A personal story from one of our subscribers
My return to Witchcraft after 20 years: The Supernatural and Protection Magick
My name is Helen. I am 45 years old, and I live in Derbyshire. I am a Wiccan Witch and I have been for over 20 years. In the last couple of years, I have been able to study and practice my craft, with it being both accepted and accessible thanks to the Internet. I am finally able to get my hands on the books I used to dream about reading. I now have an endless supply of Magickal equipment and ingredients, that in my earlier years I never thought I would be able to own. Even though I haven’t practiced my craft for 20 years, it was still there waiting for me when I lovingly opened my box of Magickal items.
What happened next, no amount of research could have prepared me for what I went through every day and night. My story starts about a week after my re-dedication to Wicca and the Craft. I was preforming simple positive Ritual and Spells for health, happiness etc and meditating. I didn’t do any spirit work or anything negative.
The night visitors
It started slowly at first. Every night in bed I would feel something get onto the bed and gently touch my feet. The bed would feel like it was being lifted off the floor and it would start to shake. Then, the night visitors came. Every night I would see or feel their presence. The first time I saw one I woke up in the middle of the night to see a dirty grey dressed woman with long wet black hair bent over the bed staring at me. I screamed and she disappeared. The next night I woke up to see a man stood on my husband’s side wearing a tan trench coat. He reminded me of Castiel from Supernatural and I felt protected and safe. I saw him a few times that night, each time in a different place. In the morning I told my husband about it, and he told me that his Grandad always used to wear a tan trench coat and yes, he did look a lot like Castiel when he was alive.
Another time I woke up to see a large Shimmering light that looked like a beautiful Celestial doorway. Every time I woke up it had moved around the room. I believe this was an actual doorway between our worlds. I felt at peace and loved, and I went back to sleep with a huge smile on my face.
One night Jack my English Bull Terrier was poorly so I slept downstairs on the sofa with him and George my Staffordshire Bull Terrier. At about 3am whilst I was reading, I looked across the room and I could see a cat slowly form. It started off like tracking from an old video tape. Then got clearer. It was my cat Holly who had died 5 years ago. Then another cat appeared. It was my other cat Phoenix who died last year. I could see another cat coming through (I used to have 8 cats) but George went up to them and they vanished.
One of the worst ones was something that I have always feared. I woke up to see a face inches away from my own. I screamed and punched it on the nose! I have seen this face again but when I saw it, I had my eyes closed. I didn’t see it in my mind’s eye, it was like I was seeing it through my closed eyelids. I have never experienced anything like that before. The one that made me reach out and get help was when I saw a small green glowing creature about the size of a cat. It was on my bedside table. I knew it was not from this Earth and it just felt so very wrong.
I reached out to fellow Wiccans and Witches on Instagram, and they gave me the help and advice that I needed to be able to control these visits. You see I had opened myself up completely to everything without the proper protection in place. All the books that I had read did not prepare me for any of this at all, and I had become a beacon to anything supernatural. Now that I have the proper amount of protection in place I am in control, and I have closed this beacon and these night visits no longer happen. The moral of my story is that Witchcraft is real. My experiences proved that to me and made my beliefs even stronger as I have seen it with my own eyes.
Whist all of this was going on I have also started to hear in both ears, church bells, singing, animals etc. I lost my Mum 13 years ago to cancer and one afternoon I heard her calling me by my nickname Hels. Only my Mum and Dad called me that and both are no longer living. So, if you are interested in Witchcraft then please learn about protection before anything else.
Written by Helen Mirfin