- Everybody at Witch Camp was pretty much psychic. So I felt silly telling people that I’m a psychic counselor.
- I met a woman there that I admire, and she agreed to be my mentor. What exactly that means, we don’t know yet.
- After a while I got really tired of invoking air, fire, water and earth for every single circle that was cast. I was like OK, I GET IT–AIRE, FIRE, WATER, EARTH–NOW TELL ME SOMETHING I DON’T KNOW!
- I ate and slept a lot at Witch Camp. It felt like my body really needed that.
- On Monday I did not want to deal with anything anymore and was pretty much ready to go home. But that evening somebody taught me how to drum and then let me use his drum for the remainder of the evening, and that’s when I felt ready to stay for the rest of the week.
- One time I decided that I wanted to do some screaming, and I wanted to have a witness. So Danielle and I went into the woods, and I screamed, and she was there.
- I realized that I have a fear of men. It’s all because of sex. I’m afraid of men that I’m attracted to because I’m afraid they’ll think I’m attracted to them. And I’m afraid of men I’m NOT attracted to because I’m afraid they’ll think I’m attracted to them.
- I also realized that I’m ageist. I would much rather spend a week with a group of people my age, give or take 5 years, than with a group of people my age, give or take 20 years.
- There were these two girls that I thought were so beautiful, it made it very painful for me that neither of them seemed particularly interested in talking to me outside of the obligatory “I’m at Witch Camp and I love everybody here.”
- Most people at Witch Camp were polyamorous. I am not, but I spent a good amount of time wondering if that’s just out of fear and convention.
- This one time we did a healing ritual. There were some crazy healings going on, with people convulsing and spitting. It made me feel very bad about my own healing abilities. I have never made anybody convulse or spit.
- I came into confrontation with a lot of things about myself that I don’t love 100%. Like how fucking uptight I am, how I need to break up with my boyfriend, how I feel really uncomfortable answering the question “So what does a psychic counselor do?”, how I don’t want to massage hairy men or cuddle with bald men (yes, I am that shallow), how there are people who are a lot more psychic than I am, how I have a hard time moving my voice or body in front of a group, how I’d rather be by myself than with people, etc. But somehow I was able to move through most of the stuff as it came up and look at it a few hours later and say “Wow, I’m not really worried about that anymore.”
- At first I was annoyed by how many people went by chosen instead of given names. But as I got to know them and realized how nice those people were, I forgave them.
- There was a group ritual involving the entire camp (about 100 people) every night. To the last night’s ritual I wore elaborate face paint with lots of glitter and a third eye on my forehead. I dug it.
- I think I’ll be back next year.
