A Witch’s New Year in the Bible Belt


Fate, and Blogger, are capricious things... Im pretty sure you noticed Jacob the post that popped up a few minutes ago, well that was a draft meant for later. This is what I was supposed to publish today. But I’m a child of Fate, so I wont delete the first post. But here is a shorter version of the events. I wanted to split the information into more manageable chunks. Read both if you like... I hope your eyes dont pop out of their sockets. The first seven or so paragraphs of the two posts are identical *shakes fist at Blogger, but leaves Fate alone... she has a temper*

Before writing this post, I read dozens of emails from Wicked Darlings wanting to make sure that Sandy’s wrath didn’t smack me around too hard. I wish to thank those lovely souls, and let everyone know that I’m starting this Witch’s New Year in the Bible Belt, and Sandy hasn’t gotten  to Chicago… yet.

My family and friends in New York City are doing all right, too. A few lost power for a while; and there was an incident that involved a porch landing on a car, but the latter is a good thing because the clunker needed to go. In fact, I’m almost sure the smashing was an answer to collective prayers—that car was a fume-spewing-rust-camouflaged death trap.

Also, my Wicked Luvs, I wouldn’t worry too much when it comes to your Wicked Witch Writer and storms. I have the feeling that it won’t be the thing that sends my witchy soul flying to the Summerlands. You see, many of the most important events in my life have taken place around the most inclement of weathers.

I was born in the middle of a tropical storm that left half the village without roofs. When I first came to the United States (wearing shorts and flip flops because it was the beginning of May) New York City got nine inches of snow. The underground subway, and part of the airport, was flooded on the day I left home to become a small weapons technician for the Marine Corps. And five years ago, I walked away from the man I loved most through a hailstorm that cracked my windshield nearly in half.

A couple of days ago, with my car packed to the point of insanity, I drove away from New York in order to rejoin Jacob (the loved man in question) in the Midwest. So you can say that I wasn’t surprised when my rearview mirror showed rain darkening the Big Apple’s skies and winds turning every tree branch into a leaf-bare whip.

I figured Fate, once again, felt the need to mark a significant event in my witchy life with one of her overdramatized mad cleansings. I worried about the family and friends I left behind, but the skies brightened as I drove west. A good sign, I thought. Today, I’m happy to say that the omen is now fact, for the clunker was the only thing closed to me that perished under Sandy’s stormy ways. 

I’m pretty sure that right now, Wicked Darlings who visit Pagan Culture regularly are blinking a lot after having reread the last paragraph. The most vocal ones are probably saying, “Jacob? Who’s Jacob? You’ve always shared everything with us, Wicked Witch Writer, so how come I don’t know anything about this Jacob?”

Well, my Luvs, the complete answer would take many posts… perhaps three books. But here is the very short version:

The Piano Man, the Little Princess and I have spent the last few weeks saying goodbye. There was pain, of course. Thank goodness, not so much from the Little Princess who felt much better after knowing that everyone, would remember her birthday and she would still get her presents. I’m still wishing I didn’t have to cause the Piano Man any pain, but he knows that I gave him all I had to give these last two years. But about a decade ago, I gave Jacob wife and it turns out that he chose to keep that.

Don’t believe for a second, my Wicked Luvs, that I will leave you openmouthed and detail-less; I’m not that wicked. Yet, this post is getting too long… I promise to spend the next few weeks sharing the story of Jacob and me, and showing proof that every now and again even clichés hit the nail on the head.

Over five years ago, through sobs and a broken heart, I told Jacob, “I need to leave right now or we’ll destroy the possibility of a life together. If we are truly meant to be, then we will.” It seems that we were. We just needed to live a little, meet people who made our lives better—and annoyed us to death in some cases, but let’s focus on positives, right?

Speaking of clichés and positives, thirteen months ago, when all this started, I asked for the help of four wicked wise women. I needed assistance clearing my mind and making sense of things. A few weeks ago, one of the three Witches told me, “Only time knows how valuable love is.” Thank you, Gina luv. 
A home-warming gift, from Daydream Believer. Gina, you rock!


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  1. Wow you certainly do have major changes going on in your life. Can't wait to hear more about Jacob. Take care darlin and much love sent your way.

