So, let's get back to the basics. I found the time to read over emails I have received, concerning the book I wrote At the Edge. I am grateful. The words put me in a better head space.
Debbie at Inner Vision Psychic endorsed my magic & realism book At the Edge, and as she travels across the country At the Edge, is finding its way in the hands of my target audience.
For those who wished to know more about the theory behind the Craft, I would like to share with you part of Chapter Thirteen when Carm is invited to her first Psychic fair/Witch fair and her mind is open to a new way knowing.
out what you want and what you will let go. Right now, you need
your support system. You need your family.”
Carm fumbled in her pocket and found her cigarette pack. She
lit a smoke, and then exhaled. Her voice dropped a little, “I don’t
want to think about this all the time. I don’t want to sleep, because
when I do, I dream of the life I had.”
Gretchen turned to her and said, “Imagine the life you want to
live when you go to bed. See yourself living that life. By making
well thought out decisions about what you want and desire, you
can focus your attention on what you can do to accomplish this.”
“I’ve got to go,” she said, burned out and anxious to do a line.
“Where are you headed?”
Carm answered without looking at her, “Home.”
“I’m going to the Witches Fair. There will be so many one-of-akind
pagan-made items for all spellcraft and ritual needs. Would you come with me? It is a short walk away.”
With a strong sniff, Carm cleared her nostrils. “I plan to take tonight to relax and chill,” she said stubbornly.
“The Witches Fair may seem trivial now, but the information given to you may be important.”
“I don’t want to be with people tonight.”
“Please, Carm. Come. I would like to share the experience with
you. There will be astrologers, angel readings, tarot readers, numerologists, palm readers, past lives, free lectures, and so much more.”
“I don’t want to revisit my past. That part of my life is gone. All
I have is here and now.”
“You planned to share your life with your husband. Then one
day, the relationship ended. Losing a loved one is devastating.
You need support with your overwhelming loss. You need hope.
Maybe a psychic advisor can help you to come to terms with your
loss and receive information for a brighter tomorrow.”
“I’ve learned to live without my husband,” she murmured, annoyed.
“A reading may help you focus on a goal that you are not aware of,” she persisted.
“Fine,” Carm agreed.
Gretchen looked delighted. “Shall we go?”
Carm gave her a slight nod.
Gretchen clutched at her collar, walking in the cool breeze. Carm followed and nervously chain-smoked.
“We are here,” Gretchen announced, walking to the huge, glass
In the lobby, Carm’s shoes sank into a lavish, red carpet. She
caught a glimpse of her pale face reflected in the mirrored pillars
as she walked to the elevators. She looked like hell. The two entered
the fourth floor foyer. The floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the dingy city. They walked through an open
doorway. The room was illuminated by lights set in the walls. She
saw, opposite the doorway, that booths lined the vast room. Some
merchants wore the most outlandish colored hair and clothes, all
displayed their pentacles with pride and burned smudge sticks.
Some offered tarot readings, others beautiful handmade crafts.
Artistically-minded people mixed and mingled. A buzz of conversation could be heard from the crowd.
Gretchen’s voice was vibrant with emotion. “Wonderful. Orientation is just beginning. Come, join me.”
Carm gave her a sharp look. She made no reply as her eyes followed
Gretchen’s. A few people were already sitting, some walking toward the empty wooden chairs at the back of the hall.
Gretchen watched her brooding, waiting for an answer.
Carm looked at one person then another. She quickly moved her eyes over the fabulous selection of dragons, fairies, symbolic
jewelry, witchy clothing, Pagan art, and altar tools. There was a
lot for her to take in. “This isn’t for me,” she said, taking a step
Gretchen stopped her with a hand placed lightly on her arm. “Don’t leave. Come and keep me company.”
There was silence between them. Gretchen turned to her and said in a serious manner, “I would like to share with you both the magical arts and the faith aspects of Witchcraft. I promise it will not disappoint.”
Carm glanced at her and then at the group sitting at the back of the hall. “I guess I can hang around for a bit,” she said miserably, unzipping her sweat jacket.
