You've got to be a bit tough if you're declaring yourself a witch. Readers who are out of SF might think, hey she's in the nut and fruit capital of the world so what's the problem? Well, there’s family and their religion, old friends, business associates, new people who are not seeking intuitive advice but coaching only and generally people who if I were to say, “Blessed be, the goddess thrives” would shrink away or burn me.
Yes, a whole bunch of people and since I deal with many beyond the City's boundaries, then I'm vulnerable to ridicule and even, hate.
I've been the target of those who think I'm a Devil worshipper, putting witches, pagans and Wiccans all in the came category.
Yep, trust me, if you declare or even undeclared and practicing as, a witch, then you are subject to all of the above.
But, hang in there if Witchhood is the hood best for you to wear.
Be patient and help others grow into acceptance. Of course, I'm out there - you know what I mean - with who I am. Are you ready to toug it out?
In my story, the main character is bombarded with prejudices but also there are those who "see" her and help her, those who can't figure her out but love her. She is intensely gifted with powers and drawn to a religious way of living, but suffers so many consequences because of both. Sounds like life, eh?
Be tough.
Be brave.
Be yourself.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
More on me, if you wish to see.
I grew up in San Francisco and came from a big rowdy family of 8 kids. We were tough. My father had been an amateur boxer in Glasgow Scotland -- reputed to be one of the toughest towns in the world. He put boxing gloves on his 6 daughters to teach us how to defend ourselves, to feel we could be brave. And, we did. Some sisters are more prone to being tougher but we stuck together and nobody could mess with us. There's a flurry of anger inside of me because my father could be a mean man. I prided myself on being bad -- a tough Mission chick. I've been in enough fistfights, lived through the race riots in the '60's, dated bikers and badass guys. I raised a son by myself, worked a bunch of jobs and went without medical because I didn’t want to do the “get a real job” so I could pick him up from school and spend time with him. I was like June Cleaver, more or less; baking cookies and cooking dinner every night while sometimes as we played with the Tarot cards. Did I ever mention that my son at 4 yr old helped solve a murder case when I was working with the police? Yep, I took the credit though. Didn't think he could take being questioned by the police and DA I was working with. That's another story. Being a single mom was the toughest job I ever had to do. Karmically I knew I had been a soldier in many past lives. Then I had a conversation with a man that I really admire for his wisdom and he asked if I could be a spiritual warrior rather than a physical fighting warrior. I chose that. I chose to put aside my anger (or at least recognize when it is brewing) and use my intelligence and my magical powers. That is where I am tough now -- in spirit. And, a being a witch allows me to be tough, brave, and bold and still a kick ass woman, only in a different way. I found my true toughest was my faith, ability to love without fear of being hurt, trust myself and hang in there with a few laughs, incense, candles and howling at the moon. Oh yeah! And, I still have my sisters to back me up. Witches are tough chicks -- (guys too.)
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