It has come to my attention that some people do not believe in witches, they think they are hogwash and well, that peole who think they are witches are nuts. I'd be careful tossing that insult around, after all, what if you are wrong and we are right, we do have the ability to curse after all. Now in the bigger scheme of things, I know that you are not going to be seeing huge fireballs errupting from my fists anytime in the near future, I'm not crazy. However, in the past I have had lightening bolts, very thin, white ones emerge from my fingertips and head skyward. I was sleep walking and my partner woke me, not so daintily I might add and I saw at that time the light from my fingertips and the look on his face confirmed I wasn't seeing things. It was not some big glorious eruption, but it was a large enough shock to pretty much put an end to any life he and I had left together. A couple of months later, my kids and I left him and the island. It was not as cool an experience as one might have hoped for, perhaps had it happened in a more openly pagan town things might have been better for us. Alas, the churches had one big agenda on their list... to pray for the heathens to join or depart instead of live and let live.
Lucky for me, my Doctor was awesome and we were in the same Women's are group. She did not think me strange or perverse and said she had heard of cases where women pick up on the electric static in the air and channel it out when it becomes too much in a safe manner. I felt better about the whole situation, and it made me realize, that yes interesting fireball or lightening strikes could happen under just the right circumstances, but that it was a rare occurance. Besides where would one train for something like that. Yes once again I find myself wishing there was a real Hogwarts.
One thing I always remembered about my Dad was that he wanted me to keep my feet on the ground. He disliked me reading and thought that I lived in a fantasy world. He kept telling me that one day I would grow up and see the world as it truly is. Now I do a lot of reading and there is a plethora of people out there claiming to be witches, some are, some aren't, but it's those that are that intrigue me.
When you read their blogs you know that they walk the crooked path, or take journey's over the hedge. There are so many ways of the cunning folk to travel and meet. Yes the internet has made it easier to believe, I must admit, but then I never had a problem with believing. LOL!!! I think that ultimately, what I am saying is that things have turned around some. I think that there is more of a belief in witches than there ever was, and this is for the better. We can preserve the knowledge at last and keep it safe for future generations, so that never again will it be banished to a broom closet and practised in fear, rather we shall hold it in reverence and supreme respect for the powers it brings.
Showing posts with label Harry Potter. Show all posts
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Saturday, August 13, 2011
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Harry Potter and the effects of the Goblet of Fire
I was introduced to Harry Potter in a strange way. As often is the case, this story starts off sad, but in the end, there is a happily ever after, so to speak.
I worked in Market Research, on the phones and enjoyed the work, very much. It was easy and there wasn't too much in the way of politic to get in the way of my family life, which was important because I was a single parent. In my first year there, I made friends with the owner of the company and I didn't even know it. He was just some guy in the lunch room as far as I was concerned, and i didn't give it much thought. He even helped me out with the supervisor a couple of days later when I had to move all of a sudden and needed emergency time off. He smoothed it over with middle management and there was no disciplinary action. We became friends from then on, and it was then as well that I found out he was not just a middle management worker, which is what I expected, but the owner. He was an awesome friend throughout the seven years that I worked there.
On the first day of spring break, 1999, my son was hit and killed by a stoned driver. Work was awesome, they arranged a week off with pay, helped me with the funeral and had people check on me during the first couple of months after he passed. I became hard, and probably drank more than I should have, but I had good support at work and before things became out of hand, they were handled. However, I was still grieving and often I would go into work, depressed, sad, lost, but that subsided as time went on.
Now my boss, being the kindly man that he was, suggested I read Harry Potter. This man was an executive, he wore suits, ran meetings, organized social events, was a mathemetician at UBC, had actually read all the books so far and he wanted me to read a children's book. I told him that I might read them, but I was not overly fond of children's books. He kept up and kept at me, until finaly I relented. I got through the first book in just a couple of days. I couldn't put the book down, in fact I read it on the bus to work, had it on my lap under my desk at work and I just kept reading every chance I got. I caught up quickly and by the time book 4, Goblet of Fire came out, I was under it's spell completely and chomping at the bit to read it. It was perfect timing for me to read that book when I did. I have fallen in love with Harry, and seen myself feeling as though my own son had come back to life, and when Cederic Diggory died, and so suddenly, I could relate to the fathers outburst, and it was then I finally let loose with a barage of tears that put an end to the misery I had been feeling for so long about the loss of my own son.
Needless to say, I have enjoyed the entire series of books; the movies, the memorabelia (I even have a Hedwig packsack, some chocolate frog haulographic cards, some knuts, some t-shirts and more). I am a total fan, simply because of the healing properties within it's pages. My son was 12 when he rode his bike over to the other side of the hedge, he always wanted to be mage, and well he was just an incredible kid. I thank J.K. Rowling for bringing him back to life for me in a small way, and for helping me come to some closure with The Goblet of Fire in particular.
I worked in Market Research, on the phones and enjoyed the work, very much. It was easy and there wasn't too much in the way of politic to get in the way of my family life, which was important because I was a single parent. In my first year there, I made friends with the owner of the company and I didn't even know it. He was just some guy in the lunch room as far as I was concerned, and i didn't give it much thought. He even helped me out with the supervisor a couple of days later when I had to move all of a sudden and needed emergency time off. He smoothed it over with middle management and there was no disciplinary action. We became friends from then on, and it was then as well that I found out he was not just a middle management worker, which is what I expected, but the owner. He was an awesome friend throughout the seven years that I worked there.
On the first day of spring break, 1999, my son was hit and killed by a stoned driver. Work was awesome, they arranged a week off with pay, helped me with the funeral and had people check on me during the first couple of months after he passed. I became hard, and probably drank more than I should have, but I had good support at work and before things became out of hand, they were handled. However, I was still grieving and often I would go into work, depressed, sad, lost, but that subsided as time went on.
Now my boss, being the kindly man that he was, suggested I read Harry Potter. This man was an executive, he wore suits, ran meetings, organized social events, was a mathemetician at UBC, had actually read all the books so far and he wanted me to read a children's book. I told him that I might read them, but I was not overly fond of children's books. He kept up and kept at me, until finaly I relented. I got through the first book in just a couple of days. I couldn't put the book down, in fact I read it on the bus to work, had it on my lap under my desk at work and I just kept reading every chance I got. I caught up quickly and by the time book 4, Goblet of Fire came out, I was under it's spell completely and chomping at the bit to read it. It was perfect timing for me to read that book when I did. I have fallen in love with Harry, and seen myself feeling as though my own son had come back to life, and when Cederic Diggory died, and so suddenly, I could relate to the fathers outburst, and it was then I finally let loose with a barage of tears that put an end to the misery I had been feeling for so long about the loss of my own son.
Needless to say, I have enjoyed the entire series of books; the movies, the memorabelia (I even have a Hedwig packsack, some chocolate frog haulographic cards, some knuts, some t-shirts and more). I am a total fan, simply because of the healing properties within it's pages. My son was 12 when he rode his bike over to the other side of the hedge, he always wanted to be mage, and well he was just an incredible kid. I thank J.K. Rowling for bringing him back to life for me in a small way, and for helping me come to some closure with The Goblet of Fire in particular.
Matthew Justin Graham
December 10, 1986 to April 13, 1999
December 10, 1986 to April 13, 1999
RIP
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