A Week in the Life of a Hyperfocused Witch (or, The Story of Bee)

A Week in the Life of a Hyperfocused Witch (or, The Story of Bee) March 22, 2021

Having ADHD is a lot like possessing a superpower that only works when it feels like it. There’s a misconception that people with ADHD and related disorders can’t concentrate, when in fact the opposite is true: We can focus on things to an almost preternatural degree — we just don’t have any say as to what will hijack our interest. And once our hyperfocus kicks in, we aren’t able to direct our attention to anything else.

In the real world, this translates to being routinely reprimanded at the office for not staying on task and being extremely dangerous at Trivial Pursuit. But as Witches, it makes us awesome at scrying. Plus we’re always bursting at the seams with useless fascinating occult information that may or may not ever come in handy, but is, at the very least, entertaining.

Here’s an example of how it works.

Day 1

While reading about the Orphic Mysteries when I should be answering emails, I come across the name Aristaeus. It’s rare to find a Greek God I’ve never heard of before, so I start poking around and discover that he’s the God of cheesemaking and beekeeping.

The bee thing strikes me as intriguing, so I do some more Googling and learn about bugonia, the ancient, widespread Mediterranean belief that bees could be generated from the sacrificed carcasses of bulls. This leads me to a reasonably-priced copy of The Sacred Bee in Ancient Times and Folklore, along with a reasonably-priced ceramic tile depicting the bee motif from an antique Ephesian coin. As a treat before bed, I reread The Secret Life of Bees.

Day 2

I’m keeping a running list of deities associated with bees — Artemis, Aphrodite, Ariadne, Dionysos, Rhea — and I find a reasonably-priced Bee Goddess pendant on Etsy. I am deeply troubled that St. Ambrose, patron of beekeepers, held antisemitic views and was known for persecuting Pagans; however, the legendary Irish saint Gobnait (a.k.a. Abigail, a.k.a. Deborah), could control swarms of bees with her mind, which is way more up my alley anyhow.

I also find a wildly expensive, limited-edition, bee-themed oracle deck from Italy. I am sorely tempted but decide to buy a reasonably-priced Queen Bee Tarot bag from Laura Tempest Zakroff instead.

Bee book, bee mask, bee tile. (The picture wasn’t quite screaming “hyperfocused” as loudly as I wanted it to, so I added a filter called Bee Hive.)

Day 3

It occurs to me that if I’m going to properly venerate bees, I’ll need more information on them outside of European mythology, so I join the Houston Beekeepers Association. After studying up on which flowers are the most attractive to pollinating insects, I track down reasonably-priced lavender and bee balm seeds to plant in the small patch of soil in front of my apartment, and I curate a home décor vision board for the temple room of the bee-themed Minoan Brotherhood grove I will eventually establish.

Day 4

I order some reasonably-priced honey from a 250-year-old, family-owned apiary in Crete, with which I will brew non-alcoholic ritual mead. The poet Virgil asserted that bees are the souls of those not yet born, and so I pour offerings to Persephone under Her cultic title Melitodes, “the Honeyed One.”

My attempts to locate a reasonably-priced Bee Goddess statue are repeatedly thwarted by sellers who list reproductions of that one plaque from Rhodes as a “Bee Goddess,” when it’s actually one of the Thirae, and no, white cishet male Classicists, the Thirae are NOT “exactly the same” as the oracular Bee Maidens who taught Apollo the art of cleromancy, so BACK OFF.

“I’m not complaining about the attention, but I’m totally a nymph, you guys.” (Image via Snappy Goat.)

Day 5

The warm aroma of melting beeswax fills my home. Primitive Aegean music spliced with the trance-inducing buzz of a thriving hive drifts from my sound system. I have become the Melissaios. I, too, am Honeyed. My Higher Self has six legs and wings. I am… Bee.

Day 6

The Queen Bee bag arrives. I’d originally purchased it for my Deviant Moon Tarot, but it looks even better with my vintage French geomancy deck.

1988 was a weird year for color stories.

Playing with the cards makes me want shake off the dust and do a reading, and I quickly remember how much I enjoy geomancy. In the musty basement of my frontal lobe, my hyperfocus takes note and starts flipping breakers.

Day 7

I find five more reasonably-priced decks and launch an online geomancy training and certification program. The bee balm remains unplanted, and I’ve got 3147 unanswered emails. But I’ve constructed a home shrine dedicated to the geomantic Planetary Intelligences, and I’ve hand-copied the Gardnerian Book of Shadows into binary code, so we’ll call it a wash.

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About Thumper
Thumper Marjorie Forge is a Gardnerian High Priest, an initiate of the Minoan Brotherhood, a devout Discordian, a recovering alcoholic, and a notary public from Houston, TX. You can read more about the author here.

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5 responses to “A Week in the Life of a Hyperfocused Witch (or, The Story of Bee)”

  1. Thank you very much for this highly relatable post! I probably don’t have ADHD (but at least some neuro diverse traits) and reading your text sounds a lot like my current studying of Wicca 😀

  2. I just want to say how much I have enjoyed reading all of your posts. Your writing is consistently fun, funny, and relatable, while always providing something to think about. Thank you.

  3. I just wanted to drop a line and say how much I have been enjoying all your posts. You have such interesting perspectives. But especially this one as an ADD witch. So fun and validating, lol.

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