So what’s my story?

Who am I? And how did Ancient Allies come to be?

Many years ago, at the young and impressionable age of 18, I found myself helping my family clean out an old homestead.

It had belonged to an elderly woman, who had passed away, and was considered to be pretty eccentric by 'local folk'.

Rumors had circulated throughout the community about her odd ways for as long as I could remember. Of course, at 18 years old that wasn't very long. But it was a lifetime for me.

I could barely recall her walking among the living. Most of my memories of her had been woven with a thread spun from the tales of others.

All through the day I overheard the women in my family speak of her in hushed voices. Yet I couldn't recall any of them having known her. Over and over again I heard them disdainfully refer to her as a Witch. 

I helped sort through her things, packing them up for her family to haul off and sell.

As I handled her precious belongings, I began to feel as though many of this very fascinating woman's attributes were being revealed to me.

It became quite clear that , if her lifestyle was to be measured according to the standards that were held by the societal majority, she was indeed 'unusual'.

It made sense to me that community members considered her suspect, so often questioning her intentions. It didn’t sit well with me. And it didn't seem just, as far as right and wrong are concerned. But it did make sense. The contents of her home sent a clear message that her days were spent in a world quite unfamiliar to them.

Her kitchen was a virtual wonderland for a young woman prone to the whispers of the other world, such as myself.

She had jar upon jar of herbal tea blends, endless bottles of tinctures brewing, and herbal oils and vinegars galore!

I found myself completely enthralled.

I uncovered the most amazing assortment of 'lotions, potions, and creams' in her bathroom. All made by her own hands and labeled in a hastily scribbled script.

Her LOVE for herbs and crystals could be seen in every nook and cranny of her home. They lay around in the most enchanting fashion. I might have considered it all a big mess, if it weren't for the fact that they somehow seemed to belong exactly as they were.

Notes were laying about, carelessly tossed into drawers, and pinned to an old barn wood board on the wall. There were journals, tucked in among the cookbooks, on a shelf in her kitchen. Oh how I wish I had those journals now.

It rapidly became very clear that this woman had a wealth of experience AND knowledge in a world I never knew existed before that day. A world I instantly felt right at home in.

I found myself left with a burning desire to seek out the age-old wisdom she had possessed.

Bit by bit, I learned of her ways. The Ways of Olde.

Still, I did not live 'fully in them'. I was stifled by the imprint which had been made on my mind that her world was forbidden. A place where 'respectable' people would never go.

This counterfactual belief kept me from fully immersing myself in the world of magic for much of my life.

But the world of magic is exactly where I belonged. It's call could not be ignored. Eventually, I would have to answer it. And answer it I did.

That was nearly a decade ago now. And since I put aside my part-time dabbling in the Olde Ways and began to walk fully in them, I am fulfilled. I am satiated. I am whole.

I would say that I wish I had succumbed to magic's call earlier, but I know better than that. The paths I traveled to get where I am sculpted me into the person I am today. And I do love her.

As I freely walk through the world of magic now, I acquire a seemingly endless stream of knowledge. I am GRATEFUL for this.

Much of this knowledge comes from the FABULOUS PEOPLE I encounter along the journey. People who have known magic at length, people who have just met her, and even people who have yet to make her acquaintance.

I adore that so many members of modern-day society are returning to the tried and true Olde Ways of our ancestors. It makes me feel as though young women, who are like the young woman I once was, will be free to walk the path that is right for them without fear of condemnation.

Out of a desire to birth a community where all magical practitioners, no matter what their path, who seek to learn the Ways of Olde can come together and share their wisdom with one another, I created Ancient Allies.

I am delighted that you have found your way here. I look forward to getting to know you.

I hope you enjoy my off-beat, hippie-dippie, domestic diva-like, pretty witchy, apothecarist self.

Together we can push this little community to new heights. I welcome you with open arms to the Ancient Allies Family.

Bountiful Blessings ~ Diane (The Ancient Allies Witch)


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