Gretchen led the way. After a quick zigzag through the crowd, Carm sat down beside her and folded her arms across her chest, feeling annoyed at having to be there. She surveyed the people of all ages surrounding the tables where works of art, flowers, herbs in different size bottles, and candles of every description were displayed. She began to talk, “Why do some call themselves Wiccan and others a witch?”
Gretchen quickly perked up and said, “Religion appeared in history at the same time as empires did. Religion divides people. The lunar nature of witchcraft, the use of spells, potions, charms, and herbs, are all part of the magic of the ancient Pagans. Witchcraft is a nature-oriented way of life the Pagans lived. The tools of the craft are elemental spirits, ritual circles, the presence of a goddess associated with the moon or the sun, a horned god figure, the cauldron, the wand, magic, the Sabbat gathering, cakes, and wine celebrations.” Gretchen shifted in her seat and continued, “There are many traditions. Witchcraft has been a controversial path, so the term Wicca, or the modern magic reconstruction of pagan rituals, has emerged as more mainstream. Wiccan or witch has a common belief regarding magic, life, and spirits. I just prefer my identity be known as either a witch or Pagan. These terms are more connected to the ancient practice.”
Gretchen turned her attention on the speaker’s arrival. An aged woman entered, her gray hair hung loose. She wore a floor-length, pitch-black dress with a cashmere shawl around her shoulders. A cane in her withered, bony hand stood out front. When she spoke, Carm hadn’t expected what came.
“The universe consists of planets, stars, and galaxies. Gravity sculpted our universe, and the matter in the universe is the seeds of life. In early Earth, when the planets formed, the stars contained the chemistry and supernovas of the minerals. Stars exploded and were reborn with more heavy elements until there was enough material to create life on Earth.”
The speaker glanced around her audience, saying, “The five elements are in ascending order of power—Earth, Water, Fire,
Wind, and the Void.”
Carm had a shift of interest. The aged woman’s words sent a
ripple of puzzlement through her. She focused her attention on
Gretchen and asked, looking baffled, “What in the world is this
Gretchen turned her head to look at her, and then back at the
speaker, and said softly, “Listen. You will learn something new.”
The aged woman leaned on her cane for support and said, “Long ago, a small planet revolving around a shining star gave birth to itself, creating land masses, oceans, flora, grasses, animals, and humans. The Elemental Tools, the Pentacle—Earth, the Cup—Water, the Wand—Fire, and the Sword—Wind, are the never-
ending flow between space and earth, spirit and matter, animal
and human, instincts and logic. Earth represents the hard, solid objects of the world. Water represents the fluid, flowing, formless things in the world. Fire represents the energetic, forceful, moving things of the world. Wind represents things that grow, expand, and enjoy freedom of moment, and the Void represents those things beyond our everyday experiences, particularly those things composed of pure energy. It represents spirit, thought, and creative energy. The Void is a link between the human and the otherworld. Aether is described as having no qualities, as being subtler than light and has no contrary or unnatural motion.
“All living things are composed of similar chemistry to the stars, the minerals from earth, water, oxygen moving with the wind, and the void, the ability to sense the surroundings, act without thinking, and without using our physical sense and the essence of ether. All living things need the partnership of the Moon and Sun, water, and, air and we are spiritually immortal by design.”
A young girl stood up in the front row and walked over to a small altar. She wore a pink cotton robe, and twigs and budding wild flowers were entwined to create a crown upon her head. Her face was painted as a flower.
The speaker continued. “Witchcraft is a spirit and earth based
ancient culture. When practicing witchcraft, you want elemental
tools that are dependable and durable season after season, and
you must know the meaning behind the symbolism of the vast
network holding us together in a giant embrace.”
The speaker looked over at the young girl and then back toward
the audience. Her assistant picked up a gold chalice and raised it high toward the ceiling.
The speaker said, “When you study the chalice—the element water—you will discover that you need to look within your own heart to find high qualities of generosity, to apply intuition to your daily routine, and balance your emotions.”
The girl placed the chalice back in position and raised a wooden
The speaker looked over at her assistant and then back at her
audience. “Exploring the wand—the element fire—you will find
your actions affect others, which in turn affects the whole of society,
the planet Earth, and the universe. Personal intent must be for the good of all.”
