Witches Against Trump

I felt that I had to document my response to this, so here we go.

I’ve seen multiple articles saying that a mass curses/hexes in general don’t work, that they do nothing but waste energy, but especially in a time like this where the political climate is moving steadfast in the wrong direction. (Fuck that “there is no wrong opinion” nonsense, if your opinion is rooted in the hatred or oppression of other people, it is not correct.) And witches and non witches alike claim that the mass hex is a waste, that instead people should be out contacting reps and marching on the front lines.

My issue here is, why can’t we do both?

I’ve been going to protests in my town non stop for the past three months, I’m planning to go up to North Dakota to an anti-DAPl demonstration, I’ve been to prayer circles, marches, had endless arguments and discussions with people from every side of the political coin, but at the root, I’m a witch as well as an activist.

I just finished a binding spell. My intention is to bind Trump from doing any more harm and replacing the hate he feels for marginalized people with genuine love and understanding. Will the spell do anything? Will any of our spells do anything? I have no idea. But my craft is a part of every aspect of my life, including my activism.

I consider my busy schedule of balancing finding time and skipping class to attend protests and town hall meetings and forums as a privilege. I am able bodied enough to attend these things. I know my family is privileged enough to help me if I’m ever arrested during a protest. I don’t have a full time job commitment to the point I can’t attend protests unless I want to eat that month. For people without this privilege of time and physical health, a spell, a shared article, an email to a senator that will be shoved in the slush pile of hundreds of thousands of emails and ignored, is all they can do. But it is something. To belittle someone’s activism because it isn’t as loud and proud as yours, is elitist and just all around fucked up.

So if you are a witch, before you criticize the mass trump hex, ask yourself what are you doing to help? What privileges to do you have that other witches don’t?

Another worry that I have about this entire thing is how outrageously big it’s gotten. Normal, non pagan, unknowing news sources have written (ignorant) pieces about what witchcraft is, which has brought tons of negative, dubious energies. This happens every single time the rest of the world is reminded that witchcraft is a practice. It’s irritating. A part of me is excited and hopeful, that maybe if people know that witchcraft and paganism is normal then more people will normalize and respect it, but the other half of me is devastated. This is just more eyes of scrutiny on us. Sometimes I just wish witchcraft was a secret, like in the old days.

Anyway, do I have high hopes for the mass trump hex? Of course. Realistically? As with any other demonstration or form of activism, it is out of my hands. I will do my part, speak my piece, do my work. What comes next is up to those in power.


A Prayer

I send you, protectors of water and champions of peace on the front lines, behind the scenes, being detained and terrorized, signing petitions and attending meetings, I send you strength.

I send you the strength of myself, the strength given to my by my ancestors and spirits. I send you the strength of every ocean before man attempted to tame it. I send you the power and authority of Poseidon, the peace and forwardness of Aphrodite, and the flowing love of every water spirit.

I send you, Missouri River, daughter of a force unnamed by society, all my gratitude. You have faced the adversity of generations, and still you ebb and flow, swallow the dangers imposed on you and continue to flourish. Yes, I remember the days when we could not see the other side of your banks. Yes, I remember when you were pure enough to bathe in, clear enough to see the bottom and quick enough to wash away even the deepest of pains. I remember you at your prime and I promise, my love, I promise, that I will fight for you in any way I can.

And finally, I send you, oppressors, capitalists, anti-intellectuals, anti-climate change believers and ultimately trump, knowledge. It is taking my all my will to not send you my anger, frustration and violence. I won’t, though, because you are young. I send you enlightenment. I send you a reminder, that we only get one earth, and religion specification aside, this planet is a miracle and a gift. Why take a gift and do this to it? Why not take care of it, love it and be grateful for what a wonderful thing you have been given. I send you these things with no ill will, simply hope.

Settled and Sorted

I’ve settled on a faith. Hellenic wicca. The issue lately has been incorporating my faith into my every day life while being the busiest I’ve ever been.

This month alone I’ve performed at multiple events and attended more protests and activism events than I have in my entire life. I pray at night, rant and talk to my gods, but I haven’t had any time to do a ritual or formal offering. Because of this I’ve had to make due. My formal offerings are my time.

Attending activism and anti-fascism rallies, calling to Dike, Nike and Athena and Ares. Embracing who I am and evoking Hera. Speaking on diversity panels and educating people on LGBT and black rights and invoking Apollo.

It’s the little things, I think.

St Patrick and his Snakes

To be perfectly abrupt, I couldn’t give less of a damn about this holiday. I’m not old enough to drink, I’m not catholic and therefore, I don’t recognize the Saints, I’m not Irish and I don’t look good in green.

The only issue I have with this holiday is the story behind it and why it’s here in the first place.

I know pagans across the globe yesterday were reposting that Facebook graphic saying that there weren’t actually any snakes in that part of the world and St. Patrick was actually driving out druids, but that isn’t exactly true. He didn’t drive out the Druids, he converted them “peacefully.”