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    1. This year comes loaded with all kinds of stuff. I can't wait to share, both the real-life bits and the fictional writings.

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  2. I read both posts, and I have so many questions I can hardly sit still lol. I will wait for you to divulge at your leisure, but do not leave us hanging for to long!

    I admit, my first thought was for the Little princess, and I am glad she is taking it okay.

    Love and hugs to all those involved, that hearts may heal and souls may unite as they should. <3

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    1. The Little Princess is a very intelligent soul. I will go as far as to say that there are many grown ups who will spend an entire life trying to show a bit of the wisdom she shows in one day. I will see about sharing some of the things she said as we said goodbye. She is precious indeed, and her fortitude makes her unstoppable. We all should grow up to be a little like her.

      And thanks for that last sentence. I appreciate every word of it.

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  3. Dearest Magaly and Jacob, I see and feel the timeless ardor from your complete heart. Always nurture it.

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    1. We've been feeling it, too, and we shall do everything we can to nurture it as often as we can ;-)

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  4. I'm confused...are you living in the Bible Belt or Chicago? *waves to the Little-Princess-Who-Can-Never-Be-Forgotten* Sweet gift from Gina....may it bloom to life :)

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    1. I'm living in Chicago, and although the Bible Belt doesn't quite encircle the city, but it works a bit like the wall separating church and state. The wall has all kinds of holes and the belt seems to whip around and slap nearby places.

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    1. Your life must be very sad and insignificant for you to feel the need to hide behind a made up name. I would say that I feel sorry for you, but I'm not. How can I feel for someone who doesn't have the decency (balls or ovaries) to put their "face" behind their words.

      I guess I was wrong about something. I feel sorry that you have to live with yourself. It must be a very difficult task.

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    2. "Your Conscience"? It should read "Your Anonymous Douchebag Maldito Idiota Poster". Who do you think you are passing judgement on someone and a situation you know *nothing* about? Crawl back under your shit-strewn rock and remain there for eternity until you can develop a heart, if you can at all.

      Mags, you are beautiful, and I know that you do nothing on a whim. Fate is your sister, and she will lead you by the hand to your future. Blessings and love to The Little Princess, and may Piano Man find peace.

      \IiiI

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    3. Betty Trevino10/31/2012

      Dear Conscience: clearly you don't know the meaning of the word. Conscience doesn't go around incognito, and it doesn't exist to judge others. It isn't about pointing a finger, it's about the other 4 pointing back at you when you look outside yourself with derision. Magaly is a veteran, a friend, a sister, a daughter and witch and wit the likes of whom you'll never be.

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    4. Dear "no conscience", I cry "ASSHOLE!"

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    5. Awwww, look everyone. It's an itty bitty internet troll. I have a sneaking suspicion that I know who that troll is. Just a hunch. What a pathetic life they lead. Must be really boring on their side of life.

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    6. 'Cry bullshit' on what? A couple broke up. Shit happens. Magaly was gracious enough to give us her POV. That isn't a necessity...this is Magalys' blog so she gets to decide what to write about & how. She owes *no one* an explanation of her actions (but I'm glad that she did, it satiates my never-sleeping curiosity). If you feel that you just can't abide the words Magaly chooses to put on *her* blog, delete yourself.

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    7. Dear Conscience, I wish I could hug you or hold your hand. I can feel that you went through serious hurt and I wish that I could take away some of it.
      I hope that one day you can open yourself up to others. I know that when I did, good things started to happen. Don't let the cynic's wall you built block out the positive. Trust me I did, and I suffered alone for years because of it. Be well.

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    8. I still don't get the bullshit comment.

      I mean, it's just confusing.

      It fails to be mean and at the same time if it was meant to be some sort of stab at presenting the moral high ground in a situation that doesn't lend itself to ethics at all it still comes off as though someone read an entirely different post and then commented here.

      Besides, gurl, you know if someone was going to be YOUR conscience it would be me and I would have wings and just really fabulous pastel hair.

      And I would be saying "It's ok. Let him film it just this once. You guys will look back on it later and be glad you did. Or you'll use the dvd as a coaster. Whatever."

      I would be a terrible conscience.

