who we are.
Growing up I always felt different and discovered that what I enjoyed and believed in was not what all my friends did. When I was very little, I loved fairies and everything magick, which every little girl loves, but this passion did not go away. If anything, it grew. My parents were really open about magick and witches, as they liked reading and learning about it and this enhanced my passion for witchcraft.
Growing up I was exposed to members of my family that followed pagen ways, so experienced pagen ritual, but the moment that really sticks in my mind and too me was the turning point of me moving down my new pathway was being able to witness a pagen wedding. It was so beautiful, and I loved how everyone was connected with one another like a little community, which I wanted to be a part of. So, I started reading about paganism, but it was too much for me as I found it really old fashioned and strict. After this I gave up on this new pathway, but I felt like something missing in my life and I did not know how to fill that missing space.
A few years past and I still felt lost until one family holiday down in Cornwall. I always thought of Cornwall as such a magical place, somewhen I felt at home and at one with myself. But this year was different as we went to a new place, and this place will be in my heart forever. It was Boscastle home to the witch museum, the place that showed me every different pathway of witchcraft. I loved every second and spent so many hours in there. But the moment that sticks in my mind was seeing crystals and pendulums, they just intrigued me so much, so I had to get some. When I got home, I did so much research on crystals and pendulums, but I was still apprehensive if what I was learning would really work. I remember the first time I asked my pendulum something and it moved on its own. That was the spark that relighted my passion to find the path that I wanted to be on and fill that emptiness I had.
I found so many different forms of witchcraft, that it was a bit overwhelming but one day I stumbled over wicca and instantly fell in love with the lifestyle. As I found that it was not as strict as most paths and you could easily adapt things to suit your own lifestyle, as wicca is a way of life not just a religion.
The reason why I became a wiccan was it made me feel so complete, but also made me feel so comfortable with myself and who I am. It also motivates me so much to expand my knowledge and push myself to be the best person I can be. There is also a massive community that comes with being a wiccan, where you can share what you have done and learn from others, which I loved as it felt like one big family. But the members of this community also inspired me to explore more pathways in wiccan like divination, herb, and crystal magick.
The thing that attracted me to wicca is that there was a set way of doing things, but it was so free and flexible to the point that you could sculpt the wiccan ways to suit your everyday life. The fact that its not super strict lets you adapt this which for me made wicca really special and personal to me as you can create and adapt rituals to make them personal to you which makes you more passionate and connect more with your work.
My words of wisdom to every witch for any pathway and experience level is do not let anyone put you down or stop you from following the path you want to follow. Do not give up as you will find your path in the end, and it will be worth all the time you have put into it.
“Ever mind the rule of three. What ye send forth comes back to thee”
I was born into a catholic family. Going to church every Sunday, crosses, and religious pieces all over the house. I never felt right about it. As soon as I was old enough to say so, I stopped going. When I told my family I didn’t believe what they believed it was utter shock to them. Especially my grandparents. (10 years after telling them and I’m still getting questioned why I won’t baptize my 3 year old). I always felt that I had a connection with the earth and felt a pull towards the spiritual realm, but I was afraid to take that dive. A very close friend of mine introduced me to a few books on witchcraft and the occult. Once I started reading I couldn’t stop. It was this undeniable connection. I then got my first deck of tarot cards as a gift from my Aunt. She doesn’t share my beliefs but supports my choice. I still use those cards as my main deck. I have such a special connection to them. Once I started practicing divination and learning more I finally felt free. I finally found who I was. I’ve been practicing ever since.
I was attuned to Reiki level 1 in April 2016, and then level 2 in June 2016. I plan to continue with that to become a Reiki Master when the time feels right. Reiki holds a special place in my heart. It’s a special type of healing, and I am so glad that I am able to experience healing in that way. If you have never received Reiki you absolutely should. It’s a wonderful experience.
I wanted to dive deeper into my roots and find more about my past lives. I couldn’t help but feel that there was residual energy that needed to be cleared in this lifetime. I decided to have a past life reading. I was able to find out about two separate lifetimes. In both of them I was a witch, and also in Native American tribes. In my first one my grandmother was a medicine woman, the village “witch”. She taught me everything she knew. She healed with medicine from the earth. Which explained that special connection I felt to the earth. The second one was very traumatic. I was also a witch. My life ended by being hung. It was then I understood all the residual energy. After that reading and all the information I had received I felt so at peace. I finally understood why I was feeling the way I was and where it was coming from.
I dove deeper into learning about herbs, flowers, and oils. Natural ways of healing, and focusing on my connection to the earth. It was undeniable to me at that point. This is who I am.
