“This place doth require that we speak of magic …” – Henry Cornelius Agrippa.
Chances are, you arrived here because you’re a witch. You may have had a sneaking suspicion for some time, or you may have known it all your life. When you were little, you collected shells and pretty rocks, or you used to make potions out of rain puddles and picked grass and flowers. You didn’t realize that there was a name for you and what you were doing. You may have felt something tugging at you for days, months, or even years that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. You know now that you’re a witch and the craft lives deep in your bones. You recognize that feeling when you look at the moon at night, when you blow out a candle and make a wish, or when you “knock on wood.” It’s familiar, like an old friend you grew up with and is your best friend for life.
What do I do now, you ask? Where do I start?
You’ve come here for answers, so let’s journey together find them. It’s time to come in out of the darkness.
-Fiver