Today sees the birth of my simple little website. Here I shall share with you my progress on my spiritual path, the challenges of being a witch in the modern world and the trials and tribulations of being the owner of five very naughty Degus. Like I said in my introduction, I will continue to record my most personal thoughts in my private spiritual journal - I'm not one who believes in this funny trend of washing all your dirty linen in public. Sure I'll wash my socks for you occasionally but I'll keep the knickers to myself thank you very much.....
Also at the moment I am working in an industry where one could possibly be a little too forth coming for the liking of senior management. So for the dual purpose of respect and self preservation, the adult rated stuff must sadly stay under lock and key. However in the delightfully modern world of equal opportunities, it is now illegal to discriminate against a person for religious reasons. So I shall share willingly and with candour anything to do with my craft, my path and my religion. And sincere apologies that you miss out on the naughties!
So first things first. This is a picture of a degu. "What exactly is a degu?" is the first question people usually ask me (straight after -"So you worship Satan, right??" (umm.... No...) and "Can you cast me a love spell?" (I could but I probably won't).
This is a degu. Kind of a cross between a rat and chinchilla. They eat everything, my books, my altar, my clothing. They also widdle on everything I own, my ouija board has not been right since being used as a degu loo... I am owned by five degus named Drifter (my own personal nemesis of a degu), Caramel, Wispa, Crunchie and Minstrel. The relationship between witch and degu is a complex one. I have the advantage of higher consciousness, access to books, opposable thumbs and the knowledge and power of the internet. They have a wheel and a water bottle. Yet they beat me in every clash of wills you could care to name. I am but a servant to the whim of the degu. And I don't like it at all. But that is how things are and that is how things must be. And they can live up to 13 years. Thirteen years of subservence to a rodent. A man could go mad thinking too much about that....
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