I started my business The Green Wiitch in 2019, so it’s still new. I wanted to create and share items from my practice. My favorite things so create are my oils and candles. I love coming up with different mixtures to aid in different areas. My goal is to eventually open up a store front where I offer my products, and also reiki and card readings.
I would like to share with you all something from my practice. My favorite way to connect with the earth is to go outside, barefoot, in the grass or dirt and ground myself. I close my eyes, take a deep breath and imagine roots from the ground coming up and wrapping around my feet and then all the way up my body. Tying me to the earth. I then picture a white light surrounding me, protecting me. It’s very simple , but such a wonderful feeling. Especially if you are feeling stressed, anxious, or not whole. It brings you back. It’s calming.
One thing that I would like to recommend to anyone who is new or interested in learning more. Read as much as you can. There are so many good books out there with so much information. I actually have a list of books in my highlights on Instagram. There are some of my favorites in there.
Thank you all for reading!
Blessed Be 🖤
Young Witch 79
Say: What is your witchy story?
Miss Melinda: I was a strange and alienated child, with a strong connection to the spirit world and to psychic gifts from birth. I spent a lot of time alone throughout my troubled childhood, and feel that the isolation was good for the cultivation & protection of my natural-born gifts.
Like so often in life, my challenges in one area were a blessing in another.
I feel that I carried gifts forward from past lives & was provided with an environment where I could be left alone to experience, develop and nurture my gifts. I was fortunate to maintain my psychic, spiritual & magickal connection throughout my life, rather than lose the connection like so many do after childhood.
Say: Why are you a witch?
Miss Melinda: I am a witch because I was born a witch.
I had my connection, my practices, my beliefs.. on my own, in the woods of rural Michigan. My dominate, local ancestry is mostly Mennonite, Amish & Irish Catholic. This is a conservative Christian, farming community. Although my immediate family was not actively religious at the time of my upbringing, they were still rather limited in their beliefs & lack of exposure to outsider views.
As a teenager, I began to develop my ideas more cohesively. I knew that I was experiencing something larger than myself. I knew that I was experiencing something timeless, something beyond just human minds, something ...more. I didn't have the internet, I didn't have mentors or teachers, I didn't have philosophical or theological frameworks.
What I did have was the woods, and my direct experience. I saw spirits, had precognitive dreams, I had a divination system I intuitively created with rocks, I had memories of past life experiences, and I knew things about people, places and situations that I wasn't supposed to know.
I would spend hours in nature practicing my gifts and allowing myself to connect to something greater than myself.
Say: What attracted you to the ancient ways?
Miss Melinda: When I returned to school after summer break in 9th grade, I encountered a girl who had learned to read playing cards over the summer. She gave me a Reading & it was amazing! Very shortly after that I was given a book called "The Black Arts" by Richard Cavendish. These things were the beginning of my education on magick, occultism & witchcraft.
"The Black Arts" is a book which gives a brief overview of varied topics within mostly Cabalistic practices as adopted by European males in their created traditions of "High Magic". However, it was a great summary introduction to a young novice.
In my HighSchool career I was an aid to a brilliant & lovely librarian who entrusted me with the keys to the "secret" book room. These were the books that were kept in the school's collection, but were not deemed appropriate for all age groups or individuals. This is where my true studies began! I devoured everything from mythology, to poetry, to accounts of popular occultism in the 60's & 70's.
Through my informal education I was delighted to know that I was not alone in the world! There were others like me & there were names & formalized practices we could adopt.
Shortly after this the witchcraft trend of the 1990's began.
For may years I traversed the world of "High Magick" mostly as a solo practitioner. In my early 20's I joined a Goddess driven Coven which I remained in for around 15 years. Recent years have brought me to Spiritualism, Esperitismo & finally, back to basics.
Just like the cliche old adage says, sometimes you have to get lost in order to find yourself.
These days I'm once again at home with my own direct experience, valuing personal experience with, and connection to, the Divine above any specific path; emphasizing the journey of the mystic somewhat above the practices of the occultist.
Say: Do you have any words of wisdom?
Miss Melinda: All that you seek is within you.
If you want to learn divination, focus mostly on your intuition & psychic development. If you want to practice magick, focus mostly on mastering your energy & your mind, if you want to cast spells, focus mostly on raising, directing, and channeling energy. It is your connection and your experience, rather than your knowledge, which will determine your development and skill.
Focus within & know that it will change without.
