I am Voodoo Dawn.......
Today more by accident than design I have found that my blood runs quick with that of many witches. I can not begin to say what this means to me, I can feel my ancestors screaming with joy that they have been seen and heard and acknowledged after all this time.
My earliest memories are of having psychic occurrences and having day care providers cancel on my parents because I was strange or scary. I remember hosting a seance at the age of nine during a birthday party. There was an occurrence, activity and orbs of green and white that soared about the room, I was excited, promptly asked to leave and not play with those kids again. I remember bringing books home about witches and having my parents act like I had killed someone. As a child I never understood what I kept doing wrong, I was just being me.
When I was eleven we moved to Georgia and I hated it. I learned to love it but it was a rough start. I distinctly remember after a few small interactions having a talk with the parents. They let me know that this crap had to stop. I was weird, I scared people and I was to keep my self under control. Don't tell people the sex of the baby, don't tell people what you know. Don't talk to spirits don't read about witches. Don't.... Don't.... Don't........
I never understood why my parents where so freaked out and upset over me and what I could do. I learned to keep my mouth shut and eventually my gifts were used less and less. When I was 17 we had a seance and you guessed it. I facilitated the events of the evening. One of the girls had lost her boyfriend in a very tragic motorcycle accident. When we called him we heard every single part of that event the screeching of the tires, the crashing and bending of metal the screams of pain and his last words spoken. I don't know when I have ever been so upset, scared, sad broken, it was horrible.
In that moment I renounced my gifts and stopped using them.
I really had no concept of how to process death or that I was a natural medium, an empath, a witch.
The things I knew and could do were frightening and I had no one to help me understand and process what my gifts were and how to use them.. It took me another ten years to start to use any of the gifts again and start to see them as gifts. I now fully embrace who and what I am.
Some years ago my sister had a experience with a spirit, and before long we were having a conversation about our heritage and who in the family had gifts. Our daddy is not very forthcoming and believes if you don' see it or talk about it then it is not real. years after this conversation I was reunited with my uncle from my fathers side. By chance and strange synchronicity he saw a post and responded in private message with terminology that is used by a witch. I will make this clear he renounces witch craft and is more than uncomfortable with the subject. I attempted to tell him I am a light worker and fight on the side of love. I don't think he fully accepts this, I was hearing the same freaked out panic my parents had in my youth. Walking a line I remember all to well I asked the question.
"is it in my blood uncle? please tell me" It is he said.... I have seen the book ancient and old passed down from woman to woman and when one dies another comes to get it and keep it alive. I remember it was so old it covered generations gone back from England and Ireland before we ever came here. I have seen things I never want to talk about. This was where I stopped pushing him, he was in obvious emotional distress and I could not keep asking questions. In my ear I can hear my grandmother saying "welcome home child you are of our blood, the witch runs quick in your veins. The book is lost to me, it has gone to those who had girls in that generation and rightfully so. This is not a disappointment, for I have more than the book, I have the blood of the Gill Witch line in my veins and the spirit of the ancestors whispering in my ear. I have been found today and returned to my birth right in the tribe of the Witch.....
I am Voodoo Dawn..................
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