When I was a really young girl my grandmother taught me my first spell. I did not realize that it was a spell and did not realize that I would be influencing my mother’s life in any way…but my Grandmother knew something. She understood that the blood of the witch ran through my veins and understood that with how sick my mother was…she needed the attention of magick constantly. And thus she knew that if she had me, her granddaughter, someone who was around my mother all the time…doing this spell for her, all the time, it would strengthen my mother fastest. So, she taught me how to use the power of daisies and dandelions to do this simple, but effective Wiccan healing spell.
You simply take the Dandelion and the daisies and you alternate them, rubbing them on the arm and neck and shoulders of the person who is sick. In this case, I rubbed them on my mom all the time. She said it felt good. I knew I was helping Grandmother but did not know how exactly. She had taught me a chant to go with it, that went like this…
“Oh Mother these flowers will get you well, as long as I am here I can tell”
I would sit for hours with her and rub her with the flowers and chant the same sentence over and over because I understand that I was helping my grandmother. But it was more than that. Even without knowing I was Wiccan, or what Wicca was or even what spell casting was, or that this was my first spell…I knew in my heart it was somehow helping my mother. And that was the most important thing to me of all. I wanted to show her I loved her, and show her I cared. I wanted to use the spell, even though I did not understand it was a spell, to take her pain away. I wanted to heal her. With that energy that I had, channeled with the right ingredients, my grandmother knew. And it worked. It really worked. My mother recovered. Even though the doctors told her she had a zero percent chance of living, she recovered. And it was a miraculous recovery, very quickly. I can tell the flowers help and the doctors even joked that maybe I was a little witch. But I do not think they knew, they were just really surprised. I found Wicca that day when they let my mom leave the hospital. My grandmother explained to me what it is, and what had happened. That is the day I became a witch, officially. I was six years old.