One of the prerequisites to being a witch is that you are required to have a vagina.
Witch is a word that belongs to the women of the ages, the wise woman, sorceress, herbalist, mid-wife, crone, hag– Witch or Bitch– it has a vagina. I know, in this modern world of Wicca where there are thousands of ‘how to’ magic books that tell you what witchcraft is, how to do it, how not to do it, who should do it, when you do it, etc., this term has been stretched– pulled beyond it’s limits– to include the male practitioners of sorcery.
And puffy chested men are lapping it up like French poodles at a dish of milk. When it is brought to their attention that ‘Witch’ has been a feminine term for ions of time, with myriad meanings, they get all huffy and insulted. They rant and rave, throw their considerable weight around, beat their chests, use their brawn and bravado to declare to the world that they, too, are ‘Witches’.
Poppy cock– and if you’ve got one, you’re not a Witch. You may be a sorcerer, a wizard, a shaman, a druid– all admirable and respectable titles; you may even be a warlock, if that’s what you’ve a mind to be, but men will never, ever be a witch.
I’d just as soon call a man a pussy.
To be continued…
As I stated in the entry before this one– I would just as soon call a man a pussy, or any other word with distinctly feminine connotations to it, before I would call him a witch. I am, quite frankly, puzzled as to why men are so insistent on being labeled with this historically feminine word. Why is this feminine title so important to them that they stamp their feet like spoiled children after a forbidden toy and insist that it be theirs?
It comes down to ‘control’ and ‘power’.
Yep. I do believe that’s the main crux of this phenomenon. The old wise woman, the hag in the grove at the edge of the village, the young mid-wife who safely brings new life into the world– these women held power. They gleaned respect, often even fear, from the local villagers, and in that respect and fear there was considerable power.
For the past two thousand years our world has been held under the chains of patriarchy– the power of male domination, the edicts of a spirituality who despised women, blamed them for the downfall of all civilization, claimed them to be unclean at certain times during their feminine cycle, isolated them, bought and traded them, enslaved them, proclaimed that they must suffer during child birth for all the sins they have brought upon poor innocent mankind.
And then something remarkable happened.
The Goddess reemerged. Through mists of a time only vaguely recalled, through universal memories, and instincts, and genetic knowledge, through the bondage the world has experienced while chained to male spirituality. She came once more to claim the Earth that is Hers, to remind every woman that she is the embodiment of Goddess, to soften the edges of life with maternal care. And with Her coming, the bonds of male spirituality can be heard snapping all over the world.
Today we celebrate the Great Mother.
It’s only natural that men, too, will feel and want to respond to this maternal pull. Everyone wants to be cradled in the arms of their mother, to find comfort in her lap, healing and nourishment at her breast. The men of the world need and desire the Goddess as much as women do. But we have thousands of years of habit, tradition, cultural stigmas, and sexual exploitation to wade through and recover from.
And this is why I do believe that men want so desperately to claim the age old and sacred title of "Witch". They deeply desire the quiet power, the manifestation of the mysteries of women, to which they are not privy. They only have to realize that The Goddess is their mother as well as ours, but in a different way, in a different light, in a different image. We walk the same path– men and womyn, side by side, creating our own unique set of footprints.
But womyn, created in the image of The Goddess, retain the sacred title…"Witch".
This essay is my own original work and is reposted from one of my other sites.