The light of the full moon is illuminating the night. The moonbeams are enchanting a clearing in a dark wood. On this clearing a bonfire is burning. Over the flames of the fire, there hangs a boiling bronze cauldron. The solitary scream of an owl is cutting through the silence of the night.
On the clearing a woman is standing, clad in dark clothes, black like the midnight in a moonless night.
In her hands she holds an old broom made from brush. On her head she has a black pointy hat, with a big brim that casts shadows over her face. You can not see her age. When someone is able to see beyond the shadows, that are veiling her face, for some she appears as ugly old hag. For some as the wise old woman, with a cunning smile and warm eyes. To some maybe even as a young, beautiful and seductive sorceress. But in reality she is ageless.
Near the feet of this strange woman three fat toads are sitting and it seems that they are watching the fire. And near this woman you can see a strange shadow, moving in the darkness. The eyes of this shadowy creature are glowing in the dark, they reflect the glow of the fire. You can see that this shadow is not a demon, but a black cat. Bats are flying around the fire and are hunting for insects, that were summoned by the light of the fire. The shapes of spirits appear for a second in the flames and in the smoke of the fire, it is like they are ensouling the fire and the smoke. But in the next moment they are gone.
The boiling in the cauldron gets louder and the witch is using the handle of her broom like a spoon, to stir her potion.
A loud laughing is haunting through the night, some crows are scared out of their resting places in the trees and are flying away from the fire. The cat makes an arching and is hissing but the witch didn’t stop to laugh. Her laughing can be heard all around the countryside.
She is the Archetypical Witch.
She is feared by many people, others are searching for her knowledge and her power, some are going to her when they need her help. Maybe to get a spell that hinders an unfaithful man from straying, or to banish an evil spirit, or to bring the luck back into a home, or to help a loved one to get healed in times of illness or maybe to curse an enemy.
When it is about these things, the people forget their fear- or overcome them and go to her.
And also when it is about the thresholds in life. At birth she is the midwife, she is guiding the elderly on their last journey while they are dying and after death she is the one that buries the corpse, she opens the doors to the light of the otherworld- if spirits lost their way after death.
In all these times the blessing of the Archetypical Witch is needed.
But many are fearing her dark side, she is the nightmare of all those people who do evil.
They are scared by her power, they are frightened that maybe she will curse them, for the evil things that they have done. And because of this fear, they are hunting her, try to control her or maybe take away her power. But the Archetypical Witch is cunning, even when her enemies are thinking that she is crazy, when they project their own shadows on her- all their fears and their own wickedness. They try to make the people believe- that she is evil and wicked- so that she gets feared also by other people.
The Archetypical witch was has never dissapeard, she was never truly beaten, nobody was able to break her. She was always there, lingering in the shadows, on the liminal places, on the crossroads, near hollow hills or gallow hill, on old cemetries and on the clearings of the dark woods, she was always was there beneath the things, in the edges and fringes and all the thresholds. She was hidden in the shadows, but always on the pulse of the things that happened.
She was waiting there, waiting that the times will change again. That the people will see more than the evil old hag in her, that the people will search again for her power and her many blessings.
She is standing on the clearing of her dark woods, in the shadows at midnight under the light of the full moon. And she looks into her potion, that is boiling in her cauldron, there she sees what once was, what is happening in the now ans what maybe will be come into being…. and the spirits talk to her through the shadows, whispering the secrets into her ears, she knows the ancient Queen of Crossroads- the Mistress Witchcraft. And she knows the Black Man of the Sabbath, the Horned Lord and Cunning Master. Through her they stayed alive too- and the Archetypical Witch brought their power and blessings into the world until this day…