The Beginning


As with most people in the US of A, I was raised in a Christian household. Not my choice.

Like so many of us in the US of A who were raised in a Christian household, it messed with my mind. More than I ever knew, honestly. At the age of 52 my primary care doctor diagnosed me with anxiety when I broke down in her office. Again. The very first time I’d seen her, three years or so prior, I’d burst into tears and had a heart rate high enough that they slapped an EKG onto me to check my heart.

That was fun.

I was surprised and relieved all at the same time. She gave me a prescription and recommended therapy. I am happy to say that all the above is covered by our health insurance, a privilege not everyone in the US of A has. I am taking FULL advantage of this as long as I possibly can. After a false start with a therapist who did not fit me at all, my second try was a winner and I’m now actually starting to put myself back together again. Its been a long, hard road. Turns out that aside from the generic, garden variety social anxiety and the super-special avoidant personality disorder that comes up now-and-then, I also am the proud owner of some lovely PTSD, straight from Christianity.

And most of the damage was self-inflicted.

My major anxiety is related to a need for approval, love, acceptance. The usual, I suppose. This includes a need for my father’s approval. My father’s father was a Baptist minister, his mom played the organ for their children’s ministry. He converted to ECUSA when he and my mother married. Sweet, I know, but he never did lose the fire-and-brimstone edge to him .Now, they’re both Catholic and things got weirder. But we’ll get there eventually.

As explained to me by my therapist, we humans start to develop our own moral system somewhere around the age of 12 or so. I smothered mine. I forced my square peg into the Christian round hole (why does that sound mildly dirty?) for years. Forcing myself to accept the good girl myth and all the restrictions that come with it. I did some serious damage to my own psyche as a result. Could I blame my parents? Sure, plenty of people do. The truth is, however, that I’m complicit in this, and I know it. I own it.

At the height of my involvement with the Church, I was an acolyte (“altar girl”), a member of Junior Daughters of the King, I assisted Sunday School teachers (until they figured out I was too young), attended youth group weekly, and Bible Discipleship once a week. Fairly often, my brothers and I would be called in to assist at the early services when other acolytes weren’t available. On the most involved week, I would be at the 7:30 am service as an acolyte, I would be working for Jr. Daughters to tend the altar between services and lay out vestments, then down into the nursery to attend to that for the 9:00 service, again, for junior daughters, then I would attend the 10:30 or 11:25 services simply because I hadn’t sat through services myself yet. After lunch, I’d be at the church plenty early for youth group, and then Wednesday nights I’d return for Bible Discipleship. And that doesn’t include classes for my Confirmation.

I was involved.

Not all of that experience was bad. There were some experiences that have stuck with me throughout the years. At the same time, the damage I did to myself, the emotional and psychological damage that was done to me by both other church attendees and my own father are things I now have to deal with. You just can’t keep up with those expectations and live under a constant fear of hell without some damage.

When I was seventeen, the dam finally broke and broke with style although I hid it well. I still hide it well. My parents, now in their 80s, have no real concept of how far from Christian theology I have strayed. Everyone else in the world knows, but not my parents. Not because I’m seeking their approval still but because I love them. My mother isn’t as strict of a Christian as my father is still, to this day, and we’re extremely close. I love them both. They are true believers, and have every right to their own beliefs. But I couldn’t live my life happily if I thought they were on their knees praying for my soul every day of their lives. I will save them the anxiety and worry that I carry, I want them to enjoy these last years on earth.

There will be time enough for them to find out when they’re no longer physical beings.

This was originally published on my soon-to-be deleted blog W.I.T. on March 26, 2023

Rock my World:


Opalite

I have been involved with making jewelry in some form almost as long as I have been involved in alternative religions/Witchcraft. Almost. I got involved with a friend of mine in college doing a painted jewelry, so that would date me at about 30 years, give or take, of jewelry making. I tried to fix jewelry even before that, and made a few things as well. With no knowledge of hobby stores, jump hoops, clasps, or much of anything “professional,” I stripped baggie ties to use the wire with beads from broken necklaces. I guess I was “destined” for it or something. Or maybe I just inherited my grandma’s crafting gene/bug/disease. Not sure. That same grandma was a florist who had a membership for years to the “Mineral of the Month Club.” I wish it still existed! Her collection was part of my inheritance. Unfortunately, many of the specimens lost their boxes and cotton inserts, as well as labels, as they were tossed from one storage closet to another. That journey began only about five years ago when my Dad started cleaning out his own collections.

Fortunately, my own journey into the world of crystals and rocks had already begun before my dad started cleaning out his attic. In my 30s I had started making jewelry again, this time with semi-precious beads and Czech pressed glass accents. I’d found my niche. Unfortunately, as far as spiritual/magical uses go, my studies had all gone into my first love, herbalism. As I peddled my wares at a weekly outdoor market, I found myself fairly consistently asked what this stone or that gem was used for. So I found myself researching the metaphysical properties just to be able to answer questions.