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    9. You are hiding because you know you were rude and out of line. Magaly doesn't have to share anything with us about her personal life. And yet she did. Am I shocked, damn straight. I'm not about to judge her though because, although I consider her a wonderful friend, I have no idea what her day to day life is. All I can do is wish her happiness and not too much heartache when she has to make the tough choices.

      Have the balls to use your own name, or identity and say "Magaly, what the hell?" Because she is strong enough to answer you honestly, even if it's to just say, "none of your business." You need to have the courage to accept that.

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    10. My Wicked Darlings (not "Your Conscience," for I don't know it from a pile of crap on the sidewalk), but all of you who took the time to reply to this unclear, unsolicited, and highly confusing comment, thanks. Specially you, Angie, for you are right. I don't share everything about me, mostly because I doubt anyone would be interested on the fact that I'm currently snacking on chickpeas and thinking about cutting my toenails, but if people ask a direct question I answer.

      Pagan Culture is about conversation, and the latter can't happen when people hide behind ignorant and misinform remarks.

      Hope everybody is having a wonderful All Hallow's Eve.

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    11. I'm curious about this chickpea snacking - I've never met anyone who just munches away on them before. So there. ;-P Oh, Mags, you're just full of surprises!

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  6. Everyone has an opinion about everything....but just because you have an opinion doesn't mean that you should share it. Especially when you do so in an anonymous non interactive way, it makes you appear weak and pathetic. No one takes what you have to say seriously or with any credence "Your Conscience". You should really just go back to the self criticism and loathing you obviously are filled with and suffer alone.

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    1. I couldn't have said it better myself. Some people should stay in the stinky little corner they have been festering since birth. The fact that they choose to stink doesn't give them the right to make others smell bad.

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  7. So my mental tarot deck sees the Tower in your life right now. Lots of things rashing around you according to this blog. Stay safe Magaly.

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    1. A very high tower indeed. I guess, I will use the perspective and look at everything before flying around ;-)

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  8. I couldn't have said it better, Miss Oma Linda. Such a beautiful painting from Gina.

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    1. I guess we've both echoed Oma Linda's words. The lady has grit and smarts ;-)

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  9. I don't comment as often as I should, but your posts have impressed me since I first discovered them. I'm definitely one of the shocked group. Not bad-shocked, just surprised-shocked. I was concerned for Little Princess and also for Piano Man. It sounds like you both handled this reasonably, and with care for each other. That is so important. I can only wish all of you long and happy lives, and a soul mate to share it.

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    1. I'm very proud of all of us. It was a difficult situation and we did what we could. Thanks for your words.

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  10. Love and best wishes to you on this new phase of your journey! may your heart always lead you in the right direction!

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    1. Thanks so much, Debra. My heart got a brand new compass for All Hallow's Eve ;-)

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  11. Glad you liked the painting....I always see you dancing :D XXX

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    1. I don't "like" the painting, I LOVE it. It is perfect. Like I said, wait until you see where I put it.

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  12. Oh wow, I had to leave your blog for a while to digest what you just shared - I just popped by to wish you a Happy Halloween..! :)
    I am new to your blog, and therefore I don't know about your personal life before this. But we have a saying in Sweden: "Gammal kärlek rostar aldrig". The direct translation is: "Old love never rusts".
    What I know is this: Follow your heart/dream, and spend as much time as you can with the ones you love. Those are the only things people seem to regret not doing on their death beds! ;)

    Oh, and have a great Halloween!

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    1. Those are some powerful words. For indeed, the things we regret most are the things we keep ourselves from doing/getting/having. We might feel bad about things that goes wrong, but there is always (well, most times) opportunities to make them better. But if you let something you care about go, forever, it is very likely that your chance will be gone forever.

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  13. I do remember that name, but holy shit, this threw me for a loop.

    Now did you say Chicago? We are coming out there the day after Christmas to see the big city. Maybe you can be our tour guide?

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    1. I can actually see your face right now and I'm giggling because it is the cutest of expressions.

