My Friends, the Witches

Since at least one witch who (to judge from the comment) knows less about witchcraft than I do had the temerity to question my qualifications to report what it is that neopagans believe, it behooves me to produce my credentials, such as they are.

Because of the diversity of pagan belief and neopagan belief, the writer (me) was careful to mention and to emphasize that I was only speaking of the Witches I know personally, namely: a friend from lawschool I used to live with, whose coven and family I visit, at whose pagan marriage ceremony I was one of the grooms; another friend from lawschool; yet another school friend, a pretty young witch who used to share a house with my family; and a sickly Lesbian neighbor who was cruelly thrown out of her house onto the street. After the Commonwealth of Virginia took her children away, and I invited her and her nonboyfriend and her cat to live in my basement rent-free for several months.

The claim that I don’t know what I am talking about is hard to support. At one point in my life, I knew more witches and more intimately than I knew Christians, and I mean we lived under one room, saw each other daily.

(I am happy to report that the pretty young witch has since broken her charming wand and drowned her books, been baptized into the Catholic Church, and married a fine upstanding young man. She left behind her cat, which I assume was a familiar, to spend the rest of its days with us. And at least one of the witches to whom we extended charity came to church service with us to express thanks. Her cat, which I also assume is a familiar, is also still with us.)

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