At this time of the Dark Moon, traditionally a time of inner magic, i would like to talk about the second sight. I grew up in a gifted family. All the women on my mother’s side have the Sight. My mom often spoke of seeing spirits as if they were right there infront of her. My grandmother was often consulted for good “advice”. For many years i thought, perhaps, there was some thing wrong with my Sight, because i didn’t see things as if they were right there in front of me.
My anxiety became worse as i read books about the occult, wicca, witchcraft and the like. These authors wrote as if they saw things with their very eyes! In a literal fashion. Me, i saw things… best as i can describe it, behind my eyes. It really feels as though i am seeing with the backside of my eyes. As the years passed, however, i began to realize that, no matter how i was seeing, what i was seeing was real. My first real experiance with the Sight, and witchcraft as a matter of fact, came when i was about 7 or 8 years old.
My family moved in with my Aunt and Uncle in a 200 year old mansion in Grand Rapids Michigan. The plan was for my dad to swoop in for the save in my Uncles failing company. My Aunt had a penchant for hopeless old homes. Now i don’t blame her i love older homes, but this one was practically unsaveable for some one of our means. The first time we walked through it, i knew some thing was…off. I had been instructed by my mother how to handle unwanted spiritual entities. Don’t fear them and you give them no power, but at 7 years old, thats kinda hard to do.
The house its self was dilapidated to the point of almost falling in in some areas. There was a whole in the roof big enough to drop an elephant through. Half the walls were cracked like the house of Usher, and the coal heaters hadn’t worked in almost a century. As my mom and i walked through, one of the first things i saw was a poppet half burned in the fireplace. (i was young but not stupid i knew a “voodoo doll” when i saw one) at 7, yea that creeped me out!
Later, in the attic we found a witches ladder, and the most frightening thing was the, as ive dubbed it, “coven room” in the basement. In this room there were shackles on the walls (real ones folks) blood on the floors and a whole pile of bones in the fire place. On one walls was a Baphomet poster and in the center of the room a large cauldron. Now with the knowledge i have now, i would have swipped these items for my own, but at 7 my Sight was going nuts. I could feel that these people hadn’t known half of what they thought they did.
They opened some thing and never closed it. I saw shadow people in this place all the time. I would hear laughter and crying in various rooms. I had a man whisper in my ear and would smell food cooking when there was none. This place was my Sight baptism by fire. I also think it was in this place that i first began to feel a kinship with witchcraft.
But my anxiety was not over, after a few years of practicing wicca i began to be drawn to hedgewitchery. I wanted to learn to cross the hedge or the barrier between our world and the various spiritual realms. As i read books on the topic, and some websites, people spoke as if they were almost physically interacting with other wordly beings. When i tried to cross i found that it was very much like lucid dreaming for me. i was still somewhat aware of the world around me physically, but was also aware of a world within me.
I was constantly frustrated because i felt i wasnt fully immersing in the journey. I felt like i was failing some how. Until i started to actually speak with other real hedge witches. All bullshit aside, most shamans will tell you you will, for the most part, remain aware of the world around you. Though, as i had, you will fell almost drugged like you are aware of your body but not fully able to effect it. you’ll know you are crossed when things and people react in a manner you know you would not have thought of.
I also want to confirm for some out there, that those weird moments, when something pops in your head for seemingly no reason then boom it comes true. Yeah, that is the Sight. For instance, i once had an image of my ex husbands face pop in my head with an angery look and he was walking away from me. A few days later he was walking out my door to go see his mistress with that look on his face because we had had a fight. Trust those flashes and you will have them more and more often the more you trust them.
So in short this post is to help those who are shacky on the whole Sight things. You aren’t alone, just trust your guts and you’ll be on the right track.