A prodigy Witch

I started life out in Chicago, Illinois in 1966. My mother managed a small apartment complex and my father did the maintenance. When they married he moved my Mother to Chicago to isolate her from her family, and for a while, it worked.

But eventually, she grew tired of his lying, cheating, and gambling, from my understanding he was not very good at any of it. My Mother returned to Atlanta with my older sister and me, she established herself and soon he darkened her doorstep looking for a way back in and she finally broke down and allowed him to move in.

He was only there for about six months, I was two years old at the time, wearing coke bottle glasses, and hyper to the point that everyone took turns sleeping, the doctors eventually put me on an ADHD medication, though I am not even sure that is what it was called back then.

But my Mother eventually took me off of the medication, telling the doctor that she’d rather put up with my hyperactivity than have a two-year-old zombie, later we found out that what that doctor did by putting me on that medication was highly unethical.

My father was back less than six months and managed to lose the title to my Mother’s car, and the deeds to lakefront property that a relative had left her in her will. As it turned out this was my Mother’s breaking point, she kicked him out and filed for a divorce. I have been told by others that after my father left I grieved for almost two weeks, I wouldn’t eat and I was at the point of malnutrition.

One Sunday while we were at my Grandparent’s for dinner, my Aunt was a Third Degree High Priestess, and my Uncle a Second Degree High Priest. My uncle came in and immediately picked me up, walked over to the table took a spoonful of food, and with tears in his eyes asked me to please eat, I took a bite, and I am told that tears streamed down his face. If it had not been for him I would have been in the hospital within a day or two. My uncle became someone I looked up to and a lifelong role model.

My Mother met my stepdad when I turned three, he was Mexican-American and came from a huge family with eleven kids, his mom, dad, and a slew of cousins. I spent many of my Summers at the home of my Dad’s parents in Seneca South Carolina. By far some of my best childhood memories come from that period in my life.

I have four siblings, three older and one younger. The oldest is the son of my biological father, he is seventeen years older than I am, we met when I was very young and have not seen one another since. The second in line was my Older Sister, she is nine years older than I am and I worshipped her, a pity really because we are no longer close, even though she has made some pretty horrible choices in her life she could not deal with what she called my lifestyle.

My third sibling shared a father with my sister and he lived with his father until he was fourteen years old, he was seven years older than me. At that time he came to live in my Mother’s and Dad’s home, he and I shared a room, keeping in mind that I am seven.

Soon after he moved in he started molesting me when everyone else would go to bed. He put knives to my throat, and threatened to set the house on fire while everyone was asleep, he held me down with pillows over my face. He told me if my family died it would be my fault!

The molestation went on until I was twelve years old, and then one day it just stopped. I suffered in silence hating both of my parents because I was led to believe that they knew about what was happening and did nothing to stop it.

Of course, my parents did not have a clue what was happening, they were so stressed trying to pay the bills that it was just something that was easily overlooked. I fell into a deep depression and it wasn’t until one day someone handed me a book from an Author named Sybil Leek. “The Diary Of A Witch” I wore the ink off the pages I read it so much. It helped me put a finger on something that I couldn’t figure out alone, I was different, I was a Male Witch.

At the age of fourteen, I taught myself to read regular playing cards, I have never liked the tarot, it comes easy for some, but to me, it is simply overly complicated and of course, no matter what you read it is just a tool to pull energy.

At the young age of 14, I went to work at my Aunt’s Witchcraft Shop, which back then was taboo, but that didn’t stop me. It wasn’t long before my Aunt’s customers were requesting me for readings, this went over like a ton of bricks with her other readers. After all what kind of life advice can a Fourteen-year-old have to offer, the kind that comes from without and flows through you, it is called channeling.

In the 80's I started producing Psychic Fairs in Atlanta, I had about twelve Psychic's, and ten vendors selling books, crystals, amulets, oils, incense, and musical instruments modern to the Newage community. I had Witches and Psychic come from far and wide to work my fairs, we were highly successful.

I got plenty of coverage from the mainstream media, we were featured on talk shows, local news, and local radio stations. I had a spokesperson that I handpicked for the group her name was Lotus. She did a fabulous job during the many interviews that she did, she was a major part of our success.

The only person in my family who took issue with me giving card readings was our matriarch, my grandmother, she was a fence post Christian and she said I was sending my soul to hell. Five years of sexual abuse by my older brother was hell, what I was doing then was heaven. My Aunt and Mother stood firm and they did not allow my grandmother to bully me into quitting so forty years later here I am still doing what I love, how many people get to say that?

My fourth sibling and the youngest live in the Midwest, and she found me through a heritage website in 2011, just before Angel and I moved to Mexico and bought the property. I just sold my home in the States, the one in which I had a home invasion last year, luckily as an update the guard was found on the property bound and gaged. It was a huge property and really a lot to keep up.

My fourth sister was the daughter of my biological father he did the same thing to her mother that he did to mine. He was abusive and my sister never met him. She came to visit soon after we brought our son home, she stayed a week and I guess I didn’t live up to her expectations because she returned home and we have never been in contact since. I think the fact that I am a Witch was too much because she seemed to love Angel and our Son.

I am not a victim, I refuse to be my brother’s victim and I refuse to be a victim of the people who invaded my home last year. I am strong and resolute in my desires and in my goals, and the goals that I have set for my son. He will go to college if that is his desire, I will not force my will upon him I will leave it up to him, but he is a bright and intelligent young man.

At the age of sixteen, I was given my first-degree initiation at Candlemas, I was honored by some of the most well-known Witches back in the day, they came from all over, after all, I was the prodigy of a Queen Witch, and when she called you came. I was the youngest initiate in the coven, I was very much devoted to our High Priestess, I took every class that was offered, and soon I was standing in and giving class myself.

At the age of twenty-one, the issue of Gay marriage came up in the group, there was a male couple who wanted to have a handfasting which is the equivalent of a marriage when administered by a High Priest or Priestess. The High Priestess of my Coven wanted to perform the hand Fasting and my Aunt who was a High Priestess in the same Coven disagreed, my Aunt was against Gay Marriage and my High Priestess was for it. It wasn’t long until I was pulled into the middle of both of them and I decided to vote with my feet, I left the group at the age of twenty-three.

I moved North of Atlanta with my mother in tow and took a job at a Nursing Home, I worked the third shift as a Certified Nursing Assistant Supervisor, and that is where I met Lady Purusha. Three years later she gave me my second degree, and two years later several of her elders gave me my third and final degree at Candlemas. During the time that I worked, I continued to do readings which led me to launch my own website in the year 2000.

I decided to write this article today because it touches on several topics in which I am currently working with a few of my clients. Life is hard, but none of us has to be an eternal victim, we can choose to become something else, to be someone else. We can follow our hearts and manifest our dreams, magic happens, it is real and if you let it touch your heart it will heal you.

This is just a snippet of a book that I will release in about two months, it is my life story, a true story, I know because I have lived every single minute of it. I am not sure what the point of this story is and I never really am, words just seem to flow when I start typing. I hope that if someone out there is suffering maybe my truth will help them somehow. May the Goddess bless you and yours. Keep an eye out for my book. I will announce the release date soon.

Blessed be, Phelan