I know I gave you my PBP post for the week but there are so many things I need to tell you before the weekend.
The Bad Witch is saying “Good-bye.” I will complete my PBP obligations for 2012, but barring unseen changes, I will not be blogging here anymore.
Now, don’t get lather’d. I have a new blog set up and when it’s ready to go, I’ll link it to you. I don’t expect all 3200+ of you will follow me over there, and that’s OK. I know that what I’m doing is more valuable than my stats.
I made a cosmic vow to stop referring to myself in the third-person as “The Bad Witch.”
For a few reasons.
The most striking of which is, “That’s not the name we gave you.”
Also because, as I have repeatedly explained (and it has fallen on sets of giant deaf ears), I was keeping a “File” on the bad behaviors of some Witches around me. Then, I thought that was in bad taste. I found that after writing for a while I had better things to do than explore their, um, asshatery. For that reason, I never really got around to telling y’all much of nothin’ about them. Plus, they’ve said plenty themselves about themselves.
I promise to go back and clean up all the unsaid stories and hinted at “I’ll tell ya laters” before I go. But that’s it. By Yule, I’ll be gone from this joint.
Secondly, because I see a bit of an egregore growing and it’s better unfed. I mean, there is a populous who will keep feeding it, but I refuse to knowingly provide fodder for their pantries. All the lies poured into the creation of that egregore? Feck. Imma separate myself from that bull-oney as fast as I can.
Thirdly, I’ve grown out of it. I’m not the person I was two years ago, or even four months ago. Having shed the remnants of an illusion (and twelve pounds to boot), I see that those with whom I thought I could forge a magical way do not fit into the grand scheme of things. As ever I wish much for them. Our paths simply diverge too much for us to walk side-by-side.
I planned to tell you this in two weeks, but it’s become time.
Having turned-out twenty or so students since creating Open Path Training, I see that there is a pronounced need for quality Pagan education. Emphasis on quality. The number of requests I get on a regular basis has grown exponentially. I can’t keep it up with just these two hands.
You’ll note that I have “frozen” much of the OPT content; this is to give me an opportunity to revamp it.
“Revamp it for what?” you ask? Well, the first answer is to the first call: to initiate an ecclesiastical Pagan seminary through which Pagan ministers can get an actual education rather than simply “purchasing” their ordination. It’s also a way for folks to get a Pagan-based religious degree (which is different than an academic degree, mind you). You can earn degrees from associate to doctorate. I have a diverse group of teachers lined up and about fifty to sixty students who have already indicated an intent to enroll. I’m looking for two or three more teachers and, of course, more students. If you are interested, drop me a line as I think I have forgotten to upload the application. *Adds to list of things to fix.*
So, yes. I have founded a Pagan seminary. Go look.
The second call to answer is this: I am also embarking on a new ministry that plays to my strengths. I will be posting at length about Ulfarnir, the new Seiðr group I have started (we have five (or six—we’ll see about the last one) members, I need four to seven for it to work—so it’s already a firm go). I’m going to toss a few lines out there and see if anyone else (local) is interested before the scheduled initiation. I’d love to see some more drummers, a few musicians, a third “sensitive,” and someone who likes to be the center of attention.
If you think you are interested in setting up something like this in your locale—let me get my feet good and wet and I’ll invite you to wade out too. Maybe summer?
Above, you can also find a link to the the grove (which, um, I named—thanks for keeping that straight–In Jan 2013, we renamed the grove, Nine Worlds Kindred, to further separate from that old nastiness).
So, this is the beginning of the end, y’all. Get ready to bookmark some new stuffs.
Wæs þu hail!
 I’ve never been one to panic when my Facebook friends list shifts downward and I’ve always been able to find my sense of self-worth outside of my “page likes.” And I’ve never referred to anyone as my “follower,” because—um, gross.
 I became aware of it when I was working with a woman in a similar situation—except that she had created the monster of another woman’s person. Just after I wrote “Clean-up in Aisle Three,” it struck me like a ton of bricks that the samedamned thing was happening here.
 Doctor of ministry—not philosophy. It’s attractive, but not the same—don’t be confused. It’s like dentist school or chiropractor school, these folks are “Doctors” but not MD. With a ThD, you are “Doctor” and/or “Reverend,” but not PhD. It doesn’t mean a hill of beans outside of a religious framework. But inside a religious framework, it’s as good as you can get!