My Tale to Tell....Of one thing I’m absolutely certain, I never chose to be a witch. As far as I can remember, choice was never a part of it. I do remember trying to run from it though. I remember choosing to ignore the voices of spirits that would call my name as I walked down the street, or tried to focus on my job bussing tables through high school. I have vivid memories of sitting awkwardly across from any potential boyfriend on our first date, and wishing desperately to be normal for a day or two while they got to know me. I remember nervously trying to find the words to adequately explain my peculiarity while simultaneously reassuring them that I was not in fact, absolutely batshit crazy. They’d be telling me about their family, their perfectly wonderful, normal family. Meanwhile I would be compulsively fussing with my napkin under the table, trying not to sweat, wondering how to tell them that sometimes when I get sad the bathroom floods, or when I get angry a lightbulb may burst overhead. I’d wonder, how do I explain to them that sometimes while they are telling me about their day, my eyes may fix on something over their shoulder, but don’t worry, it’s just a ghost. Nothing to be concerned about. Not to mention the fact that every now and then I received the odd phone call from my mother, letting me know that she had “the feeling” that meant someone we knew was going to die. How was I supposed to explain that? I was always acutely aware of how odd it must sound to them, yet at the same time felt it was my responsibility to both of us to be up front. No, I never chose to be a witch, and I certainly never became one. I simply am one. But, I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s start from the beginning, the very beginning…
Before me, there was my mother, and before her there was my Grandmother (God rest). Surprising as it may seem, my grandmother was not a witch. No, My Grami Fran was peculiar in many ways, but she was not a witch. At least, not in the way we know the word today. She was like the rest of us. She was different. One thing that stood out for certain was the fact that she had The Sight. This is something that everyone in our family has. It manifests in unique ways in each of us, my mother for instance can speak to animals and gets what she calls “The Death Tingle” about a week before someone we know kicks the bucket. My sister and I sense all kinds of things on the other side, and communicate with the dead. I’m predominantly what you call post-cognitive, and see the past or things that have happened. My Grami Fran? She heard the voice of God. Or as she called Him, “The Heavenly Father”. Most people think that when you grow up in a magical family, everyone is pagan. This couldn’t be further from the truth. My Grami Fran was devoutly Mormon, and there was no one she loved more than Jesus, and “The Heavenly Father”. According to her, He spoke to her regularly, and told her all kinds of things. He gave her insight into her problems, and when she’d pray He’d answer. She’d be driving somewhere with my cousins and I in the back seat and suddenly announce that The Heavenly Father was telling her to take an abrupt left. We all assumed (as we were tilted sideways from the inertia of her Tokyo drifting at His command) she was just a little batty, but sure enough, every time she listened to the voice in her head it never steered her wrong. That left turn ended up saving us from a car accident.
My mother was adopted, and we didn’t meet my Grami Fran until I was nine or ten years old. My mother had long been open minded, and though she had no idea of our magical lineage and we were brought up Catholic, my childhood was full of magical moments. I remember blue candles full of black glass to banish an unsavory coworker, and her reading tarot cards by candle light at our dining room table for her friends. Though it was “just for fun” we all could feel there was more beneath it. Even my Grami Fran felt that way. She was the first one to put a stick of blue desert sage in my hand and show me how to bless people and places with it. She told me it was what “our people” did, and would do this to every new person who would come through her door as a “blessing” (not to mention keep their nasty vibes out of her home).
When we found my mother’s birth family we got to confirm a few things. First, we did in fact belong to a large Indigenous Mexican family as we had long suspected. Second, we were not alone in being, well, odd. After the dust settled and we started to get to know the family (“Are you double jointed too?” and “Do you have the family ears? Yup! Just like mine!”) they began to come forward one at a time. They’d keep their voices hushed, or look around before saying things like “does anything… strange ever happen with you guys?” Some wouldn’t even speak about it to our face but send us an odd Facebook message. Only a couple of them outright said, “We’re witches!” As it turns out, the whole family is weird. Everyone had “The Sight” and would feel and know things they shouldn’t. We all had a story or two (or six, or ten) about making impossible things happen when we were angry or emotional. It wasn’t our fault, these things just happened. It was like magic.
We aren’t sure where it all started, the only thing we really know is that it’s a family thing. You see, our family history is shady at best. Secrets are buried deep and everyone seems to know a different thread of the story. One night an aunt sent me an odd Facebook message and told me the story of a great great great something or other grandmother who had a sister. They both practiced powerful magic and one of them was a responsible benevolent worker, and the other was prone to using her magic for all kinds of dark deeds. Though the details are lost, according to her one day they had a falling out and the dark sister cursed all the women in the Gonzales line with man troubles. I wasn’t sure what to say. I know we drink a little, but even with that the story seemed on brand for our family situation. These things happen when you’re Latino, and though the story seems corny, and like something ripped from a children’s story, you can’t deny that the women in our family have had a hell of a time in the love department. My Grami Fran for instance, had been married somewhere between five and a dozen times (depending on who you asked, and depending on how you count the men she married multiple times). All my female family members on that side are nearly equally as troubled. Only on rare occasions do happy marriages come (and last) for the ladies in my family. Whether they believe in it or not, “The Curse” is often a topic of hushed conversation between my female cousins. Cue the theme from Practical Magic.
