A Cycle Has Been Complete

  

You would think I would be a lot better at keeping track of my own page and blog.

No matter, since the last time I made a post I have gone through a whole new series of events which I know is essential for growth. Particularly coming to terms with certain sides of myself, of career choices I want to make, and of goals I want to achieve. A few things I am realizing is I want to continue my path as a Massage Therapist, but I want to pursue other things as well. Lucky for me they compliment massage, so it’s the matter of time before I start looking for training. More so now since my daughter will be seven this year and it’s making it a bit easier now she is starting to gain more independence.

I am just going to keep it short and sweet. The cycle is now complete. I’m going to be regularly blogging again.

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On the Path of the High Priestess


The first time I have ever had any form of encounters with the word “Priestess” was when I used to play a Night Elf Shadow Priest with healing abilities in World of Warcraft. I know, a bit cliche but for some reason that was the first type of character I wanted to play. Little did I know at the time that word is what I would run into over and over again as I make my way on my own path of magick.

As many of you know, the priestess is the second trump of the major arcana. The next stage of the fool’s journey, she is revered as the silent guardian of the moon within the balance of darkness and light. She harbors many secrets and knowledge, but only for those who want it and will actively seek it. Even still, if she provides you the knowledge she will have you answer to yourself what you must do with it. When she’s not in the right state of mind, she cuts herself off from her higher self in favor of worldly possessions and will often mistake intuition with her ego.

I will be honest, within the last three years now, I have made run ins with the word priestess many times. Particularly whenever I seem to attend Convocation, I remember standing outside the door for a ritual I was attending and everyone kept asking me what is it about and when will it start. The door priestess finally came out which I pointed to her and said, “She’s the best person to ask.” I was laughing to myself because I kept being mistaken as the door guardian. Of course she turned to me and said, “Anyone has the ability to become a priestess.” Ironically, by the end of the weekend we were given charms that represented different tarot cards and of course I somehow ended up with the high priestess. Even this past Convocation I attended a ritual during the invocation of the goddess Hel, which one of the things she said to me, “The gods are waiting for you to accept their calling to represent and be their voice.”

It’s ironic though, after looking into the meaning behind the priestess how much she has represented most of my life. It is not uncommon for people to come and seek me out for advice, especially when it comes the spirituality. I have been called to teach several times in my lifetime and of course my teaching style is discussing with the student until I see a light bulb click in their head. I remember helping a girl feel energy for the first time by explaining circuiting to her in the way energy circuits a lightbulb. I was so proud, happy, and excited for her when she finally got it, it was just a simple fact that energy had to be explained to her differently. More so, I tend to stay in the gray area a good majority of the time.

The title priestess to me is both enticing yet fearful, when someone takes on that title they take on many roles which include teaching, counciling, support, leading, and other important roles. I respect those who take on that title, although I have seen it go to many people’s heads over the course of my lifetime. It is a title I do not feel worthy to take on because I have no formal training in any tradition because I feel no need to adhere to any tradition nor does one call out to me. I do represent myself as an eclectic spiritualist, which sadly seems to be frowned upon by most traditions. There is a reason why I go by the title, “The Backwoods Witch” because people often seek me out when they have ran out of options or find themselves at a dead end.

In due time, I may buck up and claim that title. Until then, I’ll be enjoying my backwoods ready to help when needed. I will continue my studies and journeying until then.

Blessings Come in the Weirdest Ways

I am the type who enjoy the simple things. The silly times I get to spend with people just hanging out and laughing. Watching my daughter hunt for spiders to stick in her jewelry box just for the hell of it. Walks in open parks, especially by lakes and streams. The smell of lilacs blooming in my backyard which I plan on harvesting this year to make lilac water. The very simple things, those that many take for granted.

I have also had weird and unexpected blessings too. One year around Christmas time I was pulled over by a cop right before my work shift only to be randomly given a hundred dollar bill due to our city being given a generous donation so they were randomly pulling people to give it away. Of course I ended up with a flat tire the next week but I at least had the money for a new tire. I had my ball joint on my car break on me while driving once but it was at least two minutes away from my job at the time, I was not hurt, and it was a beautiful day. Plus it got fixed. Another one was I was making plans to go clothes shopping after my next payday and this woman I talked to from time to time randomly came to me and said she was told by her higher power (I’m not joking about this) that I needed clothes which she bought me camisoles and shirts which were my style and size I wore.

Now the weirdest one, which I mean weird. Twice now I come home to find my lawn mowed. I don’t know who it is, it’s not my usual suspects because I know their mowing patterns. It is some simple mystery lawn mowing fairy who apparently knows when I plan to mow my lawn then suddenly I see it done. Now, I have never had this happened before and I usually take care of it on my own or pay my younger brother to at least attempt trying to mow it. Of course I’m thankful for this lovely surprise and if it keeps happening I would love to run into them at some point to give them a big hug and cook dinner for them or something. Especially since mowing the lawn is one of my biggest maintenance chores I have to keep up with during the non-snow months.

This stuff always reminds me why to always count my blessings, especially when blessings come in the weirdest but most simple ways. What weird blessings have you had?