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I go by Cody (she/they) and I USE TO BE SCARED OF BEING A WITCH!

My name is Cody- she/they. I'm a Witch, intuitive healer, spiritual doula, pastor, etc. I am Dorothy's Thompson granddaughter, Ase.

I recall a night I fell asleep on my mother's couch, dreaming. A mask attempted to come on my face, which I discerned was that of a witch. Because I was taught witches are evil, I woke up and rebuked the mask in the name of Jesus, huney! For a while, the mask (the mantle) never approached me again, or so I thought until I decided to receive the mantle due to understanding spirituality and theology for myself. I have seminary and black women to thank for that.

After nearly a year of confessing, I was ready to receive the mantle; two days after I told my friend, "I think I'm ready to come out as a Witch," my coach was LIVE on Youtube. The first words I heard her say were, "you're a witch." After much confirmation, I was afraid of using the term because I didn't want to be exiled or outcasted. Nor did I want to have the conversation with my overly religious family. I didn't want to be seen as evil or demonic. Nevertheless, I slowly leaned in fear of persecution and pressed with worthiness and eventually bound myself to magic, therefore, stepping into my power to rightfully heal, liberate, correct, and protect as an Alchemist, as a Witch!

I began my quest to healing and liberation via a prayer, "Lawd, help me to be the REAL me. I want to be free." 

I prayed that prayer nearly seven years ago. Since then, I discovered things I believed God would never approve of, such as being a lesbian, a witch (healer), a poly-girl, and a FREE BLACK WOMAN!

Her living room was my sanctuary, and her lap was my altar. I knew I was called to preach and pastor sitting at her feet. I became an intercessor and a prophet sitting at her feet. Unconsciously, I was exposed to alchemy sitting at her feet.

I didn't need the institutional church or a man to approve me. Instead, I was called sitting at my grandmother's feet, who operated in the fivefold. There wasn't a gift my grandma didn't use for a length of time or for a moment; alchemy surrounded her. While she was imperfect, she was honest. While her process wasn't always healthy, she intended to heal and liberate.

While she wasn't the best mother, she became an extraordinary grandmother. And now, when I speak to her, she doesn't sound the same because she has repented in the sunset. My goal in life, with this work, is to make her proud, to make her famous. To let everyone know, my soul was anchored in the Lawd in Dorothys' House!