“How tame we have become. How polite about our witchcraft. In our desire to harm none we have become harmless… a witch is what you find at the end of a pointed finger. “
- Peter Grey
And indeed, how tame the Craft have become and should it be tame and civilized? Should the Witch be noticed by its docile presence in the world and its adherence to laws forged in a society in dismay of nature? If so, what is the point of this Craft and Art that mesmerizes the bohemians and free spirited ones in search of their Self?
I took notice a few weeks ago that a spokesman of Traditional Wicca here in Brazil circulated a denounce of animal sacrifice in the name of the ‘old gods’ – excepting African and Afro derived tradition from this – encouraging people to go to the authorities when they witnessed such heinous acts. Apparently some pagan and neo pagan groups had given blood and meat to their gods instead of wine, water, flowers and bread which evoked terror in this spokesman for the ‘old faith’.
Well, this might not be much, but what does it represent? Let us break down this denounce, and please leave out favour or disfavour of animal sacrifice, and entertain me in this.
Here we have a spokesman for an entourage stating they are doing witchcraft, practicing the ‘old religion’, but as far as old customs are concerned they are being seen by the very same spokesman of the very same old faith as uncivilized and abusive – hence the need to be reported to the civil authorities, so, here we find the ‘old ways’ becoming law-abiding and civilized, preferring the tame in place of the untamed – and thus the Craft sees its end in the shape of religion.
Nothing against religion, for those who needs it, but when I read this, I was thinking, is this really something ‘a witch’ would say? And naturally the answers to this question have consequences on the matter, because a statement like this will naturally eradicate any understanding of Nature and the peasant craft bound in families of the Craft, leaving the person speaking such shallow words as an ignorant of his own claims to the pedigree only a Witch will know, understand, live and enact.
Yes I know….
Witchcraft is relentlessly difficult to define…
… and in this difficulty of definition advantage is taken in defining it in whatever way soothing for ones sentiments, sentimentalism or agenda by hungry ghosts vested like Saints and Masters.
Truly witchcraft has is some respect lost its teeth and claw today in favour of many sorts of gnosis that makes the witch an understanding participant in the cosmos, which I personally believe is important, because it expands the essential substance of the witchblood into all eight directions of creation. These forms of gnosis benefit the witch immensely, but a witch is still a witch and the proof of the witch rests in the blood.
Yes, I say blood, and I mean blood, because this turbulent outlandish breed, the dwellers on the outside is not of this world and this should be testified in any witch mythology in existence amongst serious conclaves, covens and families the practice the Craft. A witch is always born and never made; the blood is always quickened and never given. When Robert Cochrane wrote, ‘what I have I hold’, it was this he meant, at least in one layer of this sentence that goes deeper than what it seems.
This thing you hold is what is ‘in your blood’, it is about a particular pedigree that today can be seen amongst non-conformists, philosophers, fabulists as much as amongst curandeiros and peasant healers, because what it always comes down to is that what we call by the name ‘Witchcraft’ is a Natural art. The witch knows how to speak and converge with spirits of nature and how to use and manipulate these mysteries to heal, bless and curse – just like any other pret savan or countryside priest who have a deep rapture with land and Nature. But because these individuals are so submerged in the natural world they of course
Witchcraft in the hands of priests became heresy, because the wild and untamed realms of nature was detriment to the order and greed the Church had set for its own increase of power and following. Heresy was a problem in the Church since its founding, leading to the council of Nikea in 325 that established the ‘true doctrine’, which was exercised as a dogma and from this schisms and fractions were established and continued throughout the centuries.
I will not go into the beautiful dynamic between peasantry and monks, clergy and aristocrats throughout history, just point out that when a group of people stand up and elect a ‘true doctrine’ that later becomes a demand to keep or lose your life as in the 12th Century Crusades and the 10th Century mission in Scandinavia as a few historical remembrances of what happens when doctrine becomes dogma.
Now, whenever a coalition of people sit down united by a common idea, bond, background or legacy this can be caused by a variety of interests, causes and concepts. But no matter cause and direction what always happens is what we call ‘group think’. This is a positive psychological process that unites two or more people in a common ideological field, but the consequence of group think when it is about a cluster of people within a greater field of participants is that a process of inclusion and seclusion happens. This is an almost stupidly simple process of pointing fingers, just like we do in any democratic election.
But the Witch is not a democrat per se and he or she is defined by your pointed finger. So the one a cluster of people sees as being on the outside will indelibly live that fringe and rift of existence where the Witch gains perspective – and understanding, what we can call gnosis through metanoia to invite in such values here.
Because what is the witch and what is its legacy? Serbian myths speaks about dragons from heaven descending and mating with women and Western legends speaks of how ‘the Serpent’ mated with Eve and how Lilith together with Samael produces a unique pedigree of beings. No matter the myth, a certain fire, something sulphuric is present in the very blood of witches, a memory of their legacy. And as Lilith was expelled to the Red Sea breeding thousand devils a day, in the same way the Witch is recognized in its similar exile and condemnation today. A witch will never bow down to social order, unless it is n harmony with the natural order. She or he will become a rebel, because the witch is not about gathering the world into a single unity but to guard and protect its family and its mysteries. This is why any request made to a witchcraft conclave of joining them is looked upon with some scrutiny, because witches don’t gather in orders and councils, federations and governments, unless chaos is the intent of acceptance.
Because the Witch is not comfort, but solace, the Witch is the breath of death and hope given at the same time. It is the invitation to leave everything, but yourself behind as any council or federation is left burning in dogma. The Witch is not tamed or validated, he or she knows who she or he is and holds what it holds.
When Witchcraft turns into councils defining the ‘right doctrine’, they cease to be witches and becomes despots with some sort of agenda because to restrain what was born free is its own heresy in opposition of the dogma that any federation or council establishes. When this happens the conclave of people appointing one another to be those who know better will become a social force and not a natural one and when this happens we are no longer speaking of spirituality or witchcraft, but of law and religion.
At least for me, from my many encounters with the True Craft, I will say that the Craft is not for the one who conforms and seek to rule, but for the one who in fearless abandonment seeks to drink from the pulse of the world, seeing it as its own rhythm. And from this pulse; love, respect, generosity, concord and profound understanding of what moves everything visible to us is understood in a humble enigma of participation and solace, yet always from the outside of the worlds fences and never ever tamed… because a Witch is not of this World, but from the Otherness you find at the end of a pointed finger.