“One does not become a witch. One is born a witch.”
The young witch distinguishes herself from her childhood. A hypersensitive child, a dreamer, an intuitive child, an empathic child, she experiences rejection very early on because her differences bother and disturb. She is not understood.
Her heart has no limits, she is the friend of wounded souls, of suffering beings. She sometimes shakes in her bed at night and hides under the covers because the spirits also appreciate her radiance.
Her kingdom is the forest and the open spaces. Crowds and the city oppress her because she feels the energies a hundredfold and does not know it yet.
The young witch can commit herself very early to the animal and plant world. Much to the dismay of her parents, she may spend hours in a stream to clear it or clean it up, she is followed in the street by hungry animals and her steps lead her irrevocably to injured animals. Animal suffering is intolerable to her and she may decide early on to become a vegetarian.
Misery and death have always been on her path because she is a healer and a bridge-builder.
She doesn’t care about conventions, she sails against the current, and as such, she is the victim of mockery and mockery. Her entourage would love to see her fall in line, but she will only do what she wants to do, and especially what her heart wants to do. Intuitively, she knows that she is there to help, to relieve, to soothe. She will go to those who suffer, she will go where she is needed and she doesn’t care about money or appearances.
Around the witch’s house, there will often be stray animals. Or wandering souls. Or wandering men. For the witch shines, the witch is a lighthouse, the witch guides.
In the witch’s house, one should not expect a precise and established order, her mind is not at all rational and organized, she is not a perfect little housewife and the living always takes precedence over the material.
In her bed, it is very likely that a place is always available for children or suffering animals. Whoever opposes this principle could well be banished.
The witch has been through all centuries, all ages, all wounds.
The witch comes back from far away.
You who cross her path, respect her, honor her, cherish her.
You won’t cross paths with a second one like this.”💖
Diana Messenger-Becker
