Modern Day Witch Trials

All the witchy things

I’ve been working for the past few months in Salmon Arm, which I’ve coined the Witchiest Town in Canada. From being able to work with and see so many people’s charts I’ve seen the magic that lives here. They tell me it’s from the ley lines near Mount Ida and whether or not that’s it, I do know something special is happening there.

Meanwhile, in my astrology chart there is this little thing called Pluto (Hades) the Lord of the Underworld, retrograding over my Capricorn Moon in the 4th house. For the astro lovers out there, this is about as Ancestral Excavation a mark as you can get. I am here right now to dive deep into my family tree.

Starting a business with your sister will be one way of how to do that. It’ll be fun they said! While it is a blast, many days are emotional and spiritually focused on us both realizing childhood triggers and growing, apart and together. This integration is deep and has roots far deeper than I believe we know. We are liberating something, two biological sisters coming together to step into the light as the witches that we are. Our family, for awhile, thought WTF I’m sure, but they’ve been so supportive. Our brothers share our posts and events. Our dad congratulates us on the hard work. Our mom is our Head Witch really. She is always cooking something up and helping us from the background.

‘Witch’ is something that has been coming up for me - I’ve always loved witchy things, but I didn’t really think too much about it because it was just a given, of COURSE I’m a witch! I’m really truly starting to step into it now. And that means deconditioning from what we think ‘witch’ is - the way the propaganda takes it on. For me, it’s not the label. It’s about being a woman who lives by the cycles of nature and whom works with the Earth and Sky as if everything is alive.

Because it is.

And we are a part of everything and everything is a part of us.

The more I’m drawn to read stories from my ancestral lands, the more I reconnect with this understanding. I’m talking twelfth century historical fictions - and some non-fictions. I’m talking about the Shamanic Studies I’ve been doing around the Old Germanic-Norse peoples, around the way of the Volvas, the ‘witches’ and ‘mystics’ of my ancient lands. I’m talking about the ancient Scottish lineage we have that goes back to men who supported James VI of Scotland - who sounds like a horrible man who was present at the trials of many witches who burned.

Did you know there is a bill in Scotland right now that is aiming to posthumously restore the rights of the witches that were burned. Public denouncement of these witch trials and the restoration of their family names to the families who lived with this shame?

That knowing has energetically affected something deep within me as I go through my own modern day witch trial.

You see, a couple years ago, I got a phone call from a man who said he had papers to serve me.

And I, not knowing what this meant, went into body shock.

I did the bare minimum with my son that day, going through the actions of mom-ing, as reality settled in.

That day there was a car in the street outside of my home. It was an old car, one of those old buick cars with leather seats. A man stood outside of it, leaning against it. He smelled of cheap axe spray.

He handed me an envelope that would change my life. And then he came back the next day with another envelope and said, “I’ve never served anyone two days in a row”.

I looked him in the eye and spoke clearly, “and I’ve never been served two days in a row.”

Dipshit.

I went inside and the words on the papers swam before my eyes.

“…she puts her whims and wishes above our son’s needs”

“…she teaches yoga and astrology” (i.e. basically, her job is a hobby)

“…she built a cabin in a place where they practice ‘shamanic studies’” (as if that was a bad thing…?)

statements coupled with lies about where I used to work and how much I used to make…before I had a baby to think of.

I felt sick. And that feeling stayed with me for months.

My nervous system was in such pain that my hair literally turned white with terror.

And what was so intriguing was that I KNEW the lawyer that was doing this. He had come over to my home before, with his wife and daughter, a few times.

And they weren’t just doing this in Provincial Court, where costs are lower and the playing field is more equal for self representation. No, they were going to Supreme Court. And threatening me that I’d have to pay for it all.

Supreme. Court.

For those days and weeks after being served, I had a lingering feeling that I was forgetting something. That maybe I hadn’t changed my whole life for our son. Maybe they were right. Maybe I did things by the whims and wishes of my own soul and wasn’t thinking of our son first. Maybe I should fall in line and was a terrible mom because I was fighting for my son to be a sovereign individual. Maybe trying to - out of NECESSITY - to become an entrepreneurial mother who could work her own hours - in naps and bedtimes - making myself available to his needs since we had no family in town - maybe that was selfish. Maybe….I deserved to have this happen to me.

I felt like I was going to be hung.

And they rushed the case, so within 8 days of getting served, I was in court.

I called all of the free pro bono, duty counsel, legal hotlines I could and the most help I got was - it’s too fast, you shouldn’t know the lawyer’s family - there’s something wrong with this picture here.

But I had no idea what to do. So I appealed, bought myself two weeks, and then I got a bit of legal coaching.

I showed up in all of my sacred ferocity on the day of my court case, but they heard that one parent was financially responsible enough to own a home and that parent wasn’t me and that decided it. I’ll never know what actually decided it. But I *temporarily* lost my rights to my son’s education that day. For being a gypsy - a spiritual entrepreneur (read witch).

And so fast forward to two years later, I’m finally at a place where I own my own home (with the help of an amazing organization) and I am at a place where I can petition to change the story. It is so common sense that upon meeting with my now lawyer, she said “Something went very wrong that day.”

She also had a breath exercise on her business card and held space for me to cry in her office. It was the New Moon in Taurus - at 29 degrees of Taurus no less - so when she told me her rate and the thousands of dollars I would have to spend to right this wrong, I said LET’S DO IT TODAY.

So while I am here, striving for redemption, I think of the wise women that were burned.

Burned for not doing things the way the world asked of them.

Burned for not following orders from the masculine forces in their life.

Burned for utilizing the inner realms and plant + mineral magic to assist them in the outer realms.

Burned for communicating with people who are not of this physical realm (i.e. ancestors, guides).

And this scares me.

I am not asleep to how corrupt and ancient the court system is.

I am not asleep to how much money this will cost me.

And I am very aware that it could change nothing.

I do not desire to fight in court. I have tried literally e v e r y t h i n g else, including multiple meditations and energy sessions with our ancestors and the Court of Atonement along with hours of counselling and changing my approach.

I am also FULLY aware of my shadow parts. How I can be a bitch at times and how I can be a strong ass fierce woman that will not back down. I am aware that because something made common sense logic from my lens, that it might look different from his. I take radical responsibility for what I’ve done in the past, but I’ve learned and am willing to work as equals now.

So WHY I am doing this whole witch trial?

Not just to switch schools. No. That is petty. That is physical stuff that would bring ease to my son’s life, but that’s not even close to the full reason.

Home schooled, public schooled, however my son will be schooled, he will be okay. Because he is strong and curious and brave. Because he listens with his heart.

But there is something that has stirred in me since this entire thing started…and that is a feeling of ‘this is not Just, Right, or Fair.’ This is not TRUTH.

I have felt the strength of my Grandmothers and Aunties and Sisters and my Children who come to me whispering something that I must lean in and listen too. Something that says, this is about setting a bigger Right into place. That it is about Natural Law and learning what true Power is. It’s about me taking Agency for my life. and it’s all about releasing Control.

The BIG lessons.

And I do feel that for centuries women have been told to stay in line. And then there are always those of us who feel the wolf inside of us howl at the moon and say

NOT ME.

NOT NOW.

This is NOT MY LINE.

There is a deeper voice that knows if I can build a career and a life that truly connects people to the HEART and SOUL of who they are, that that could never be wrong.

and I want that for everyone.

So I have to start with me.

And I have to start now.

And I have to start here.

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