I am often asked if the magick I practice is “white” or “black”. It isn’t an easy conversation and the answer to this question is usually not what the querent was after. As a witch, it can be difficult to explain that magick isn’t white or black. Instead I believe that we, as witches, are living in the “Gray Between”.
What is this “Gray Between”? Think of it as a fluid line, the demarcation between light and dark, good and bad, and black and white. It is the precarious place witches and magickal practitioners move in, work from and create all. The “Gray Between” is the ever moving and changing center of our lives and our Craft. It is where magick is born, springing forth in all its endless possibilities.
Gray is the color of fog, the clouds before and after the rain, the ocean depths, and that second before sleep takes us. Gray is that moment just before dawn breaks or dusk falls. It is nothing and everything all at the same time. This place, this shadow realm, can be frightening for those unused to its ephemeral feel. Yet, this is where witches are most comfortable, cozy even. For we know it is from this in between that all things arise and anything can be made manifest.
Within this transitory space the mists of possibility obscure the unimagined, the seeds of creation. Inside this realm of unlimited potential the magickal practitioner seeks to “know”, to cultivate awareness and propagate our energies. The “Gray Between” is a fertile place but its endless twilight asks us to provide the light, our spark of magick, to act as sun and catalyst for growth.
We send our magick forth from this nebulous chasm, a magick that is neither black nor white but somewhere tucked between the two. We do our best to do what we feel is right at the time, but the line that is time can shift and move. Our power, our core strength of will, drawn from the deep wells of the Universe, is color blind. It is only the practitioner that chooses what color the magick is dyed.
Living in the “Gray Between” is a choice, a commitment to one’s self and Craft. When we walk the line between worlds, colors fade, lines blur and magicks meld. The gray is there to obscure, to soften, to balance and cushion our egos. The fluidity of the gray line allows our own morality and ethics to add its own shades, some more white, some a bit darker. The mists we find ourselves in are but the shadows of our own making. Each practitioner walks through them alone, but for their Gods or ideals.
What “color” Witch am I? What color is my Craft, my magick? I can’t tell you for certain because who can truly discern white from black, light from dark? I do know that I am living in the “Gray Between” and have found it to be a place of strength, possibilities, and true magick. May you walk the line, the path, that gives you true magick as well.