The story behind The Silent Seer

I’m Angel — creator of The Silent Seer — and, as I’ve come to understand over the years, I am also an Ancestral Witch & a Green Witch.

If you’re a witch or pagan who feels the pull of this path but isn’t sure where to begin, I want to share my journey with you. Becoming a witch or pagan is not a trend or a quick decision — it’s a deeply personal choice and a lifelong path.

Mine has been a long and winding road, and I’m still walking it. I’m 36 now (in 2025), but my story began decades before. So, grab your favourite mug of tea — let’s begin.

The Green Witch’s Path

I grew up in a family where the women read Tarot cards and grew lush gardens full of thyme, lavender, rosemary, bay, and mint. When I was sick as a child, the remedy wasn’t paracetamol — it was my mum or grandmother stepping into the garden, gathering herbs, mixing them with honey and lime, and serving it hot like tea. I hated the taste back then, but two or three days later, I’d be well again.

I didn’t realise then that this was a heritage — a passing down of precious green wisdom. Only later would I see this as my first step on the path of the Green Witch.

The Gift I Once Saw as a Curse

When I was nine, my great-grandmother — to whom I was very close — passed away. On the night she died, miles away from her bedside, I saw and heard her. She called me to her room, pointed to the wall, and said, “Look — there is blood coming out of the wall.” I saw it too. When I turned back to her, she was gone. The next day, my parents received the call.

Years later, I learned that she had told my father the exact same thing — and died hours later. That night, she passed on her gift to me.

At first, it terrified me. I saw ghosts. I could walk through castles, touch a wall, and suddenly see and feel the life of someone from centuries ago. I could confirm these visions in historical archives. But the living called me “crazy” or “weird,” so I shut it down. I asked the spirits to leave me alone, and for years, they did. But their silence left me feeling empty.

Ancestral Threads

Tarot called to me through my mother. Pendulums found me — quite literally. My fascination with ancestry grew, especially my mother’s roots in Occitania, where the Trencavel family, the Plantagenets, and Gaston Fébus shaped the land’s history. She taught me Occitan and Béarnais alongside French. From her, I inherited a love for Celtic myth and figures like The Morrígan, Morgan le Fay, and Brigid.

On my father’s side, my lineage runs through Prussia and Pomerania, lands erased from maps, their borders now belonging to Poland and Ukraine. My grandfather spoke of Norwegian roots — a connection that drew me to Odin, Thor, Freya, and the runes.

These are not just stories in my family tree. They are the bones of the Ancestral Witch I carry within me — the one who whispers old herb lore, who walks between worlds, who remembers both the Occitan hills and the Baltic shores.

Becoming Pagan

Though I was raised Protestant, the call of my ancestors eventually became too strong to ignore. It pulled me toward paganism — not as a rebellion, but as a homecoming.

I still have much to learn, but if I can make even one witch or pagan feel less alone in their journey, then The Silent Seer has fulfilled its purpose.

From my heart to yours — thank you for reading my story. Brothers and sisters, witches and pagans, I send you blessings by the thousand. 💚