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    Musings of a Hereditary Witch

    The Hearth Growing up, the hearth played an important role in our lives. When we couldn’t work under the big oak or wander the hills, we gathered around the hearth for lessons and magic. We told stories and fire gazed. Where my grandma’s place was the Homestead, where major workings were performed and our family place of power was, our individual homes were called Heathsteads. The hearth has always been a gathering place for families and friends; be it the hearths of our ancestors or our modern day kitchens. The hearth is warm and welcoming. It is where food is prepared & preserved for the winter months and where brews…

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    Musings of a Hereditary Witch

    Remembrance of Childhood Moon It is late autumn and the nights are beginning to cool. The sky is clear this night and it’s nice to see the stars above us. However, the starlight does not afford us much light, so we carry kerosene lanterns to see our way and use our walking sticks (staffs) to navigate the uneven ground, also to aid us when crossing the creek to our spot under the great oak.  Thankfully, we took the cauldron and the fire wood down earlier in the day via the wheelbarrow. Not grand, but it gets the job done. Under the protective cover of the oak, we give offerings of…

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    Musings of a Hereditary Witch

    My Grandma My grandma was the first Elder that I knew. She was a second generation witch and the main teacher of our family path. Grandma was independent, strong, wise, a champion for justice, compassionate, funny, and pouted when she couldn’t get her way. Grandma loved history and Zane Grey novels. We would go on walks in the fields and hills and everything had a meaning. She would point and say things: “A spider’s web can be used to clot blood” or “See these puff balls (a kind of fungus), once they are dry, you can open them and use the powder as an antibiotic”. I learned many things from…

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    Musings of a Hereditary Witch

    My Celtic Side My paternal grandmother was of Irish and Scott’s descent; whereas my paternal grandfather was of Welsh and English descent. I never had the pleasure of knowing my grandfather as he passed before I was born. From what my mother has told me of him, I think I would have liked him. I have never heard my father speak of him. As for my grandmother, she was fair, freckled, with red hair and other than her Irish maiden name, was very much removed from her Irish/Scott’s roots. I was around the age of 4 when the Celtic Gods appeared in my life. The first was Arianrhod. A stately…

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    Musings from a Hereditary Witch

    Being a Hereditary A Hereditary tradition does not have to be transferred from parent to child. Often it can skip a generation and be passed from a grandparent or an aunt, uncle or other family member. A Linage tradition is passed directly from parent to child and so forth down the generations. Of course, I am speaking from my family’s understanding within our own tradition. My own line of hereditary witchcraft began with my great, great aunt who was adopted into a hereditary line of witchcraft. Often entrance into a family tradition was through birth, marriage or adoption. My great, great aunt then passed on the tradition to my grandmother…