Z
You speak of freedom of religion. You say “this is their Tradition and they have a right to it.” And this is true.
You speak in generalized platitudes about religious tolerance, of freedom. You say nothing of the pain caused to the individual. My “beef” with Z. Budapest and Dianic Wicca is not one of generalized platitudes. It is personal.
I have arrived at an open Dianic ritual and was pulled aside and asked to leave. Because I arrived in combat boots and a biker jacket (I came on a motorcycle) and my energy was too masculine.
I have been at a women’s ritual where a Dianic Wiccan informed me that I was buying into the patriarchies’ objectification of women for wearing a pretty, strappy dress with full hair and make up done. She said I offended her and the Goddess by being tarted up.
I have been told disdainfully that I cannot be a woman of substance, as I am young, thin and pretty.
I have been told that I am selfish and unnatural for being a woman in her thirties who is not a mother, and who has no strong, desperate… Continue reading
Skinny Girl
I used to be skinny. Downright thin as a rail. NO, I wasn’t anorexic or bulimic, though I was constantly accused of such. Being thin just runs in my family. I had a women’s body and a teenage boy’s metabolism. It slowed down, thankfully in my midtwenties.
This is how Nature made me
But from my early teens to my mid-twenties (and sometimes still) I was bullied, abused and attacked for being thin. Surprised? I bet you are. Skinny women are perfect and everyone loves them, we are so attractive right? Well, that what everyone thought. Which is why they were cruel to me.
I’ve had girlfriends be so angry that I fit a size two dress that they stormed out of the store and refused to speak to me ever again.
I’ve had co-workers follow me to the bathroom to see if I purged my lunch,
I’ve had snide remarks and insults thrown my way for ordering a full meal in front of another woman picking at a salad.
I’ve been told that I am not a real women, because real women have curves.
I’ve had women ask me (in front of a whole party) if I had… Continue reading
A Quick Message From the Otherside
I spent a good portion of the weekend doing castings, reading and just communicating with the spirits in general. It’s the New Year, after all. Also the casting collection got rebirthed over the holidays (blogs post about that to come) so I needed to do a little work with it.
I have a back log of writing due to computer issues, but I hope to get all caught up over the next week.
Any how, this one is supposed to be quick which is why I am boring you with it now.
Last night I tried something a little different. I sat on a High Seat and did a casting. Holy Shit!
This is a public service announcement!
My question: I asked my spirits what they wished for my blog readers (and friends and podcast listeners and etc) to know?
The answer:
Poor self esteem, self doubt and lack of self worth is like walking around on a broken leg.
The approval and acceptance of others does not heal a broken leg. It only acts as a crutch. Yes, it’s easier to get around on a broken leg with a crutch, but the leg is still broken.
Tearing down other… Continue reading
Defence Against the Dark Arts (When You are Locked Out of the Circle)
A young woman contacted me a while back asking for knowledge. Not some Craft secret or anything. What she wanted to know was why. WHY?
You see, she had spent the year or two (or more) being harassed by what we shall call a (demon) nasty asshole spirit. She hadn’t done anything in particular to attract such a beastie. She’s not sure when it found her, but she thinks it started with nightmares that kept her up at night and by the end of it, she was a mess. Depression, lack of sleep, couldn’t really eat. The joy of life being sucked out of her, strange obsessions and compulsions. The constant feeling of being watched.
It wasn’t a mental illness, it wasn’t a physical illness and she wasn’t playing games or looking for attention.
She searched high and low for help and found none. She lives in a large-ish city in the USA, a city with a thriving Pagan community. Yet, there was no help for her there. She went to bookshops and asked for help. She went to Meet & Greet Coffee Cauldron type events and found no help. She went to the local teaching coven… Continue reading
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