Witchy Bitch Credo #12
If you don’t Align, no "Curse" can bind. Curses, alignment, and the rule of 3 x 3. Many focus on this idea of curses, and it doesn’t resonate with me. And by “Curse” I mean very specifically focused energy toward someone or something concerning revenge, harm, or lack of flourishing for another. Not that people don’t set them or try to send them or have whole moments creating ritual around them. I know there are many different paths, and people from many belief systems connect with this as a way to understand energy or tradition. Curses CAN have power if you are aligned with the energy vibration, and/or if you are just on the edge of that vibration and anything around you tips you in that direction. If you are not mindful you can kinda get fucked up in that energy vibration unless you have a super energy awareness. Part of why I don’t resonate with the whole idea of Curses is years of healing and card reading work where people were certain that they had been cursed, but were not willing to look at their own shit and make meaningful change energetically. There are a A LOT of different ways that people talk about how energy resonates and matches with like energy. I usually connect with the puzzle piece metaphor or the frequency paradigm. Energy works like puzzle pieces matching. An open space welcomes a piece that fits... OR You can only catch a radio station that is broadcasting to a station you are tuned to to… OR if we thought of it like climbing above sea level. If we were climbing a mountain and you could only see or connect with those at the same height above sea level it would be similar. Someone can be sending “curse” energy or just fucked up thoughts or wishes of the worst, but if you are not vibrating there it will miss you. They can try and try and you just won’t be a match for it. If you are on the edge or if you are a total match, then yes, absolutely. Curse all day, but if not then not so much. Sooooo when people come to me to remove a curse I have a very tried and true way to handle it… most people hate it. So much so that I preface it with an explanation… which I have to acknowledge is me also lining myself up with those who hate it… see how that works? ...The reason I may have had to explain it over and over or thought people hate it is because at some point I was like, “people hate this explanation and resist it”, and I kept focusing on that thought, and then I got tons of clients that hate it and resist it. That being said, that tenent of energy that what you put out comes back to you is particularly applicable here. It is one of those “rules” aka Universal Laws that shows up everywhere… in almost all spiritual dogma, and in science. What you put out will come back to you. In Wicca or Pagan practices is often called the rule of 3 X 3… what you put out comes back times 3, for good or for ill. In many faiths it’s the “Golden Rule” or Karma … some eclectics say it comes back times 10 or 1000. With an awareness of this same rule we can self-protect. I cannot give credit for this remedy to just one person. It’s a combined set of tools. I heard it from several people over the years, so I also cannot claim it as my own. I can say I have used it and recommend it for over a decade, and those who used it got results. Curse Remedy: If there is a specific person or persons you feel are focusing the curse on you, focus on them for the purpose of this exercise. If you don’t know who you feel is responsible make the focus more general.
At base, if you are aligned with love and joy, fear and hate can not live in that same space. If you are only sending and picturing joy for that person or persons either their insistence on holding on to their anger and hatred will repel them from you OR their energy will shift to a different vibration that is more aligned with love… and your energy… That being said, that last bit would sometimes hang people up too so I think next week I’ll dig into forgiveness.
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 Witch Bitch Credo #252: Give yourself permission to feel and accept the sacred in every everyday moment, and the discomfort in sacred transformation. Moments of grounding with bare feet caressing the earth, and the connected covenant of family giving birth to blissful sharing and magickal momentum can happen during high ceremony or latin jazz... give yourself permission to feel and accept the sacred in every everyday moment, and the discomfort in sacred transformation. We plan out so many moments in our lives from the 5 year plan to the 10 year treatise. Sometimes we get so caught up in what’s on the to do list, or how we thought our lives would look when, that we miss precious moments now. I am not saying anything is wrong with a good plan, sometimes it helps you get where you need to go in the most efficient way possible. And...sometimes we are so caught up in the plan that we miss the journey. We are so focused on what everything should look like that the experience is lost. We walk through life with so much on our mind that we often forget that we are here to laugh and take in a good sunrise… or work to create a beautiful masterpiece of delicious flavors just to devour it. Sometimes the beauty we create is to ingest and savour; to let it linger on our palate and release from our tongue in a whisper … sometimes a shout. It is those simple moments of sacred communion with nothing but the breeze or a shared connection that have the most impact. That perfect synergy created by a brief telling of a story between friends, or a compliment shared that you never knew could be so transformational. Those juicy moments in the making can be uncomfortable to sit in even though we feel them so profoundly. The subtle momentum in the making can be kabooshed by an awareness of the place we want to go, or the moment we just left… or the many moments swaying and echoing in our past. That time where we are present in the rolling build of momentum manifest IS the sacred place. It is the place we dance magick into being. It is the moment pregnant with possibility before a first long awaited kiss, or the first surrender of a place yet untouched. These places are full of electricity, beauty, solace, and synchronicity and … I almost wrote “ease”, but for there to be ease we have to practice leaning into that unknown place. When we lean in to what those moments can be, and really KNOW the gestation is happening, the journey through them comes with more ease. For me, that churning is full of life and promise and discomfort because it is the place at which I have not arrived at the answer. I don’t know the answer… that churning is a molding of clay, a dancing through uncertainty, a deep breath of “I don’t know” before magnificent inspiration. THAT place is the churning of creativity. The well from which we are birthed and all our ideas swirl and tap and wrestle and fight and make love and fuck before they bring themselves fully into the light . THAT place is our power place. Our resonance place. Our rubber meets the road place. Our razor thin moment between and idea and its actualization. THAT place. Our Angels, Faerie, Loved ones, Spirits, Universe, Goddesses, Gods… all those in the Unseen are inviting us to play in this land constantly because they KNOW it will lead to our power and delight… SO... So here’s the challenge: Accept the invitation. For the next week or month, or year… what ever you can bring yourself to commit to… to my commitment phobic readers just try it for a day. Take a moment to breathe every time you see… repeated numbers on a clock or 3 birds flying in a row, a song that has lyrics that speak to the thought you just had, or a scent that you only smelled on a specific person who has crossed over...or whatever everyday things the Universe may be using to speak directly to you. Pick one friend or family member a day to give a call and tell them something you love and cherish about them, something you think makes them amazing, or a memory that you once shared that touched you. And last but not least, add “take a moment to love my life and something I find beautiful in it” to your to do list everyday… The miracles that are happening around you everyday are bound to be noticed by you if you do. Accept the invitation.  