What Lies Beneath

What lies beneath the surface of the peaceful and still lake the colour of an azure blue sky? Or a meadow beneath the heat of a summer sun where poppies and clover and dog rose grow; where bees drone lazily between the blooms and the very air is thick with liquid gold light? A whole world, alive and thriving, that’s what. Sex and death and a thousand things in between. Layer upon layer of the complexities, intricacies and wonders of life in a multitude of shades and colours.

What lies beneath your surface? Are you not more than what you present to the world, more than your clothes, or your hair? Of course you are, for everything is more than what the eye can see and the same is true for the gods too, whether you believe in them or prefer to see them as archetypes or even just figures from myth and legend. There is always something to learn from the gods, no matter how you view them.

When first discovering witchcraft, I must admit I was an atheist, but as I ventured along my own crooked path I began to grow unsure of my stance. The more I grew, the more confident I became and I think this is where my thoughts and feelings towards the gods and the possibility of them began to change.

You see, when we first step onto the path of the wise, we look for information wherever we can find it and sometimes what we learn can be a turn off. I think this is what I went through.

I never believed in the gods before, even before witchcraft. Today though, I am a devotee of Hecate. It’s weird, isn’t it, that the gods you think you want to work with are never the ones you end up working with. She came to me in my dream one night, or nightmare would be more apt, one I will not go into here, for it isn’t for sharing yet. Maman Brigitte is another whom I honour, the lwa queen of the dead (and so much more besides).

But even with the gods, they are more than they seem, more than their stories and legends. We are so quick to categorise this goddess as one of death, or that one as a goddess of fertility, the next a god of craft, or of harvest and so on and so forth, each one given a task, a category. A label.

I say labels are for clothes, not people and much less for gods.

When you name something, it loses something of itself, ceases to be that thing and takes on the limitations of that label.

Read the  stories of the gods, enjoy the stories of others and how they interact and honour the gods, but don’t let these become all of what you think the god should be or is, for your own story will be exactly that. Your own. Discover them for yourself and find what they mean to you and don’t let anybody tell you otherwise!

Discover for yourself the secrets that lay beneath.

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My name is Emma Kathryn, my path a mixture of non-Wiccan Traditional British Witchcraft and Obeah, a blend that represents my heritage. A Devotee of Hekate, my witchcraft is what is needed when needed. I live in the middle of England with my partner, two teenage sons and two crazy dogs.
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My name is Emma Kathryn, my path a mixture of non-Wiccan Traditional British Witchcraft and Obeah, a blend that represents my heritage. A Devotee of Hekate, my witchcraft is what is needed when needed. I live in the middle of England with my partner, two teenage sons and two crazy dogs.
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