Meeting my mother’s birth family was like coming up for air for me. Though my sister had the gifts, she didn’t like to talk about them or even acknowledge they were real. I on the other hand was clearly and overtly magical. I remember carrying around our family bible and saying it was a “Spell book”. Flash forward twenty years and I’m still using the bible as a spell book. One summer while other kids were putting up flyers offering up lawn mowing service, or lemonade stands, I was asking my father how to spell “exorcist” so I could offer my own services to the community. He told me not to put them up. Flash forward to present day, where I actually specialize in clearing negative entities out of homes. In fifth grade we had to do a report on what we wanted to be when we grew up. I wrote mine on wanting to be a person that accompanies archeologists digging up spiritual sites and breaking curses on Mummy’s Tombs so that they were safe to be studied. She didn’t think I was taking the assignment seriously so she made me write it again. I wrote it about being a writer.
It’s hard to say when I first began using magic. My earliest memory of intentionally using magic was when my parents signed me up for baseball. I hated it, I was gay and nonathletic, not a good combination for a little boy in sports. So, I would make it rain so that the games would get cancelled. It was easy. I just had to want it, and say the magic words “rain rain, come from Spain, and never ever go back again.” Clearly I was not a poet, and yes you have to say “again” like you’re British or it doesn’t rhyme. But I digress. This was normal for me. I didn’t get an actual book of witchcraft until I was old enough to buy one myself from the internet. I gave my mother eleven bucks and used her debit card. The book still sits on my shelf as a treasured memory that I will pass to my kids one day. Through middle and high school I battled with my secrets, and read all the books I could find. I found outlets like getting certified as a Reiki Master at the age of sixteen, and spelling my tests when I hadn’t studied to make up a few points. I forgot to erase a spell once and had a real weird talk with my teacher later, but that’s a story for another time. I also spent much of high school doing solo paranormal work.
You see, all witches are psychic. It just goes with the territory. I received my “download” around the age of seven. I don’t remember much but I do remember a string of pretty serious migraines that happened every night for about a week. I remember lying on the floor crying while clutching my head because it hurt so bad. Then they stopped, and the dreams started. I began to dream about places and things that I would see weeks, or months later. About a year later I told my mom that I thought I might be psychic. She wasn’t sure what to say, but came home from work the next day with an article she had cut out of a magazine. It was about Allison DuBois, a dreaming psychic who worked for the police helping them solve crimes, and the new show “Medium” that was coming out about her. She gave it to me and said she wanted to let me know that there were others like me out there (she wouldn’t discover her talents or family for another year or so), and that if I wanted to I could help people with it.
Even as a child I always felt a great sense of duty and responsibility stemming from my peculiarities. It wasn’t an accident that I was like this. There had to be a reason. I wasn’t given these abilities so that I could just sit and do nothing with them. So, I started doing work to help others early on. I would attempt spells for the few friends that knew my secret all through middle school and high school. I would make protective charms for folks I felt might be in danger, and love potions for my BFF who needed a date to prom. I was about fifteen when I went on my first paranormal “case”. A local business had something in the basement, and some of the employees had felt something with them after closing. So, I rolled up armed with some basic supplies, as much wisdom as I could scrape up from Paranormal Reality Television, and my innate capabilities. I had been seeing and hearing from dead folks for a while at that point, so I figured this would be routine procedure. I had learned how to open The Light and assumed I’d just be dealing with some tricky humans who needed to move on. Instead I was met by an inhuman entity that had taken up residence in a storage closet. I was alone and untrained. Luckily I was also young and stupid so I went in anyway. With sheer force of will (and a lot of luck) I was able to get the entity out. This inadvertently began a string of similar cases and has sense become something I specialize in. Like most things in my life, it seemed to happen by accident.
From there it was more paranormal cases, more spells, and more books to read and study. I made my way through college, and attempted to learn the ins and outs of dating as a supernatural being. I joined a stellar paranormal investigation team out of Portland Oregon about six years ago now, and have been serving as Psychic-Medium/Occult Specialist for them ever since. Now, I’m a full time writer, witch, and paranormal handyman. My cousins grew up too, and are now healers, psychics, witches, and channelers. My sister is coming to grasp her potential, so I don’t feel alone anymore. I got married to a muggle who understands me, and as far as my peculiarities are concerned, things are as they’ve always been. People ask me frequently when I “became” a witch but I never did become one. I never did choose. In many ways, my experiences of being a witch and being gay are nearly identical. Some say it’s genetic, but who knows? It’s who I am, and who I will always be.