I was lucky enough to be born in a priestess household, with a mother who followed an eclectic and devoted spiritual pathway, with a particular dedication to and embodiment of Ishtar/Isis; which manifested through incantations and immense sexual magnetism, and a charisma which either drew people to her or caused them to lash out in jealousy.
In my childhood, the warning was always "Don't tell them we're witches!" to conceal your power in case it led to being run of town by a mob with flaming torches. In the 1980s, it was still taboo to discuss witchcraft or paganism publicly, and a lot of fear in the general population was rampant from satanic child abuse scandals in the media. I had witnessed this shunning for being magical happen enough times to Mum to know it was possible to be burned for shining too brightly. I saw her claiming sovereignty in her life, work and relationships, fighting to be respected, and choosing to say NO in situations where, at that time socially, the acceptable thing at the time would have been to grit her teeth and suffer through as a meek, conformist woman.
I feel lucky to have had the chance to grow up in the 80's with this glamourous, sexy, powerful and magical parent. Unfortunately, this lineage initiation was never fully congruent, as Mum was frequently working overseas, and would come home deeply wounded from th