Witchy Bitch Credo #301: Sometimes “Fuck You” is also grace. The peaks and valleys of rebirth into our next phase especially when we don’t know what that phase might look like can feel like metaphysical whiplash. Within moments of major transition and shifts lay the seed for our greatest growth, expansion, and capacity for grace; but ALSO for rage, frustration, and anger. In moments of change, a pendulum swing in our behavior or emotions is a part of the rebirth process. I used to have a thing where I wouldn’t set firm boundaries unless I was pushed to my absolute limit/breaking point aka my “Fuck You” point. I had to get angry to set boundaries. They usually came with resentments as well because I’d swallowed a lot of shit I couldn’t tolerate before I reached that limit. I had a friend once ask if it might not serve me better if I could do it without the “fuck you”, and asked if I could. At the time I actually couldn’t. I needed the build up of resentment and anger to be willing to take care of myself. In this most recent round of shifts I had been focusing on finding and leaning into the grace of each moment and challenge. I had been experiencing some moments that felt familiar, and thought maybe that is what I still need to unearth. It had been going pretty well, and then I had a moment where I was experiencing circumstances that placed me firmly in the “Fuck you”. Somewhere in the midst of deep upset while madly journaling I realized my anger and grace do not always have to be mutually exclusive. What if in some cases the “Fuck You” is the grace? What if what is coming up is the desire to tear it all down and instead the “Fuck You” shows up. What if those words... those harsh uncultured unmediated unfettered words WERE the grace? What if the core parts of me had given in and surrendered, loved and lived and all I had left was “fuck you”. What if in some cases that was the closest I could get to a baseline of fairness and love? … What if the closest I could get to some form of compassion was a mutha fuckin' loud ass FUCK YOU. What if it was the closest to peace in route to change in the cases of much bigger systemic issues where the rage or tearing apart the whole damn shebang, or blowing up of a system of deplorable behavior was not an option? What if fuck you was the best I could manage …what if fuck you is restraint in some cases… maybe the only grace I could get to? I never advocate violence. There are constructive ways to channel those explosive emotions AND still let ourselves feel them. I am not saying wallow in them, but we deserve our anger and rage too. That journey through our shadow and our light is necessary. It stretches the edges of our new self. Those stumbles in the shadows that sometimes lead to a fall are so we can find the gems at our feet we might have missed. That painful/uncomfortable stretching in each direction of the skin we are comfortable in makes a space for our reborn self. A space that we can rest in with more ease on the other side of the each shift. And I have to say... my “Fuck You” was always an ending point in my past, but with this realization in that moment it was transformed into a point of grace and a new beginning.  Witchy Bitch Credo #2010 : Own yo’ shit, won’t be no shit There is a beauty in standing your ground, and also in receiving. The flow of energy around us is dictated by many things, but mostly by our own focus. We teach people via words or energy what’s “wrong” with us or our choices. When we own the fullness of who we are authentically it anchors us and others.
Walking through the world, every entity has its own signature, space, resonance. There is a beauty in connecting with those that resonate and vibrate at your frequency. When we are on the edge of a vibration, or at an intersection of frequencies sometimes what feels most resonant with you may not feel most resonant with those around you. In these moments we can stand in our own small quiet voice, or begin to question it. Sometimes introspection, and clarity are reflected back to us from those intersections… and sometimes we were clear and the resistance at the intersection point clouded our mental, spiritual, or emotional waters. When the title "Witchy Bitch" came to me for my book over a decade ago I was tickled to pieces. I remember sharing my new nickname and the partial title for my book with childlike delight.. And getting a lecture in the middle of the crystal store I was working in about being wary of the energy of the words I was choosing. The slightly frosty man went on for quite a bit, and I remember even now hearing it as a chastisement. Thinking back, I wonder if that was the intention at all actually, or just my triggers getting a good solid tap dance activating allllll my shit. I’ve enjoyed using the word Bitch in various ways for a long time. I have some friends that cain’t STAND it, others who are ok with it, and some who love it as much I do. To be honest, it doesn’t really matter what THEY feel about it… my own perspective is what matters in this case. There will be some folx who take issue with my use of the word bitch. I like it, I know the history, I know the uses, I know. And I love it ... Sometimes, and proper context… and never with malice. Ok, fine RARELY in malice... I like it... Maybe like I like 1980s and 1990s misogynistic hip hop; sometimes it feels like assault and sometimes it feels like home, and sometimes it feels like power... simultaneously. All of it together. Because #paradox. All of it can and does exist together as does our beingness, and our experience. Often. I am a consummate paradox of delight and magick and truth and depth and a reverence and irreverence and power all together in one beautifully complicated chaotic package. I enjoy that package. I hope that reading this blog and my book not only gives you permission to be all of your package, but also gives you some tools to find who you are and how to expand that package in the most beautifully dynamic and magnificent ways possible. Also, if you haven't guessed from the title ... I curse like a sailor. |
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