Moon White by Melody Carlson

There's this book in my library that i've been eyeing up for about a year now called Moon White, on the subject of Wicca. Late last year I started reading the series and finally found myself at #11 - Moon White. I thought it was a bit odd that a Christian author (she makes this really, really  obvious throughout the series and other books she writes) would write so... kindly about Wicca, but thought she might just be broad-minded and admired her for it.

Boy, was I wrong.

When I came to the line "It really is witchcraft, and it's very bad. Very, very bad." I literally threw the book down in rage. I read this book not only for pleasure, but also this time around for a reading log I have to submit to my teacher in two weeks time, but instead typed up one today to get the fury out of my system. I feel a little bit sorry for my teacher, to be honest. Here's an excerpt I wrote that describes why, exactly, the book made me so f-ing pissed off. "Then, the book takes a dark turn, showing Heather harming her best friend with a curse, being possessed by dark spirits who nearly succeed in making her commit suicide, and finding her stepmother cheating on her father with an old friend. Melody concludes the book with Heather realizing Wicca is responsible for all the painful experiences in the last month, rediscovering Christianity, and setting the record straight with her friends, claiming “It really is witchcraft, and it’s bad. Very, very bad.”"


See what I mean?


I actually like Melody Carlson as a writer. One book I read by her (the first, actually) was about a schizophrenic girl who thinks she's Alice in Wonderland and goes on a quest to find her way out of the rabbit hole. It was a great read, especially considering it was all fiction. But as for Melody as a person... I think i've just got my first taste of rabid Christian prejudice when it comes to the subject of Wicca.


I've said it before, i'll say it again now, I have absolutely no issue with the religion of Christianity whatsoever. I can understand the beauty of it and the appeal, but it's just not right for me. It's when I come across people - not necessarily Christians, but unfortunately they usually are - who slander Wicca as if they know everything about the universe and hell, Wicca is definitely a demonic satan worshipping cult, that I get pissed off.


This is why i've been waiting so long to come out of the broom closet, and why i'm waiting still. I have one friend who I'm sure will do exactly this, and if not her then her parents, and this friend and I barely get along as it is. I do, however, still respect her and like her very much, and her family. They are lovely, lovely people, who I want to stay on good terms with.


That's my rant done for today.


Also, my darling Fifi is still missing. I come home every day, expecting to see her by the bay tree I did my spell with, waiting for me with her green eyes and fur that smells like rain, sunshine, dirt and herbs; but she's never there. And every time I believe she'll be there, and she isn't, I just about fall to pieces. I miss her so much it sometimes feel like i'll never be whole again. I forget about her for a while, during class or school, and then suddenly she just comes to mind and the pain is back.


But I have hope. I've heard of people losing their cats for anywhere from a week to six months to find them waiting for them when they come home one day, and I believe in my heart that eventually, we'll find her, or at least know what happened to her. I believe it with all my heart and soul, so that has to make it true... Right?


Blessed be,


Midwinterain. xoxo