Excerpt from The Green Witch written by Arin Murphy-Hiscock;
“Using the word Witch invariably brings us to the word Magic. This is a word that cause confusion. Magic is not an illusion, nor is it the artificial manipulation of unnatural forces. In fact, magic is perfectly natural: it is the use of natural energy with conscious intent and awareness to help attain a better understanding of the world around you and to harmonize yourself with the worlds energies.”
Since a young age, I’ve felt like a weirdo. And I’ve been taught that being a weirdo is too weird. “Stick to the rules, Jenna. You’ll be much happier if you blend in with the crowd.”
During my goth phase (which I’m not sure has ended yet), the first spiritually charged book I read was Bewitched – Titania’s Book of Love Spells. It had this beautiful deep crimson velvet cover, and the strangest most beautiful art photography inside. Whilst reminiscing about where all my alternative thoughts came about, I had this distant memory of casting spells from this red velvet book.
Some googling later and I realise this book is no longer in print, since it is 20 years old. I found this sweet website that offers only second hand books worldwide, and so two weeks later the book was in my hands. To hold Bewitched again after so long, brought back memories of nostalgia and sadness. I remember reading through it and thinking “This is wrong. What will people think?”
One spell I vividly remember casting was titled Honouring Self. It involved a photo of myself, white ribbons, a pretty frame and white candles under the full moon. The idea was to boost my luck in love. How incredible to be reading this 20 years later and realizing I was craving love for myself. The only spell I continually came back to was about myself. There are chapters on marriage and third wheels, but I had no interest in those spells. At 12 years old I wanted to celebrate self-care without even realizing it. I wanted to give back to myself, honour myself, over any boy in the school yard.
Thank you, Titania. You ignited something within my soul that for years I suppressed, trying to fit in the cookie cutter mold my society had set. This book now sits on my bookshelf with pride, my children can access it whenever they want. This is no mold for each soul. There is only the love and support we can provide while they find themselves.
Am I still normal? Probably not. I don’t think any of us know what normal is anymore. How exciting we are all so different and for the most part, celebrated.
We are the weirdos, mister.