My Christian name it’s Iria, but everyone knows me by my witchy name Katiria.
Since I can remember, I always wanted to be a witch. I felt it in my soul, in my bones, it’s like tattooed in my DNA. I come from a long generation of magic practitioners, midwifes, and healers. I started following my great grandparents when I was like 6 years old, loved hearing the amazing stories they will tell, my great grandmother was the healer in our small town, an of course I was her little assistance. She will tell me about all the herbs in our garden, so whenever she need it something she would ask me to run to the garden to get it for her. My grandmother was the midwife, everyone that was pregnant will come to our house seeking help sometimes in the middle of the night. I remember our house was always open to anyone seeking help. My great grandpa was always being summoned from the nearest towns, he never said no, no matter how tired he was. Witchcraft was a everyday thing in our house. We had a special room in the house that was sacred, we had a beautiful alter that was clean once a week, it was the warmest room in the house because they always had candles and incense burning. Growing up, my mother keep the tradition going but she keep to herself. We didn’t have people coming an going as we did when I was little. But we did had ghost and spirits in the house. I can say no matter what, we had an interesting lifestyle.