The story behind The Silent Seer

Hi there, as mentioned before I’m Angel and I’m the creator of The Silent Seer.

To any witch or pagan that’s unsure of this path but is intrigued by this calling I want to share with you my story. Becoming a pagan and/or a witch must be a personal choice and journey..

Mine was a very long journey and I’m still on that road. I’m 36 (currently, in 2025), my journey started long before…Are you ready? You have your favourite tea mug with you? Perfect, let’s get started!

So I come from a family, where women practice the tarot cards and have plenty of plants at the end of the garden , such as thyme, lavender and bay leaves, where when you are sick, you get this very bad cold already as a kid your remedies given are not a paracetamol but, mum or grandma go in the garden grab some fresh thyme, rosemary and mint and add to it some honey and lime make it infused in hot water and pour it like a tea. I remember thinking the taste was awful back then (mainly because of the lime), and I was complaining but no way they would get that mug get cold. And after 2-3 days you would be back on your feet. I had no idea back then on how this knowledge was actually very precious and how later in life this would be very important for me to preserve. Back then I had no idea this was about The Green Witch’s Path..

When I was still very young (9ish), my great grandmother to whom I was very close and lucky enough to have known her, passed away, and strangely even if I was only 9 I still clearly remember her features in details. That day changed a lot in me, she gave me her gifts (although for a very very long time I saw it as a curse).

What happened for me:

She had cancer and I was living with my parents and paternal grandparents, 10 hours drive from her and at some point my parents received that dreaded phone call “you must come she doesn’t have long”. So my parents left me with my paternal grandparents as I was far too young to go with them and see great grandma like that even less to assist to the funeral.

At some point for me it was night time, she call my name to come to her room (she was bedridden at home and died there not in hospital), so I go to her room and she points the wall in front of her and says “look there is blood coming out of the wall”, I look and indeed I was seeing it, I turn my head to her, she was gone.. the next day we received the call that she was indeed gone…

As I said I was only 9, so I didn’t spoke of it for years… until I was 17ish. I thought nobody would believe me.

What happened miles away to my parents in real life that I had no idea about until years later:

Granny call my dad and tells him that she’s seing blood coming out of the wall (of course there was nothing on the wall) and she died few hours later. My parents never mentioned this to anyone ever.

It’s one day, when I was about 17ish, with my parents we were talking about how some practice like ouija board are really dangerous and i don’t know why i suddenly told them about my dream when granny died and their faces…I’ve never forgotten the way they became so pale and the way they looked at each other..

After her passing, stuff started to happen for me.. scary stuff… I could see ghosts, I could visit a castle touch one of the wall and it’s like suddenly I would have a glimpse of someone that lived there century ago, feel the atmosphere, feel what what person felt for a brief moment before it would stop and I’d go back to normal… I was scared and I wanted to understand and I tried to talk to people around me and I’d get called “crazy” or “weird” or all sorts of names… so I learned to keep everything to myself at the point that I asked to be left alone that I did not choose to see all this and that I couldn’t help them “the spirits”. I knew I wasn’t completely “crazy” though when I would go check the archives and finding real traces of those life I had a glimpse of. But I had nobody to talk to about it, nobody to explain to me what I was supposed to do with it and as I asked to be left alone it stopped for years leaving me also kind of feeling empty.

As my mum was doing tarot card I started to have also an interest in that and I’d go to a lot of medieval festivals where I come from (in southern France), and one day a pendulum on a stand started to turn on itself and I couldn’t get my eyes away from it, I remember it was made of tiger eye. The lady, owner of the stand, said that this pendulum was meant to find me..so I was adding pendulum to my collection of tarot decks…

For some reason I can’t explain I was always drowned to my family ancestry, my mum come from an established family in the Occitania region for centuries, always talking to me about the Trencavel, the Plantagenet and Gaston Febus, teaching me 2 of the southern languages, Occitan and Béarnais, as well as French, I was born and grew up there for 27 years.  That where i also got my fascination for England and its history and Celtic lands, tradition and mythology. And where I’d learn about The Morrigan, Morgan Le Fay, Brigid and others

My paternal side on the other hand.. that’s a more complicated story..

The family comes from Prussia & Pomerania, two countries that sadly no longer exist today.

My grandpa come from Pomerania, he considered himself German even though were he’s from is in today’s Poland, the rest of the family most of them come from West Prussia that would be today’s Ukraine. I feel a deep calling to learn about Slavic and Baltic traditions and culture but none for Germany strangely… Grandpa always said we had Norwegian heritage that when I started learning about Odin, Thor & Freya and when I was drowned to the Runes..

I was born and raised Protestant but that how i received like a deep ancestor calling and became a Pagan.

I’ve still so much to learn but if I can help a soul to feel less alone on that journey then you are the most welcome on The Silent Seer

From the bottom of my heart, if you’ve read this until the end, thank you so much. Brother and Sisters, witches or pagan or both sending you thousands of blessings your way 💚