GOOD MORNING! It is Monday...Since I don't have a 9-5 job, the days are all the same...lol So for me Monday is not a big deal. Taking care of my husbands father who has Alzheimers, dogs and the baby goats. Everybody has been fed. Now it is time to clean the kitchen. Have to do this a lot...since we have baby gats in the kitchen...we actually have the cleanest floors in town, since I have to mop them several times a day...lol But that is all part of it.
I've been thinking of what I want to post in this blog. And started thinking not only can I post about what is going on with me...but I thought I could also post some magickal things. Yes, I am a practicing Witch. I use the term Witch as reclaiming something that used to be a positive term. I would say my path is more eclectic than anything. I have taken everything I have learned throughout my life and and used all the good things I have found, and have let go of the things that I felt were contradictory, didn't make any sense in the grand scheme of things and created my own spirituality. Personally I think this is the more healthy way to view 'religion'. Instead of being a specific religion, I think the healthy and more productive way is to be 'SPIRITUAL'.
I was raised in many different religions. Depending on the day of the week and what my parents wanted to do, was what religion we were. In my very early years we were Baptist. There were many periods of time that we were nothing. I think the one I remember the most was when I was about 11 or so, we joined a Pentecostal Church.
At the time I thought it was great...there were no big sermons for me to memorize and tell my father later what they were. It was mostly music, and watching people dance around...and sometimes little old blue haired ladies would throw their canes down and jump up and down talking funny. At the tender age I was, I thought this was great. So I decided I would try it.
So, one day, I thought this is fun I will join in. I starting jumping up and down, waving my hands and talking funny like everyone else was...they thought I was great. Then they started telling everyone what they thought I was saying. I stopped, and said...THAT IS WRONG...I am not saying that...I'm just dancing and talking funny like everyone else.
Needless to say, my father was not very happy about this. He chose to not 'spar the rod', and took his belt off and beat me senseless in front of everyone for disrespecting them. We never returned...I felt it was my fault and all I was doing was having fun and joining in. Years later I would realize, that I was ahead of my own time in calling them on their lies and deceit.
After my parents got over their embarrassment of what I had done, they decided we would go back to the Baptist Church, it was more strict, and gave me less chances to embarrass them. I have to state here, that these are the feelings I as a child had, whether that is exactly how my parents felt...I have no idea. We never discussed it.
I will leave this post at this...before it gets too long and boring to read...
Brightest Blessings and Warmest Regards,
Barbara
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