Being a witch…

I am a witch…

… always have been, but as a kid, I was more like running away and not caring about being framed into some shape…

I was free.

Thinking and seeing things, but also, I have learned very quickly to not say everything I think or see, feel… people do not like those who are always right. To be honest, I hate being right too! I mean, imagine you know something and then… and then watching people you warned, following their path… because this is called freedom. They take freedom from us women…

… recently like always…

And then…

Oh yes, those people being pissed at you because you dared to be right, human, woman and a kid… in those days…

Soooo…

I learned what is good for me.

No people.

Only this one, familiar. Herbs, stones, in fact not those expensive ones, no… those which I feel. Same with things… some are triggers. Some are bad. Some are even evil in my inside… somehow they are not mine, they are full of energies, or whatever you wanna call it… see, in the old days, when I had all those grandmothers around me, there were no such words. There were spirits. Animism. Simple stuff, though… witchcraft is in fact different because every witch is different.

I am the one of darkness, snow, dancing in cold, being glad of gloominess… I am that one which is the weirdest. Not the happy, colorful one. Oh no… if I could, there would be long, dark, feathered veil following me…

We are all one and are not one.

We can combine powers but still… none can force us.

None.

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