This is the true account of my first experience in a coven. For obvious reasons names have been changed and some places also. Anyone who was involved at the time can feel free to disagree, but this was all from my point of view and not theirs. Witchcraft did not play a major part in this time in my life; it was here I experienced the first forms of “BITCHCRAFT”. I have put this in diary format and hope to share my experience with others and in no way am I stating that all covens are the same. This is something I felt had to be put into writing to heal myself emotionally and mentally. It also highlights my first new steps working with others who were like-minded like myself.
13th august 2001
On this date the coven ceased to exist for all of us. It has opened up a new chapter in our already chaotic lives, opening up new pathways for us all to tread and explore.
I really did not know where to begin everything has been such an emotional ride I have felt hurt, anger and sadness and also laughed beyond my tears in disbelief, and yet there have been joy also.
18th December 2000
Celeste and myself had attended a meeting at a spiritualist church; well actually it was a Yule celebration.
We ate cake and drank wine and were given gifts. I was given an ugly pink oil burner and giggling told the M.C (who I now know as poet witch) how horrible it was, we both laughed and she told me jokingly to shove it where the sun don’t shine, that was the first conversation I had ever had with Poet witch.
During the first few weeks of going to the meetings, myself and Celeste had still continued to attend the Surrey healing association, hiding her pentagram Celeste and I
Learnt the art of healing. From the first few lessons we got the impression that witches and pagans and the like were not welcome, the group consisted mainly of elderly spiritualists.
One woman even told us a tale about a white witch who had cast a spell on her after doing a reading for her and she gave us the name.
Everyone in the room was dismayed and comforted the elderly woman who I felt at the time enjoyed the conversation least of all the attention.
I had been interested in Paganism for a few years and one day in conversation my husband at work told a friend about “his weird wife in doors” and how she was in to weird stuff. I must point out here that the only gods and goddesses my husband worships are the ones who kick a football. His friend laughed and told him also off the weird wife he had, so after a few weeks of knowing this his friend and his wife Celeste came for dinner. And from that day on we became close friends.
Myself and Celeste continued to visit the meetings and by then the consortium, who were mainly Pagan had spotted us. myself and Celeste both agreed that we would approach them and we did.Poetwitch agreed to meet us at my house in the New Year to see how serious we were about our craft.
17th January 2001
The day arrived and we were so nervous, and were ready far to early and waited nervously for 45 minutes. When Poet witch arrived our nerves dispersed. After a long discussion Poet witch agreed to have us in the Coven, although I must add we had not yet met the high priest and high priestess, we had only seen them briefly at the spiritualist meetings. After she left we jumped around and danced like idiots but it felt kind of good.
PART TWO COMING SOON