My issue with this as one of those annoying whiny pagans is conversion is never a peaceful act. Conversion is looking at a practice, saying “Hmm… I don’t like this so I’m going to force or scare or manipulate these people into turning their backs on their gods for mine.” That is disgraceful in every sense. The europeans probably thought they were being peaceful and “helpful” when they killed Native Americans in the name of colonialism, land-wise and religious. If you have a brain on your head you’d realize that peace was nowhere in the cards when they cut Native children’s hair and forced them to read the bible.

The concept of religious colonization is constant and never ending in my life. There are always people who don’t get it and don’t want to, so they try to “fix” you. By fixing, they really mean to force you into a mold that they’re more comfortable with. Parents forcing children to go to church is an example of this. If your child has learned the word of your god and does not agree, that child is under no obligation to force themselves into a religion their soul is not in tune with. I had to learn this first hand. Which is why I would never ever force my child into paganism. I will teach them, let them know the path and if they choose a different one, then I’m going to support them. And if I’m with a Christian partner, I will not let them force me or my child into a religion that they are not comfortable with. It’s unethical in every sense and more people need to realize this before having children.

To conclude, I refuse to celebrate a holiday celebrating an act of violence and colonization. Same reason I refuse to even acknowledge Christopher Columbus.

(Side note: I know this should have sources and links, but honestly no one reads this except me and I’m using a Mac and Mac computers are the worst, so maybe I’ll add some later.)

Address Your Prejudice

TW; homophobia, racism, the usual conservative southern baptist confederate flag humping bullshit

tldr this started as a psa to not shit on Christians and turned into a rant abt the confederate flag i’m so not sorry #TakeItDown

Ever since I first dedicated myself to Wicca and the earth and witchcraft and all that flowery shit, I’ve been trying my damnest not to put people in a box. It’s hard, yeah, with my background (read my about to find out more, but here’s the gist of it) . I was kicked out of a church for not being straight, my parents tried to force me to go to church multiple times then punished me for not seeing eye to eye with their beliefs, my personal relationship with the YHWH or whatever you want to call the Christian god is nonexistent on a good day (spiteful and bitter on a bad)… Despite all this, I try not to talk down or avoid Christians really, because, yeah this is gonna sound lazy, but not everyone is a piece of shit. Just because most of the ones I’ve met have been, doesn’t mean they all are. Two of my closest friends are devout Catholic and one has even done witchcraft with me, so I have no reason to state that all Christians are bad. Because they aren’t.

The trick to getting rid of this shitty prejudice that pops into pagan’s heads when seeing a cross is to separate the person from the religion. Honestly, there are good people who happen to be Christian. Your religion truly doesn’t touch every single aspect of your life, especially personal relationships. Same with politics.

For instance, in my creative writing classes there’s this girl, the coolest, sweetest girl on the planet (she’s frickin pretty af too), who just happens to be an Evangelical Christian. See, the first time she said this, I shit you not, I literally cringed. It was just an instant reaction. Like an abused dog hearing a loud noise, I flinched.

But instantly after that knee-jerk reaction, I thought “Ok, we have violently different religious views, but that’s fine. She doesn’t seem to be forcing it on everyone in this room, she’s just cracking jokes about Panic at the Disco and asking to follow people on tumblr. She’s fine. I’m fine. Not everyone sucks, Cailyn, ffs.”

They always say, your first reaction is what society taught you to think, your second thought is what you’ve taught yourself.

There’s a whole other side to this though

Here’s the


I have 3 exceptions to this “benefit of the doubt rule” as in there are some things I will literally just not stand for. For instance

  • If you have a confederate flag in your yard, on your truck, tattooed on your ugly, racist body, I want nothing to do with your bitchass and you can eat twelve pimply dicks.
    • I. Hate. Racists. So. Much.
    • Racists and pedophiles deserve death, no bullshit, I hate them. Literally, those two groups of people deserve to rot in the most brutal interpretation of the Christian hell.
    • And if you come at me with that “It’s my heritage” bullshit you gon catch these motherfuckin hands, bet. Because your great granddaddy owning a cotton field and taking pride in treating human beings like work equipment aint no damn heritage, that’s shame. To take pride in the fact your family participated in slavery isn’t something to brag about wtf?

(Holy shit sorry, I got really off track there ANYWAY)

  • If you give me shit because of who I am (whether that be pro choice, pagan, queer, in an interracial relationship idk idc) or who other people are based on your belief, I’m not going to respect you. Like straight up, I’m just not. Like, if you believe something I disagree with like pro-life or anti-gay rights, I’m still not going to respect you, but I’m gonna be civil about that shit. I’ll avoid you. If your beliefs encourage the eradication or shit on the very existence of myself as a human being on this planet with you, we are not going to be friends. I wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire, but I won’t be the one to light the match either.
  • And lastly, do not, do not, try and force your beliefs on me. This was one reason I resented my family for a majority of my life. They blamed my depression on the lack of god in my life. Seriously. And then I’d get bibles for christmas, I’d get interrogated when trying to find ingredients for a spell, I was forced to go and listen to a rich man rant and shit on gay people, when my bisexual ass had to just sit there and doodle bad words on the programs. Yeah, that stopped after I turned 18 and went hard into my religion without the slightest fuck to give about what my parents thought, but it still fucked me up a little bit.

This post is more angry than I expected or intended, but oh well. It got more political than religious too, but ranting is what blogs are for right?