Creating Reality

     I remember stepping into the Car 86 office at the start of an afternoon shift a few years ago. I found that my partner, the child protection worker, was already sitting at her desk. Poker faced, she handed me an action alert which directed us to assess the mother of an eight year old child. This mother was diagnosed with schizophrenia and was believed to be off of her medications.  This mother was beginning to decompensate. The neighbors reported that this woman was becoming paranoid and delusional, becoming a danger to herself and her child. The action alert stated that several times in the last few days this woman had called 911, reporting that my police department had been infiltrated by Witches. She thought that these Witches were sending thought energy into her brain and controlling her actions.

     I raised an eyebrow and looked up from the action alert in my hands. My partner was starting to giggle as the mirth that she had been concealing began to leak out. Small wonder, since she knew what I am.

     I was a cop, and am now a police dispatcher. I am a witch. In my case, both of these statements are true. The average citizen in Western society seems to be able to grasp the idea that a person could be one or the other. A lot of baggage comes along with the “W” word. Centuries of myth and propaganda make it impossible for many people in today’s world to see how both of these can be combined in one person. For many people the word “Witch” conjures up images of frightful crones with pointy hats and familiar cats, not police officers.

My co-workers have come to see that I am not some secret agent of some evil conspiracy that infiltrated the Vancouver Police Department 30 years ago. My partner the social worker understood that I was not controlling that schizophrenic’s thoughts with magic. Yet that action alert in my hands was further evidence that there are still quite a few people in our society that did not yet share my colleague’s insight.

There is a lot of misinformation out there. Until you meet a Wiccan like me, it is often hard to separate the facts from the fiction. Seeing me in uniform back then, there was no way for a citizen to know that I was a Witch. My existence confounds them. Yet here I am, living proof.

In November 1992, CBC Radio host Peter Gzowski read out a letter from a Wiccan living on Saltspring Island, British Columbia, on his Morningside radio show. The author of this letter had listed several professions that Wiccans were involved in. Law enforcement was one of the professions on that list. Gzowski laughingly commented to the listeners:  “Do you really think that any police officers are Witches?”

I’m sure that many of Gzowski’s listeners would have answered this question in the negative. Fortunately for us Wiccans, a friend of mine was listening to that broadcast and recorded it. They sent the tape to me. I immediately dashed off my own letter to Peter. A few weeks later his producer telephoned and quipped, “OK, Peter

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Samhain/Calan Gaef/Einherjar 2007

Until you meet a Wiccan like me, it is often hard to separate the facts from the fiction.