Low grade opal, aka opalite

With all this, I’ve got more than a little background now in researching the metaphysical uses of stones, and somewhere around 20 years of working with them now, so I’ve picked up a thing or two here or there. I thought I’d start with the bullshit, though, set some of the records straight. There are some good websites out there, and there are some horrible ones. Its easy to find hundreds of properties for every mineral known to mankind, but a little harder to find sites that will give the hard, cold truth.

Therefore, we’re starting this adventure with Opalite. The term “opalite” can refer to two different “stones.” There is the natural crystal, which is a low-grade opal stone.

The other item referred to as “Opalite” is glass. Yep, glass. Absolutely synthetic.

Opalite, not even close to natural, and not even remotely related to opal

At least you might know what you’re getting into. I don’t blame anyone for buying opalite, it is gorgeous. I work with it, myself. I wear it sometimes. I make jewelry out of it. I am aware, however, of what it really is, and I know what to expect energetically from it.

What you can use opalite for honestly depends first and foremost on your own perspective on why minerals do what they do.

Most people I know using minerals in some sort of metaphysical way work under the principle that they somehow emit, transmit, or even magnify energy. This is seen specifically with crystalline minerals. Clear or rock crystal, in particular, is often cited as its a clear case of the metaphysical mimicking the physical. After all, crystals were used in the very first radios.

Now this is an old school radio

Then there’s the atomic theory. Everything, every single thing in this universe that we know if, is comprised of atoms. Atoms that are always moving. Always. Even in solid matter, they are constantly swimming around. Or flying. Depends on how you visualize it, I suppose. In this theory, the atoms are therefore bumping into anything they come in contact with. In the case of jewelry, your skin. The air. The desk. Anything an object touches will be touched by its atoms.

The effects of the atom theory, which is where I stand on minerals and their uses, makes it a very, very, very slow affect. Which is how I look at it. I don’t believe crystals are going to have an abrupt effect in most cases. There is one notable exception on my own part, but I’ll save that for later. It might make me change to the energy theory some day. Time will tell. Perhaps the truth is actually a blend of the two.

At any rate, opalite is even more interesting in the atomic theory because glass is not solid. Its a liquid. Which would imply that the atoms in glass are moving faster than the atoms in rocks. Hard to believe any of that, I know. If you’re lucky enough to live near some extremely old buildings (like ancient, even) you might be able to witness this yourself. Ancient windows will be thicker at the bottom as the glass molecules have slowly, imperceptibly slid down to the bottom, making the bottom of the window thicker than the glass at the top.

However, glass is, at the end of the day, non-conducive, rendering the energetic theory a little difficult to fit into any uses of opalite on a metaphysical level. It insulates, it doesn’t transmit.

As it is insulating, opalite can have at least a symbolic use for protection. Insulating the wearer from bad juju and negative vibes. If you work with color, depending on the hues of the opalite, it can be an extremely uplifting and happy object to work with as well. Like a cocoon of happiness.

Because I’m an absolute pendulum addict, my all-time favorite use of opalite has to be for pendulums. When you want an answer from yourself, there is nothing better. No other entity or spirit will be able to interfere. I highly recommend using opalite pendulum when you’re trying to talk to your inner child, your higher self, your subconscious, or your Will. When you need to know what you really think or want, an opalite pendulum is what you ought to reach for.

The Opalite Pendulum: Practical and alluring!

I have heard it said that every plant has its use. I find that to be true, in general, of every object on earth, whether natural or man made. Just because something isn’t natural is no reason to snub it. There’s also no reason to make up grandiose uses that have no real basis in reality just to sell a product. “Thanks, capitalism!” Keep your eyes open because in these studies there are as many people with serious intent as there are people looking to make a buck off of people with serious intent.

Everything on this planet, and likely everything in the universe, has its use. Whether man made or synthetic, it all has some sort of value to it. Not always metaphysical, for sure, but always useful in some way or other. In the case of opalite, it does happen to have some legitimate metaphysical uses, at least in my practice. I think like a witch, its just a different way of looking at what is around you, and making the most of it.

The Laws


Yes, there are laws in witchcraft. Not that “threefold” thing. That’s Wiccan, Wiccan only, and not even all of them. Some day I might even tackle how that happened, but this is not that day.

No, today I’m going to talk about those layers I mentioned. Y’know, layers. Like an onion.

Layering, much like onion, can give flavor and a little kick to your spellwork. It makes it yours, makes it unique, and covers more bases. Because as much as knowing what you want from it, and setting those intentions is absolutely necessary, layering just makes it that much better.

Unfortunately, because witchcraft, spellwork, and all kinds of magick in general, is largely self-taught, even the most practiced of practitioners will miss things in their studies. For instance, I’ve known many avowed Wiccans who had no idea who Aradia is supposed to have been, and never read about the roots of Wicca. Granted, it has changed a lot even just in my own lifetime, but it seems like now people just go straight to Llewellyn books or the latest Witchtok craze for their knowledge. Which is fine, you’ll make it, but if you want more, stay tuned.

