Weekly Witchy Challenge: Witch Stereotypes
This is such an interesting topic. I gave this some thought. When I was young, like, younger than ten, it seems like I, children and adults around me used the term âwitchâ for someone who had done something cool and mysterious, like they had a secret power.
For instance, if they predicted something and then it happened, or they unlocked a door that everyone had tried unsuccessfully to open. Then, someone would utter in wide-eyed awe, half-kiddingly, âAre you a witch?â
One time, my grandfather wrote my momâs name and her grandmotherâs name over and over. It turned out they were palindromes, and accidentally so. My motherâs name was Mary Byram and her grandmotherâs name was Mary Belle Byram, and those names happen to be spelled the same, backwards. So, he said, jokingly, âAre you a witch?â
So, I think I equated witchiness with some kind of special capability, rather than, say, being a devil worshipper or something negative.
When I grew up and met my first witch, I thought, sheâs a lot like me. But she canât be, because she must be magical in some way, that Iâm not.
The stereotype that I had bought into was that witches had special powers, even if it was limited to a psychic power, and that they could use those powers in spells and make things happen for themselves.
It didnât occur to me that there might be witches who stumbled, or fumbled, or cast spells that didnât work or backfired, or who didnât feel psychic. Insecure people sometimes donât realize other people are imperfect. In my mind, I didnât have any magical power, and I didnât feel like I had much ordinary power, either.
I wasnât about power, as a young woman. Maybe I didnât think of myself as powerful. I just wanted to be loved. I wanted to meet expectations and be considered a nice person. People-pleasing, I guess!
When I became a mother, that was my first real experience with feeling powerful, really capable and brave. I felt like i had the courage to do whatever my son needed. And he believed it. He believed I could do anything. It was heady, that feeling of power!
Have your read or seen Discovery of Witches? If you have, you know the scene where Satu (painfully) unlocks Dianaâs power, which had previously been spellbound in her. And it just opened her up.
Well, strangely, thatâs how I felt after giving birth. It kind of opened me up to other possibilities, too. I felt like I came into my own. I wasnât a frightened young girl anymore. I was ready to take on the world and experience things, like, things I wanted or needed to feel whole in life. Not necessarily the same things my sister, mom or other people wanted. And I didnât need anyone to understand or validate that feeling for me. I just felt right.
One of those things was this spiritual, profound connection to nature I felt. And just a spiritual sense of connection. No one else I knew felt like that (or if they did, they didnât talk about it) although I knew others did. I think it was that searching that led me into witchcraft.
Somewhere I read the opinion that someone said. She said, âa witch is someone who practices witchcraft.â That made me feel included. So, I didnât need to have amazing skills. So what if my spells didnât work the way I intended? So what if I didnât make things magical? I was trying, and learning. And eventually, I began to appreciate my own special powers. I canât draw on them at will â like, I canât be psychic anytime I want. But I have my moments! maybe we all do. And those moments are diamonds! I notice powers in me now I may not have appreciated before. That I feel, more and more.
So I love exploring this aspect of myself. I love hearing what other people do. I decided at some point, yeah, Iâm a witch. And it feels right.