If someone else were to describe me, they would most likely say that I was a red-haired (auburn really), green-eyed hellion with a weird sense of humor. heh...and they'd be right. (That's how my boyfriend describes me. ) Like my grandmother, I am 5 foot tall and about 100 pounds soaking wet, and I don't let anyone take advantage of me....ever!! If you make me angry, you might knock me down if we got into it, but you'd have to do it every time you saw me. Well, at least, until I won. lol! The only other things that I can think of are that I hate spiders with a passion, and I don't believe in marriage. I did that...3 times, and then made up my mind to never do it again, and there's no changing it. I'm very stubborn that way. Besides my relationship, as I said, is fabulous, so "if it ain't broke, don't try and fix it." That is enough right there, I believe, to satisfy the need for personal information about myself. Funny how I talked of marriage and spiders in the same paragraph, heh....So let's get on to the questions I have been asked.

One of the questions was, "Are you truly celtic?" As far as I know the blood that runs through my veins is a combination of Irish, Scots, and Rom. So I guess that sort of makes me a Celtic Gypsy. lol! My great-grandmother was an Irish immigrant with the most deplorable "english accent" that you've ever heard. No one could understand her, but then her gaelic was impeccable. By english accent, I mean, that when she attempted to speak American english, she did so with a thick Irish accent.

Am I really celtic? As far as I can tell. I know that I am related to a couple of famous scotsmen as well. One was William Clark from the Lewis and Clark Expedition. There are so many Will Clarkes in my family tree that sometimes I wonder if they didn't get confused. Will Clark (from the expedition) was not the first to have this name. There is also a long list of Ó Raghailligh's (O Reilly) in my ancestry, as well as Ó Cuillins, Ó Clerighs, and more that I can't recall how to spell. lol! If it's important, I could send you a copy of my family tree. To date, these three, Irish, Scot, and Romanian Gypsy, are the only cultures that I am aware of in my background and I have made some intensive studies.

Next question in the list was "Why do you indulge in these evil practices? Don't you know that you will go straight to Hell?" .....lmao!....Okay, I said "serious questions".

Next question...I'm just kidding. I will, at least, attempt an answer. I studied both the celtic traditons of the Craft as well as christianity as I was growing up. There was a tug-o-war between these two religions in my respective families, mothers and fathers relatives. As a result, I ended up going to what I thought of as "church" with members of both sides of my family. What's really bad is that I used to fall asleep in "church" all the time. In the christian church, (Church of God: better known as Holy Rollers) this caused the preacher to become full of ire, and he would slam his hand down on the pew nearby me and release the loudest oath of "And Jesus saaaaaiiiiiiiddddddd....." that you've ever heard. Of course, I would jump clean out of my skin at the time. Well I WAS very young. It all just seemed so mundane to me. And in the rituals of the coven my grandmother took me too, I often did the same. Of course, I was extremely bored due to the fact that I had to sit on the sidelines. Most children weren't included in the circle and sometimes, since the following was so large, my grandmother would sit out with me and I'd fall asleep in her lap. lol! No one ever woke me up though, so I had some really peaceful naps.

When it comes to straddling the fence, I did this for many years, but that was during my childhood. I didn't really make my choice until I was about 12 or 13, I guess. And the choice was made because I was made aware of how really different we were from our neighbors. Up until this point, I had no idea. Then my Christian neighbors set fire to my grandmother's house and burned it to the ground....with her inside it. After that, the choice was easy for me. After that, I was afraid of Christians for the longest time. Needless to say, I am over that fear now, and I realize that not all christians are mired in superstious nonsense and hatred any more then all members of the occult worship Satan. It did leave a big scar on me however. My family moved away not long after.

This was when I began to study Wicca, as a matter of fact. I was no longer allowed to attend anything with coven members because my parents were too afraid that they would lose me as well. Can't say that I blame them. But I became even more intrigued with the occult. I wanted to understand why people reacted this way to such a sweet, giving individual like my grandmother. Wicca was as close as I could come to what I had already learned. And I still don't have any answers...other than ignorance and fear and superstition, but these don't make any sense to me because she had lived nearby every one of these people for a long time. They all knew her. She had given many of them things when they were in need, such as clothes, food, and even care. She babysat some of their children and visited ailing neighbors with gifts of soup and homemade remedies. They "knew" she wasn't evil!! So as far as I am concerned, these "nice" people were the evil ones. They made a snap judgement based on her religion. It mattered little to them that she was such a giving, loving woman and only five foot tall. They were afraid of her!! Does any of this answer your question?

Next question: " What coven do you belong to?" At present, none but when I was attending coven rituals, my grandmother called it Na Ceilteac Cumhnant, if that makes any sense. My gaelic is extremely rusty. lol! It means The Celtic-----------something or other. I forgot the english word. I do know it. I just can't think of it right now. It was also called the Coven of the Sun.

"What do you believe?" My answer to this one is if you are really interested, then read my website. That's the main subject. In fact, let's go there right now......

Three things from which never to be moved: One's Oaths, One's Gods, and the Truth. The three highest causes of the true human are: Truth, Honor, and Duty. Three candles that illuminate every darkness: Truth, Nature, and Knowledge.

We will keep the faith until the sky falls upon us and crushes us, Until the earth opens up and swallows us, Until the seas arise and overwhelm us. Until it is the end for all of us. Yet it is only the beginning...And fear doesn't belong here.