like minions or anything, but I did get the Bible shoved down my face and all the principles. I was told that I was going to hell if I didn’t do X, Y, & Z…..you know the drill here. I never really felt God in this environment even when we DID go to church.  Now, mind you, I had always been a little psychic all this time. I had seen and heard things that others did not. That, according to everything that religion taught, made me evil or possesed or even worse, in dealings with the devil. Furthermore, if you tell anyone this stuff they think you are TOTALLY insane! As exampled by the time I spent in a mental ward trying to explain what was going on in my head and that it was not just random voices or images I was seeing. Psychologists then did NOT believe in any kind psychic ability. I was an official nutball to them….but that’s ok. I am kind of a total nutball. I eventually learned to turn off my “gifts” and kind of lost a lost of touch with them. I got them back though. From a culmination of these things and a long strand of crap in my life, I was a very tumultuous, and rebelious  teenager. Time goes on, and I grow up. At age 22 I was nearing my divorce with my now ex-husband. At that time, I moved to Tampa, FL and escaped the hometown I felt was constraining me and well, to get away from my soon to be ex. I was living with some girls who unbenounced to me, were witches. We had been up late on night talking and the one girl jumped up and said “I know what you need!”. She  ran around the house and gathered a few things. She grabbed a small box, a piece of wood, a piece of deerskin, a candle,a few small stones, and a stick of incense. She assembled the items on the table on top of the wood. I knew what was going on. I knew exactly what she was putting together and what it was for. Once she got all the things put in their respective places, she lit the candle. It was like being touched by an angel, now I know it was the Goddess. My whole being calmed. I felt peaceful and like the Gods really were with me. I heard a little voice say “Welcome Home..”. The girl who had put it all together turned and looked at me and she said “Don’t you know what you are? You’re a witch! I can see it all over you!”. She gave me this look like “You dummy”. I just smiled and told her, “Yes. I have always known but never quite like this.”

               That was in 1999, 11 years ago. Since that time I have studied everything I could get my hands on, done many a ritual, crafted many a spell, and have even become proficient at reading tarot cards. I fell head over heels in love with the Craft and have never looked back. I love this spiritual path and all of the wonderful things it has taught me and allowed me experience. I’m so grateful to that girl and the first alter she set up for me. It freed my soul.

          To me being a witch is not just about the toys or the chants or the color of the candles that you burn. It’s a part of your soul that you are born with. We all have the capacity to make magick if we just free our minds and souls enough to enjoy it’s wonder. Magick is everywhere and it is in everything. It happens whether we notice or not or even want it to. The magick of being a witch is the ability to see the world in a different way than the rest of the world. To see the wisdom to be learned in every challange that we face. And to have a closeness with diety that others only dream about. Me and my Goddess are one. I hope my story helps you find the magick in your own life. If so, please feel free to pass it on to all you may think can benefit. Brightest Blessings my new found friend!