The speaker’s assistant put the wand down on the altar and
then placed a sword in the palm of her hands for all to see.
“The sword—the element wind—represents mental disposition.
The subconscious mind is where all experiences are noted and become memories. The waking conscious thoughts are synthesized, and super conscious thought is aligned with the Divine Light.”
Carm looked over at Gretchen, and then swiveled her head
back to look at the young girl, who carefully placed the sword
down and then raised a pentagram embedded on a gold saucer.
The speaker explained, “The Pentacle and Pentagram are the
most important symbols in witchcraft. They are the symbols of
the magical craft. A written Pentacle is known as a pentagram. It
is used to apply protection, positive power when the single point
is upright, and to control the elemental powers. Through this connection, we come to understand everything is connected, and it brings everything to you. ‘Energy flows where your intentions goes, is the premise of magic. What you send out will return to you three times three, so mote it be. Practicing the ways of the craft, you will come to respect our planet and all life residing on earth, in the air, and in the water. Magic is the limitless potential of the universe. You are born from the stars. The energy inside you is magical. You are capable of anything; you are capable of it all.’” The old woman looked over at her assistant. “Thank you,” she said.
The young girl placed the pentacle down on the altar and returned
to her seat.
“I welcome one, I welcome all, to the Witches Fair. All the tools
of the trade can be found in this room. All for your rituals and
magical healing needs. Research what I say, and discover what
witches already know. ”
After the woman finished, others started questioning her. Carm, worn out and spent, tried to cover a crackling yawn with her hands. Gretchen didn’t appear to notice her tiredness. She stood up in one smooth movement.
Carm came to her feet and walked behind her.
She traveled from booth to booth. Snorting a line dominated her thoughts. She listened to Gretchen explaining the witchcraft
paintings, sculptures, music, and literature—how each nourished
the human’s mind, body, heart, and spirit.
“Dressed beeswax candles, Spell-in-a-bottle…do these really work?”
Gretchen looked at her. “Candle magic has been practiced almost
as long as mankind has been in existence. Candle burning is the magic of the people, the magic of Witchcraft.” Gretchen picked
up a pink candle in a jar, examined it, and then placed the candle
back on the shelf. “Candle makers specialize in high-quality, natural
products made the traditional way. Candles are a favorite tool
of witches everywhere.”
Gretchen came closer and took position beside Carm. “Candle
magic is one of the oldest forms of magic as well as one of the
simplest.” She reached up to take an orange candle off the shelf. “I
want you to have this.”
“This is an offertory candle and was made for a special purpose.”
“I don’t have the money to pay for a candle.”
“Please, take this. It’s a gift.”
“No, it’s okay.”
Gretchen held in her hand the orange candle. “This is a special
purpose candle. You burn the candle continuously, and it will
constantly attract what you need.”
Carm stared at the offering. She noticed the label wrapped
around the center. Her eyes moved up and down at the symbols
carefully carved into the wax. “How does it work?”
“This candle is magically empowered. It has been dressed with anointing oil, with the intention of furthering the candle’s purpose. The symbols inscribed are to access the power beyond you.” Gretchen held out the orange candle for Carm to take and said, “When you are by yourself, remove the label. After you light the wick, speak the words on the back of the label, breathe deeply, and look into the flame. Try to keep your mind blank, so whatever will come and appear to you comes of its own free will. Don’t try to rationalize what appears. Your first impression will be all you
Carm bit her lip and focused on the orange candle Gretchen held in her hand. She thought about it for a few moments, and then reached out to accept the offer. She stared at the handcrafted candle in her grip as she felt a tiny jolt of energy. “You really believe this can work?”
“Candle burning is effective. All it takes is a lit candle to focus
the mind and a few words to express the desire to connect with
the ebb and flow of the universe. You might say the power used is
your energies, and the candles and spirits will generate energy to
bring about a result.”
Carm raised the candle to her nostrils. “It smells real good.
Thank you.” Heaving a huge sigh, she put the candle in her jacket