Monday, 1 November 2010
Now we have just past Halloween – and, yes, I did have a marvellous time – I thought you might like to know that the police force here in London has been issued with thoughtful and sensitive advice on dealing with the great sisterhood of witches. Indeed, they have. Officers of the Metropolitan Police have a 300-hundred page guide (not all about witches!) with all sorts of helpful tips on dos, don’ts and correct procedures. The details outlined in the Sunday Telegraph yesterday helped raise a smile amidst the residues of party Armageddon!
To begin with officers are advised against touching a witch’s Book of Shadows. Yes, we all have one, a personal, hand-written account of each singular and unique journey in the mysteries of the Craft. There is magic here, the magic beginning with pen put to paper and continuing to weave a spell. It’s a mystery and like all mysteries has to be kept secret, so I’m not prepared to say anymore, or to allow the police to have access on a whim!
The other thing Mr Plod should avoid is touching my ceremonial dagger, my athame, without permission, or interrupting a pagan ceremony. If by chance they happen to do so, and if by further chance they discover that a blindfolded, bound and naked person happens to be the focus of the said ceremony, they are not immediately to jump to conclusions. It’s just as well they stayed away from my party then, or various erroneous conclusions might have been leapt at!
Actually, I shouldn’t really make fun of this, though the earnestness really invites humour. It’s a measure of the growing importance of witchcraft that officers are being introduced to terms like “merry meet” and “wickening”; to festivals such as Imbolic, Lughnasadh and Samahin. It’s delightfully educational; I’m just not sure what it has to do with policing. “Pagans”, we are told, “have no religious dietary laws. However, many, though not all, witches are vegetarians”. Yes, but so what? It seems, well, a tad on the banal side
Meanwhile, you can burn my house, steal my car, drink my liquor from an old fruit jar. Do anything that you want to do, but uh-uh, honey, lay off of my Book of Shadows. :-)
...Burn to me perfumes! Wear to me jewels!
Drink to me, for I love you! I love you!
I am the blue-lidded daughter of Sunset;
I am the naked brilliance of the voluptuous night-sky...