What I’m about to say may come as a surprise to some people… I don’t enjoy Witchcraft. I do not find Witchcraft fun and in fact I actually find being a Witch a bit of a chore at times! I practise Witchcraft because I have to, I have no f*cking choice in the matter. Like being gay, I was literally born for it. That isn’t being egotistical or self important, far from it, there are many times when I wish I could just flick a switch and be like everyone else! I was called, being a Witch is a vocation, not a past time or means of entertainment. Yes I chose to answer that call, narrowly escaping a life unfulfilled but in exchange I also chose to make an oath. He offered me a better life, a powerful life, an extraordinary life but in return He expects time when I have no time, He expects effort when I have no motivation, He expects The strongest of will when I have no energy, He expects courage when all I feel is fear. Above all, He expects the best when I have nothing more to give (this is the very definition of sacrifice). There are times when I just want to get a working over and done with, I do not ‘look forward’ to it, knowing it may take a lot out of me. I also know that to ignore the need will also take its toll. If I don’t practise Witchcraft then I am living half a life…something in my blood heard the call but my oath bound me to it. My fate was sealed.
When you hear people of The Faith explaining the seriousness of Oaths, they are not joking, they are not just being dramatic and they are definitely not overstating. A serious Oath is always heard, pacts are always binding and there is always a price!
In this current climate, where social media is filled with people competing for the dirtiest craft award, acclaim for practising the darkest practise, owning the oldest skull sat upon the bloodiest altar remember that Witchcraft will claim your life… the quest for knowledge and power is not so easily visible and can only be proved by a life lived as such.
Do you Dare?