Adventure Time.
Some witches are so hell bent on being “traditional” that they don’t actually give space for themselves to go where the knowledge they seek is.
Spirit is fluid and transgressing. They may be in that spiritualist church. Or that wild hill top. Or in a tavern. Or in a metaphysical new age store.
It makes me sad and frustrated seeing some witches turn their noses up at things because it doesn’t look old or dusty enough.
It makes me sad because I used to be one of them.
Where is your sense of adventure?
You might as well go back to being a pious worshipper of Mother Church.
Why would the Craft, that old shape shifting serpent path, stay only old and consistent?
Don’t you think the Old Gods are delighting in the ingenious ways some of us witches have been working our Craft? That Old Split Foot isn’t jumping with glee at the witch reading fortunes from the black mirrored surface of her IPhone?
Who do you think helped nudge Apple Inc. in that direction of advancement?
You don’t think Juno is there strutting in the Financial District? Oshun in Watah Theatre helping direct the next revolutionary production? Mercury and Dionysus club hopping with their frenzied devotees through the queer Villages? Making out with musty men in the back of dark rooms and giving quickies between stalls while people cheer on and make love?
That Venus and Ishtar aren’t found on the upper floors of a sex club bedecked in red fabrics, sipping Margaritas while some man adoringly kisses her hand?
That Hekate and Lucifer aren’t at city protests, marching with Saint Lazaro through the streets?
Santa Muerte watching over me making sure I get home safely after a night out. Smiles when I whisper a prayer and kiss her prayer card I always keep tucked in my bra when going out at night.
It’s here babe, the magic is all here. No tricks, no gaps. Hidden in plain sight and site. We just need to learn to tune in and see, call their names, be present and ready for an answer. I assure you they are an never far.
When you put your gods on a dusty shelf or sandwich them between the pages of a book, that is when they die. Not for everyone, just for you.
In pursuit of history, remember that it once was current.
Worship is ever changing, and witchcraft is ALIVE.