Why I am a Witch

[Iriseyes]

This article was entered into a writing contest and won first prize.

Why am I a Witch?
By Iriseyes

In the morning the sun peeks threw the windows of my house filling it with the first breath of magick. The Deities send us loving care each moment of the day. As I get up in the morning I feel the energy swirling around my body as if my insides are an electric company’s generator. The morning kiss of the sun lets me know that the Green man has risen and is waking me up for a magickal day. Every day is filled with magick and is full of the things that are provided to us from the loving touch of our lord and lady. The night fall each night is a glorious time as well; at night my lady shines with magnificent silvery glow and beams of her love shines thru my window filling the house with magick.
Early in life I knew something was very different inside me. As I would tell my mother things I would see she would think that I was acting out fairy tales and needed to get my head out of the clouds, but I knew things were around me. I could see things that were hard to explain, things that the other boys and girls didn’t see. As I was in this alone in this so called fairy tale I was reaching out for answers. I could see bad things as well as the sweet little fae that helped me threw some hard times.
The years of attending church only made me more desperate for answers for my questions why am I seeing ghosts, goblins, bad beasts that roam in the night. This went on for a few years until one day I got so scared of something I seen. It appeared to be a troll with dull red eyes. I covered up my entire head with my blanket thinking it wouldn’t get me under the protection of the blanket, and was I ever wrong those things get in the covers with you. Being terrified I sat and rocked back and forth until I was able to turn myself off, when I would see something I would just turn and look the other way.
Years had gone by since that incident and I still felt like I didn’t belong anywhere. I was always fascinated with witches and vampires my entire life. I even had a witch for a school teacher who I loved dearly, sadly she was taken from our school under the pretences that she didn’t belong there.
A few years ago I picked up a Celtic magick book and instantly felt as if I came home on that shiny silver bus. As I started to study I opened my mind back up and things started to flood back in. I felt a peace I had never felt before. Things really started to make since to me. The fae that was with me as a child were there to protect me from the horrible things I was seeing and dealing with as a child. The “monsters” were real and the ghosts were coming to me for help or communication. This is why I came back home and why I am a Witch.