How I Found Out I Was A Witch

Hello everyone!

This will be the first post I put on here.

This site was originally going to be a site where I could write all about the animal facts and knowledge that I have gathered over the years.

However, the more and more I thought about it, I just needed somewhere bigger for my craft as well. So, I decided to just take this leap, and jump!

The name that I go by is Amythestite, but I suppose that calling me Mai could also suffice! The more and more time goes by, the less likely I am to also put labels onto myself. You can refer to me with any pronouns.

You can call me Person, Cellery, or just my name.

Yes, those two were real nicknames I used to have, they’re very flattering, I know.

I’m pretty young still, just growing out of being a teenager. I’m 19, so I guess that makes me an adult now.

I started getting interested in magic at a VERY early age.

I picked a doll out at a store because he looked like an angel that had come to save me when I was, maybe one? I saw it when I was three, and can still kind of remember the happiness it brought me.

Of course, my grandma was a little put off that it was a Rob Zombie doll.

Nevertheless, I carried it with me pretty much from then until I moved out. I think I now only have the second version of the doll that I was given later by a family friend.

I caught my first and only sighting of a shadow person in my grandmother’s house when I was also around that age.

He was tall and kind of skinny, with jaw length curly hair. He was completely black, and although it was dark accept for the glowing moon, it’s painted into my head like I saw it in clear daylight.

In general, my grandmother’s house was terrifying.

Then, when I was twelve, she passed away. I can still remember it all.

March 12, 2012. 12:45 P.M.

A large amount of twelves, if I do say so myself.

Around 13 I started to get interested in witchcraft. My mom was talking to me about it, and some of the things she did (hers were and still are a lot darker than mine). The idea didn’t really scare me, and the fact that my grandmother had left sent me into a very dark spiral that I haven’t really gotten out of yet.

So, I offered my blood to anything that would help, wiped it on my boyfriend (at the time)’s shirt, and bound my emotions to his.

You could say that I have never had, and will never have, any chill.

Let’s just say, it worked and I’ve been an official witch ever since.

Magic comes generally easy to me, I see the Fair Folk all the time, pretty much every where I look. My emotions are tightly wrapped up with the weather, so I tend to cause some issues when I’m angry, However, most of those are on purpose, as I work with storms now and am trying to get ahold of myself.

Recently, bones have started to make an appreance to me, as well as the Goddess Lilith.

I’m not really for working with deities though, because as someone who is FILLED with Lilith energy, worshipping something else is just, makes me very angry.

I have also been made aware of my general nack for claircognizance as well as clairsentience. None of the others really call to me, besides clairempathy, but your boi can most definitely feel that stuff on a higher level. And of course the physical one.

So all in all, I work on my own, in a LOT of different areas of magic.

I’m a RavenPuff, what can I say?

I hope you’ll choose to check back in here every once in a while. There are a lot of topics that I’ve fallen into holes over that I would love to help bring to the witchy community.

Happy witchings!