Be As Woo As You Want – Alan Fuller | The Shaman Witch

Be As Woo As You Want

So I’ve kind of let the entire month of February, 2018, go by without posting a single blog entry.

First: my apologies to my avid readers.

Second: my blog is part of my business, so I should know better than to neglect it.

Third: (though this isn’t an excuse) I’ve been a bit busy.

I’ll tell you what I’ve been up to, but first, I need to apologize (for something else) to my FamTribe.

A very long time ago, I began my training in Wicca. Feycraft, to be exact, which is really an amalgamation of two different Traditions (that’s a different post).

My training in Feycraft was not very practical. It was all spiritual. What I mean is: the Tradition works with various Deities, mostly Irish-Celtic, and does a lot of inner, spiritual- and personal-growth type work. Which is fabulous!

IF that’s what you’re looking for.

At the time I began my training, I was NOT looking for spiritual or personal growth. I was looking for a system of belief that felt realistic, not “out there.”

I came from a Bapticostal1 background. In that group of folks, everything was spiritual. It was (what I call) “Woo,” or having to do with supernatural stuff, like healing, and talking in unknown tongues2, and prophecy, and miracles, and having an external spirit do weird shit to/through you. In the language of the 1970’s Hippies, I’d call it, “far out, man.”

So, as I was exiting that societally-accepted form of emotional abuse, I wanted little to do with Woo. But I dealt with the fact that Feycraft was Woo, just because I felt accepted for who I am there, as a gay man.

At any rate, I continued observing my great grandmother and her practical magickal techniques, tools, and other fun stuff, up until she passed in 1994. At that point, just before her transition into the Otherworld, she passed to me her grimoire. (She didn’t call it that. She called it her, “secret book.”) And it, too, includes a whole bunch of practical magickal stuff that I didn’t see her perform – things I didn’t know about before she transitioned.

And as I continued along my path over the years, I’ve worked with various spirit-beings off and on. Kwan Yin, Ganesha, Buddha, Pan, Melek Taus, Cerridwen, Cernunnos. All deities, right? Because that’s the “class” of being I was trained to work with. But I also began working with entities like Bune (of the Goetia), and the Deva of the Musclewood Tree3, and other plant beings. But all in a very practical way.

I guess I’d thought I’d “paid my dues” (whatever the fuck that means) and deserved to be all practical.

So off and on over the years, I’ve sort of judged the Woo crowd. (Also known as New Age, or fluffy, or LoveLightAndRainbowsBunch.)

My apology is this: I’m sorry if I’ve offended any of my Sisters, Brothers, or other Siblings of the Craft over the years by making those judgments or criticisms.

Want to know why I’m apologizing? Straight up: the Spirits are pissed at me for it. Or were. Because I, too, am just as Woo as anyone can be. And I’m becoming less and less “ashamed” of it. Mostly because I’m older, and I really don’t give much of a shit what anyone thinks about my Path these days.

But I digress …

How do I know the Spirits were miffed about my criticism of the Woo crowd?

Because … well … you know I changed my URL to My entire business has shifted to this. And I have an older post on my blog that explains why I consider myself a Shaman-Witch. The Spirits prompted this shift. And I’m glad they did.

Because, as I posted in the #hearthside Facebook group on 3/5/184, the Spirits have started teaching me again, like they did in my early days. Which, by the way, is quite Woo.

A while back, I had a friend who went through some stuff in her life. And when she was talking to me about it, she explained that she’d felt disconnected for a long while. But, now that she’d gotten her outer life back on track, and she had a little more time on her hands, she noticed that she was feeling disconnected, spiritually speaking. She asked what I thought she could do to start reintegrating her spirituality into her daily life.

Any time someone feels dry or disconnected, I always give the same advice. Why? Because IT WORKS. And the advise is always: go back to the beginning, start over, get back to your roots. No matter how juvenile the beginning may seem to you, or how much you feel you’ve outgrown the basics, start over. It’s that simple.

So … when I noticed that I started feeling a little too material-goods-oriented, too disconnected, a while back, I took my own advice: I went back to my roots.

My roots are in Feycraft – which included a lot of Shamanic Journeywork. You might think of this as “Vision Questing.” You go out into the woods, alone, with just enough food, and water, to last a few days. You go on a (safe) fast, and you drum, rattle, dance, sing, chant. You invoke the Gods, and you call on the Ancestors. You take a vision-journey into the Underworld, and the Upper World, respectively, and you speak with your Animal Medicine, your Ancestors, your Spirit Teachers, and your Goddesses, and Gods. You honor where you’re at on your journey.

But when I did that, I felt VERY WOO. And I had an epiphany that put me in tears. And the realization was that I judged and criticized the Woo crowd for doing exactly what I do, and that I am no less Woo than “they” are. When the Spirits show you important things about yourself, it’s extremely humbling.

So now you know what I’ve been doing … more Shamanic-style journeywork. Back to the beginning. That, along with moving house, has kept me exceptionally busy.

But not worry, new things are coming that I think you’ll love. And in the meantime: fuck ’em all, and be as Woo as you wanna be.

Much love.

Aim for the stars, and remember your roots.


  1. “Bapticostals” are Southern Baptists who act more like Pentecostals. Except there are sometimes fewer rules. People consider this a “modern” movement that supposedly began in the 1980’s, but that’s not at all true. Baptists in the Eastern Kentucky mountains have been “Bapticostal” since time immemorial. It’s really just the “not quiet” variety of mountain Baptists.
  2. Also called “glossolalia.”
  3. The official name is “American Hornbeam.” The Indigenous Tribal Cultures of North America called it “Musclewood.”
  4. See this link for that post:
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