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Strange how we search all our lives to find ourselves when we were always right there. I am a witch by choice, found out a few years ago I am Romany in lineage,; so it was that I understood my connection to the earth and magik.. I feel intensely, judge myself harshly at times, and love without reason or sanity. I live out of time and wish for a glimpse of the past as my days wind forward. Not my past, a past of years long gone, days when chivalry lived and love was found in the glimpse of an ankle or a shared smile across a room. The love of long ago that has become illusive at this time in history.
My lineage on my father’s side has been traced back as far as the 12th century, although it is still being researched; I am unaware of the clan I come from , I know my clan moved very frequently. My family traveled until the second world war and then escaped to Canada and ended up in the United States. The papers that accompanied them said Russia and so that is whatwe were "pegged" as.
On my mothers side the bloodline is Parisian French and eventually a migration to Canada, that led to the United States. I knew this side of my family far better than the Romany side, as I was growing up. I was an adult when the entire story of the Romany migration to this country became known to me.So I am exploring and getting to know that world.
The women in my family have read cards for centuries. The only generation that did not was my mother and her sisters (they followed the Catholic church and therefore never developed the skill). I also read tarot, am a “seerâ€; which means I communicate with spirits, and also am an empath. I strive daily to continue to learn new thing and to further my knowledge of all things. Please feel free to ask me any question you wish to ask.
--- Vadoma Witch---
As an Aquarius, I am a gorgeous vision of shimmering awkwardness, a lovely mess of high self-respect but occasional insecurity, a brilliant innovator with a charitable, giving heart. My regard for the citizens of the world -- including the non-human citizens of the world -- compels me to make conscientious and respectful decisions. When it comes to beauty, I like to keep it natural and cruelty-free, but I do love a little flair here and there. I was thrilled when shimmery powders came back, and I jumped at the chance to accent my eyes with a light dusting of glitter.
Underneath the socially progressive exterior of this Fixed Air Sign lurks a future fetishist -- I have a weakness for gadgets, and I love any product touted as revolutionary or new, especially if it's also all-natural. Since I bore so easily, I'M always looking for the next great moisturizer, hair color or cuticle treatment.
Although I have the utmost respect for myself, I'm lacking in the self-esteem department at times. I'm always worrying that I don't look good enough or that I'm not feminine enough. My beauty comes from my ability to accept myself and make the best of the gifts I've been given. I set my own beauty standards, and this independence raises my beauty to a transcendent level. My beauty is not of this world -- it's out of it.
Self image being what it is in this day and age, I looked in the mirror and saw a Romany of the utmost lineage.
Cut from a mold that can be traced to Vlad, who is revered in the homeland and known as a great ruler.
Eyes of green and brown, with flecks of goldenrod shooting from the irises as if lightening striking forth.
With lips that are sewn into a bow from birth and kissed by an angel to lock in all the worlds secrets.
A face so plain that no one would look twice except that something from within cries out to be noticed.
The Romany soul, that part that has resonated for generations, as it did before her and will beyond.
She longs for a fire beside a road, a crowd screaming as she dances and tells of the future.
The caravan of family traveling toward the next town, knowing they are unwanted and yearned for.
It is the gypsy curse to be loved so much you are reviled the moment you get to close, so much so you must leave.
Self image being what it is in this day and age, I looked in the mirror and saw a Romany of the utmost lineage.
Eyes so old they know the deepest pain, they love as never before and refuse to run again.
----------Vadoma Witch---------