Today, I had the pleasure of visiting a museum about the witch hunt in Europe and Denmark in particular. The museum is called Hex, its website is http://www.hexmuseum.dk, and it is located in Ribe, 25 km from my town.
It was a thrilling experience, because I realized that most of what I´m practicing within withchcraft today would have got me burnt at the stake, had I lived only a few centuries ago.
Deep injustice is what I name it. Thousands of innocent people and animals were accused and sentenced to brutal torture and death for no other reason than they were viewed upon as misfits in society.
What their accusing community forgot, is that history remembers. And so am I a witch with great pride and awe. It is definitely not the last time I have visited this great museum.
Everything was corona-safe, and they have a really nice shop with many good buys, e.g. books, teas, jewelry, accessories like little brooms, and mineral stones. It is for all wallet sizes including my own. I bought tea.
Now, I´m back at home, waiting for friends to visit. And awaiting later today where I will enjoy my new licorice tea. I need to rant a bit about my love to witchcraft.
It enriches me mentally. It calms me physically. And it nurtures my soul. I feel so relaxed and safe when I have worked with witchcraft, whether it is research, practical issues, or ritual time.
My next big ritual is the Sabbath of Samhain at Halloween. If there is time before that, I will reconstruct my ritual between friends. It has once again been postponed by unexpected events that needed attention.
But I prefer to wait with my magick, until it feels right to work with it. I also don´t work with any witchcraft if I´m ill or have a mentally fogged day. Then, I turn to meditation, self-care, and deep conversations.
Today, I´m too tired to work with any other magick than writing and drawing. My mind has been preoccupied with personal issues, my body feels the drain of the flu, and my soul remembers my late mother.
A true dragoness, a warrior, and a bitch when it was necessary to be so. A loving mother when there was opportunity, and a wise woman, however icy cold at times, in her later years.
Yesterday, it was six years ago she crossed the Rainbow Bridge. It still both hurts like hell and feels as a major relief in life. We had a complicated relationship.
I have taught myself to interpret social signs in people, for my mother may have told me about the ones to avoid, but she could not describe those to greet with joy, friendship, and love.
I was told in school that I was different, a true nerd. Thank you, teachers dear, for reminding me of the great potential in learning to fly on your own.
Ever since, I have strived to live a different life to what I saw and heard from the life of my peers. So an alternative lifestyle is not strange to me at all.
Today, however, I will rest for a couple of hours, draw, and relax my mind and soul for the remains of the day. So be safe out there. May today be a memorable day rather than a devastating memory. So it is.