I started my spiritual explorations when I was 13 years old. If you’ve seen any of my YouTube videos, you’ve probably heard me mention that fact. You might also know that I entered a Coven at a fairly early age. And part of my early training was what some people might today consider “New Age” – there was a lot of energy work in those early days of learning the ropes. By 18, I’d already attained to the Third Degree and left that group, founded and started another Coven, and it was in the process of being disbanded due to life events (like Member Witches going off to college, etc.).
So at 18 (1995), on the cusp of beginning my (nearly) decade-long Solitary journey, I was feeling somewhat alone.
But I had this friend. We’ll call her “LC.”
LC and I both lived in the same apartment complex. The picture I include here is an actual photo of the apartment complex of which I speak. In the picture here you can see my actual living room window (I’ve circled it in red). LC lived next door to me on the other side of the building and a mutual friend – “LB” – lived at the far end of the building visible in the photo. I wish I could get you a photo of the other side of the apartment complex – there was a gigantic back yard (a field, really) next to the street. A group of us – including myself, LB, LC and several others – would hang out in the back on a grassy knoll. It looks like management would’ve put in a playground, seeing that the complex was full of families with young kids, but they still have not to this day (I pass this old place regularly on the way to visit Mom, so I see it often; perhaps I’ll get a picture of the big field the next time I visit).
At any rate … not far from the apartment complex – a good three-minute walk, I’d say, if that – was a baseball diamond. It was behind a local church. Up past the baseball diamond was another huge field. That particular field looked as if it had been a full-blown forest at one time. When LC and I visited, though, most of the trees were gone and there were probably two or three gigantic Oaks that guarded the clearing. LB actually turned us onto this beautiful field.
At times, I would visit the “Field of Hills and Trees” alone. I would climb my favorite great Oak (yes, even at 18 years old) and lay back on one of the humongous branches. I’d stretch out and let this Ancient Wise Friend cradle me while the wind spoke to my spirit through its leaves. The delicious Summer sun would filter through those same leaves and warm my skin with its gentle caress.
There were other times in that field, also, that were not so wholesome. LC and I would sneak out at 2 a.m. or 3 a.m. and go to the field. We’d wait for LB (who was 16 years old at the time). LB would raid his father’s liquor cabinet and show up about ten minutes later with a fifth of Jim Beam or Jack Daniels. Then another friend – WS – would show up and help us finish off the whiskey. And we’d all be 5 out of 5 sheets to the wind in the next hour. (Keep in mind none of us were of legal drinking age.) The next thing you know, LB and LC are making out next to one of the trees, and then WC would put his hand on my knee and we’d be making out, too. And none of our other friends ever had a clue.
And then there were the extra special times. LC and I would be the only two in the field – she’d sneak out of her apartment and I’d sneak out of mine (usually around 2 a.m.) and we’d meet in the big back yard. We’d head to the field and sit “Indian style” in the grass. We’d touch palm to palm, seated in front of each other, and ground. Then we’d run the energy of the Earth in a circuit from my right shoulder to her left, then across to her right shoulder, then back to my left shoulder and finally to my right shoulder. We’d make this cycle over and over again, and I swear you could feel the atmosphere get charged with the power we were raising. One time we did this and a bolt of lightning struck the ground near one of the trees – totally out of the blue, no sprinkles of rain, no other warning whatsoever.
I told that whole story, honestly, just to say this: sensitivity to energies varies from individual to individual – some are extra-sensitive and some not at all, while others are just sort of mediocre at it. It can be developed. But I’ve always been sensitive to energies. And I remember there was a very distinct vibe in the air when we did that circuit of energy. It’s a very unique charge in the atmosphere that I call “Witch Vibe.” I call it Witch Vibe because I never get that same feeling around other people unless they are Witches. I sense when people practice the Occult or are into Paganism sometimes, but this is more tangible than that.
There’s a particular street in my hometown that, when I drive down it, the Witch Vibe always happens. Once, when my hubs and I were driving to an amusement park, I sensed it. I said, “Witches be witching” with a cat-ate-the-canary grin on my face. And there’s a particular cemetery in the middle of my hometown that still doesn’t have locked gates at night. Sometimes if I drive by there, I get that Witch Vibe. But it’s not there all the time. And sometimes, I’m utterly convinced that I can sense when a Witch is within a few miles radius doing some ritual or spell work, because I get the Witch Vibe. The further away the Witch is, the fainter the Vibe. But I swear I can sense them.
Does it mean that, if I don’t get the Witch Vibe from someone, that s/he is not a Witch? Probably not – I mean who can rightfully make that call, you know? And how would one go about asking that? Would I prick up my ears and widen my eyes and say, “OOOOOO The Force is strong with you, young Padawan.” That’d be kind of silly, I think. And I don’t think it’s the Full Moon, either, because it isn’t that consistent.
The point is: I get that feeling tonight. It’s palpable, like a thick cream. And it’s kind of making me high. Anyone else ever experience the Witch Vibe?