I recently had a consultation with a client who assured me that although they were contacting me about casting a spell, they were skeptical that it would even work.
I understand being skeptical about magick, for a layperson who is not educated int he ways of how spells work, it is an entirely new world. A certain amount of healthy skepticism is natural, even recommended. Use that inquisitiveness to investigate your caster and to do some research on what they discuss with you about your case.
But belief in magick is paramount to believing that a spell will work for you at all. If you come to me and tell me that you are skeptical that a spell will work for you or that you are skeptical about magick in general I will tell you to not bother purchasing a spell. I am not here to convince you of your fundamental beliefs, I am here to cast spells to help those who believe that spells and magick can help them to achieve their desires.
I am not a witchcraft evangelist. I’m not going to ask you to sign-up and join a coven. I’m not going to recommend that you become a pagan or witch or begin lighting candles constantly for every last thing. You come to me and have a need to change in your life and I will help you with spells that will use your focused will and intention to affect change. What your system of beliefs is, is entirely up to you – however it will help greatly if you believe in magick.
Because if you do, I promise you – you will find it.
It is too cold right now for me to cast outside. For most people in the US, they would say of course it is cold – it’s winter! Well I live in central Florida my dears and usually our winter is pretty pleasant. Not quite as warm as when I lived in South Florida, but reasonable enough that I could still cast outside.
Last night I had to be by the window with a mug of hot chocolate, staring at the moon while I lit my altar candles. It was even cold near the window!
I bundled up in my blanket-y sweater, put on fuzzy socks and thanked the Goddess that the heat finally kicked on (after a strange smell – I think there might have been some leaves stuck in the vents).
The heat is still running right now and it is 29 degrees outside. Everything that was green is now brown and dead. I worry for the woodland creatures and feral cats and dogs.
At least yesterday was a beautiful sunny day even though it was very cold.
At one point after I read about the hard freeze warning I also read there could even be snow!
I rarely comment on non-witchy topics on this blog but I had to mention that I recently saw the film, “12 Years a Slave” starring Chiwetel Ejiofor and Michael Fassbender (with Brad Pitt in a small but memorable role) and directed by Brit Steve McQueen. It was one of the most affecting films about slavery I have ever seen and is perhaps the definitive film on slavery in America. It was painful to watch the story of Solomon Northup, a free black man who is abducted from a trip to Washington DC and wrongfully sold into slavery in Louisiana.
Each scene is like a splash of cold water in the face, especially in contrast to the beautiful natural environments which are captured in bucolic splendor. The brutality and savagery of slavery seems deeply personal from this one characters unique perspective, because like us, he was born a free man and never had any idea what life as a slave could possibly be like.
After watching this film, I realized I never had any idea either. This film should be required watching in schools like we had to watch “The Sorrow & the Pity” to learn about the Holocaust. Without such a film depicting the way events unfolded (taken from the book of the same name written by Solomon Northup in 1854 after he was liberated) there is no real way to understand or comprehend slavery in America. It has (to put it mildly) been white-washed from our history.
Everything is all right now, we have a black President. We love Beyoncé. The Kardashians have their TV show and Kim has Kanye and North West. Everything is totally cool, right?
But then there is Paula Deen. Remember what she said? And the patriarch from Duck Dynasty? Racism is still alive and well in this country.
Everything is NOT all right.
Every person in this country who thinks they know the history of slavery should see this film because trust me, you do NOT know anything about slavery.
I’ve lived in Florida a long time. So long that it’s hard for me to recall winter, all the snow, the freezing cold temps in the morning when you get in the tingling cold front seat of the car, how long it takes the heater to kick in, the layers upon layers of clothes (I had to unwrap myself after the long walk to school when I was in college, eventually I became so hearty I just wore a sweater, jean jacket and big scarf, ah youth!) to keep warm,; for over 20 years that has been nothing but a memory.
I miss the coziness of Winter. The fire in the fireplace in my parents house. My mother still offering hot chocolate with mini marshmallows like I was seven years old. Snugly socks and a big throw to keep warm while watching TV. Winter and Christmas – well there’s a perfect match of course. Food tastes better cooked forever, hearty stews and soups and Winter was for my mother, the season of baking.
Being a witch is really a seasonal deal. We abide by the seasons and focus on the “Wheel of the Year” through the sabbats we celebrate. Here in Florida, that covers us fairly well until Fall, though the leaves here do not change we have a kind of Autumn. But there is no Winter. Certainly here in Ocala it does get very cold (not like in South Florida), sometimes dropping into the 30’s and you do need boots and gloves and a coat and I have a plush throw and quilt on my bed. But there is no real Winter. While it snows in the North, the sun shines here in the South.
At night however when it gets cold I do celebrate my memories of Winter by lighting a fire in the fire-pit to assist in my casting. That is my favorite part of casting outside in the cold months (though they are short here in Florida). I build a beautiful little fire and settle in my chair outside with my cushy blanket, a cup of hot tea and everything I need to make magick, which is somewhat gilding the lily since in the cold, by the light of the fire sparking in the night, it’s already magick.