The Laws I’m talking about here were first formulated only about a hundred years ago or so. I don’t remember who penned it first, but I came in contact with it through James Frazer’s The Golden Bough. Seems like this volume is out of vogue these days, and I can’t say I blame anyone for skipping it. But you’re missing some absolute gems. The Laws have been modified and added to over the years, so we’ve got a more comprehensive set of additional layers for our use.

I’m going to start here with one that’s likely the most obvious, and you’re probably more than adequately familiar with the concept. The Law of Similarity.

This is the basis for why most statues not only represent gods/goddesses, but are used as gods/goddesses in worship. Why symbols for peace represent peace. The color green is used for prosperity magic sometimes because, well, money is green, at least in the States. In a different time, prosperity magic would be represented by the color green because green is tied to healthy, fertile, living plants and a farmer’s prosperity was inevitably tied to the land and the fertility of it and his animals.

As this represents Mother Mary, She could actually be watching you, thanks to the Law of Similarity

A poppet looks like a person, so its used to represent a person. The more similar it is to the person, the more accurate the spell will find its intended target. This is why a picture or the date of birth or full name of the person is so useful when creating a poppet. Candles shaped like people, or like body parts, are similar to what you’re trying to enchant, so they represent that person or body part you’re trying to heal, curse, control, what-have-you.

So a thing becomes a thing. They are similar therefore you can substitute one for the other. Its just that simple. Laws don’t have to be complicated to work. When you know the laws though, and you know how to use them, they will only make your Work better.

Good Intentions in Witchcraft


My daughters are the sole reason I found myself with a TikTok account. I’ve been fairly burnt out on social media for a few years now, and going thru the depths of APD in general, making me uninterested (to say the least) in meeting new people or socializing much, either in person or online. But someone was being mean to Panda.

Mama Bear woke up to come out to “play.”

There are few things in this life that I have a lot of confidence in. My ability to verbally or literally defend (or offend) is one of them. I have a knack. A way of using words as a weapon. Most of the time I let things go, but every now and then I enjoy it, I’ll admit. I really enjoy verbal sparring when its in defense of a loved one.

By the time I’d set my account up, however, the drama had already subsided. When I took a look-see at the bully’s account, I realized that this particular person pretty much makes a habit of going off on people, and the furor dies down when she finds someone else to get mad with. Its a habit with that one. But as I was already there, I decided to take a look around. I’ve heard things, after all, about “witchtok,” that made me think I’d h ave a great laugh or ten.

Honestly, I did, and I still do. Sometimes I laugh with people and sometimes at them. It is what it is. But I’ve discovered a lot of creators who actually do know what they’re talking about. I’ve had to admit I’m at that place in my life where it gets hard to admit that people much, much younger actually don’t need my “guidance.” Its hard for older people to let go of being the “expert.” Don’t get me wrong, sometimes I still am, I have my strengths. But Millennials are all grown-up adults now, and I had to step back and realize that. They’re not children anymore, and I need to treat them like the adults they are, even when they don’t look old enough to drive.

Getting old sucks.

As a result of all this ticking and tocking, I am now slightly more up on what fads and phases are going on in the witchy/spooky/magical internet circles. This is where the whole “intentions” thing comes in.

Some would have you believe that “intentions,” are all you ever really need to get it done.

Don’t get me wrong, intentions are absolutely necessary. More than necessary, there is no point at all in doing witchcraft or spellwork or spirit work or what have you without intentions. That would imply you had no idea at all why you were doing it, so why would you? I wouldn’t.

And yes, you can go a really, really, really long way with Intentions. I’ve even accidentally caused things with focused intentions that weren’t, in my mind, serious. More of a fantasy, made of anger or irritation, which seemingly spontaneously exploded into reality. Honestly, I think this is why some religions will warn of not even thinking of sin, but that’s a different story.

So yes, intentions alone can work. Sometimes. If you’ve a very strong, developed will, and very little self-doubt, they’ll work better for you than for others for whom it will barely ever work.

If you’re serious about your craft, or art, you’ll want more than just intentions. This is where all those other things come in; chants, scents, plants, candles, colors, astrology, and all the other trappings of magic. Some people would have you believe they’re totally unnecessary. Depending on your point of view, they might only exist to make you feel and believe that the magic is working because its all coming from your own mind anyway. Fine. If that’s the way you want to think of it.

For me, however, each layer has more to contribute to the over-all work. When you combine more senses, and more layers to your Works, they will pack a lot more punch. Maybe you don’t always need a lot of layers. I don’t. But if you’re doing something serious, the more you can add, the better.

Never ignore your intentions, you’ll go nowhere without them. But don’t ignore the layers, either.