      Me? Tour guide in Chicago? You obviously want to get lost! Jacob might be a better choice lol. Email me to let me know about the area/address where you are staying. I would LOVE to get together ;-)

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  14. I will confess to a "jaw-drop" moment as I read this post. I am sure you would expect that from your long-time readers. You have to live your true life, being your genuine self. I will also confess, though, to feeling a little sad for Piano Man, after all, you made us love him with your words over the years. That being said, good luck, sweet dreams, happy times, loving Jacob! (just go easy on yourself and all the new experiences...a lot of changes can make your head spin. "Walk without rhythm so you don't attract the worm....")

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    1. It would be difficult to see something lovely break and not feel sad when staring at the pieces. Piano Man is a good man, and I loved him deeply, so this should let you know just how much I love Jacob. It might sound a bit too practical, perhaps even harsh, but I would have never given up PM if what I share with Jacob wasn't bigger than what I know how to measure.

      PM has a huge heart and a lovely brain, I know the one who is meant for him will cross his path soon--I pray for that.

      Thanks for the happy wishes. I shall love hard. And I'm a Caribbean Witch, so I dance at the beat of my own heart whose music is wilder than most. I don't want to "attract the worm..." or have wicked faeries follow me home ;-)

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  15. Gina, your painting is precious... beautiful...
    OK that was the easy part...
    Hey Magaly, this is like the 3rd time I've come to write something here, truthfully... and did the same on the last Jacob post too, typical Libran & couldn't decide which to write on...
    anyway...
    I wanted to say something wise, you know, like I'm an all seeing dude that, well, that can just say something that was right, perfect... but as I hummed & ha'd, I (as per usual) read all the comments (on both posts) and I knew many wise words had already been spoken...
    so...
    Shocked? Yep, gotta tell you I teared up, but I do know that the worst thing to do is stay with someone if it's not quite right, it's not fair on them & it would make you a hypocrite...
    and you Ms Wicked are not a hypocrite.
    So I am sad something beautiful has run it's time, but I am happy that you have found the joy that was actually never lost, just a little misplaced, and (yep some comments) it is no ones business to judge, as you Magaly would have had a lot of soul-searching in the recent past to reach this tough decision... it is nobodies life but yours to live, and may it be magnificent, I wish you completeness with Jacob & that the beautiful Piano Man & his sweet Princess find happiness too x

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    1. Shelle luv, in the years I've known you, I've never heard anything unwise come out of your mouth. I love your words because they always ring true and full of care.

      I know all of us will be okay. Life might be silly and bipolar sometimes, but eventually she gets her act together.

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  16. Now that I've picked my jaw up off the ground after reading both posts and ogling those photos... there isn't much to be said that hasn't already been said by those wiser than myself. Love is a complex thing and often doesn't follow a straight and narrow, easy path. It's often one of the hardest things we face in this life - the real, true once in a lifetime love. Sometimes you have to fight for it, wait for it or walk away from it but at the end of it all, it really does endure. I think, given what you've said, that you handled this tough time extremely well and I just know good things will come PM & LP's way very, very soon.

    I'm really happy that you're happy and that you've reunited with your other half. I wish you guys all the best in the windy city!

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    1. Secure your jaw and ogle away lol. Love is not for the faint-hearted (Google wanted to spell 'heated' but I will ignore it) We have to fight hard and long for the things we want. I'm glad the people involved in this love battle are intelligent, good-hearted, and practical. It still doesn't make things easy, but at least it keeps them civil among the ones who count.

      Thanks for the good wishes. Now, stop encouraging Chicago's winds. I'm trying to spell the city into forgetting its windy nature ;-)

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  17. Gina does rock!!!
    "Your Conscience" "cries bullshit", Well then, they must really stink!
    Big Hugs Magaly ;o)

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    1. Stacy, I love you. That is so true. Someone who goes around crying "bullshit" must be eternally drowning in crap lol

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  18. Wow Mags, I totally missed this. I love you tons, and am here to support you. Just let me know what you need. You share what you want to and when you want to.. anything you do is good with me. After all, it IS your life. HUGS!

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    1. I will send this message to those who forget that just because I choose to share details of my life, it doesn't mean that anyone but me can live it. Thanks for being you, my Kallan ;-)

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  19. Aww I'm glad the little princess took it alright, little kids are strong. <3

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    1. Kids are strong and very wise. Not to mention resilient. I'm happy she too it well, too.

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