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Remembering Maureen Brown – High Priestess of Wicca

Maureen Brown Wiccan High Priestess
Maureen Brown Wiccan High Priestess

Maureen Brown was a High Priestess of Wicca, and a qualified Counsellor, Psychotherapist, mother and grandmother- when she passed away into the arms of the veiled Isis, on this day, 11 years ago (25th December 2004). Since then Christmas day has never been the same.

I met her in the year 2000, at a Wiccan summer gathering of many covens, in a Glastonbury camping site. I didn’t know at the time that she had had surgery in her stomach and was recovering..  but she danced wildly with me in the barn that evening during the party / socials.. And later we spoke about magic and psychology and how she could help me with some of my issues (I didn;t tell her..she had just inferred!) It awed and impressed me so much..  She said to go and visit her in Croydon. I said I will.

But I did not.   I thought I could do it myself..  you know.. sort myself out.  I figured that if all else fails, I can always go to Maureen.  And a year or so passed – until I was Pan in an Open ritual, and at the end of it, 2 Witches – a man and a woman, waited to give me an invite to their coven ritual.. at Maureen’s biding ofcourse!

So I went a few days later, and thus began a great friendship, admiration, and learning. There’s much more of course ..but that can all wait for some future write up.

What was important was..  few years later, she was diagnosed with cancer..terminal..and we all gathered around, as she spent weeks ..nay months preparing..  not just her life..but all her students & friends  .. Well, she’s the psychologist, what else was she going to do?

And on the Christmas day, 2004, a fellow Wiccan Priestess Hazel and I went to the Hospice, and we just the two of us did a passing ceremony to aid Maureen who was already comatose.   And within hours, she passed away.  I ofcourse got home lit some candles..  and began to do some art work, titled, `passing of a Priestess’ – and after finishing the art, I called the Hospice, to hear the news that Maureen Brown has passed away..  just 15 minutes prior!

That Christmas time was special..  where few weeks prior, we had the most biggest party in her house, fire works, table for 30+ ..and passing her white wig around ..all of us taking photos ..making merry and light of what’s to come. It was one last glorious party she organised…for all of us!  (she’s a Counsellor..  she prepared us all well).

This morning I woke up all still ..feeling rather quiet..   possibly as we are just coming out of a cancerian full moon..  and over coffee, I looked on internet to find that apart from my blogs, and a PF document, no mention exists of Maureen Brown or her work..  How sad..  And what an honour.  And I’ve spent hours digging through my computer files, looking for photos, rituals, key dates..piecing dates together..(like the `Sea Priestess ritual Requiem’ that we Wiccans gathered to do at Brighton where Maureen’s ashes were scattered in the sea on an Autumn day in 2007!)

There is much more to say..so much more.

But for now..  I remember Maureen Brown, the Extraordinary High Priestess & friend who changed my life..  and empowered it.   As she often said, the work never ends.,  and some of us carry it on…even now!

Bright Blessings

-Mani Navasothy

The mourning of Mr Navasothy’s Death..!

Am very much alive..and kicking..  and probably will for another 20 yrs or so..but I am not the first Mr.Navasothy!  That name belongs to my late father Kanapathipillai Navasothy!! And this was the morning of his unexpected and accidental demise..  way back on 3rd January 1990.

A day after New Year 1990, he returned to work..  to the Government Office in Elephant & Castle, London.   And by late afternoon, he was crossing the main road, to get the bus..and never made it to the other side of the road!

I didn’t hear about it till much later in the evening.. almost night…as I was with relatives in Cambridge..  The Call came..  an uncle drove me to London..  to Guy’s Hospital..  and by the time I had arrived, my father was dying.. serious head injuries…still in Coma.. slipping to another reality.

And what I did next shocked and surprised my family members in the hospital..  mother, 2 younger sisters, uncles, and cousin from Canada!

I took the camera out of my bag and started taking photos of my father.. !

Mr Navasothy
Mr Navasothy

He had always liked being photographed, and I took it upon myself..to catalogue his entire final journey..from the minute of his death to the moment his body turned to ashes few weeks later in the local Crematorium!   Those photos are still here somewhere..  I used to look at them once a year ..on this night..  But I stopped doing that about 10 yrs after the event..  on a day I decided to truly let go.. It was also when I let go of a tiny bit of his blood…taken from the shirt he had worn at the time..!  And the minute hairs on his shaving blade..!!

What remains is his Wrist-Watch! It stopped then..I have tried winding it.. It moves for a few seconds..  and it stops..!

So it was at 1.35am, on 3rd January 1990, I became the New Mr.Navasothy..  and took my father’s first name as my last!   Navasothy died.

At the inquest..months and 2 postmortem later.. they declared it as High velocity accidental death, because the Bus Driver, the Car Driver and the Motocyclist..all gave conflicting accounts. People don’t have that level of head-injury..  enough to kill a man..if they were just running for a bus and fell to the road!!   Athletes running at 30-40mph perhaps..but not a middle-aged man!  The truth was never uncovered. Who ever hit him got away..! Yeah, a road-kill – my father!!

What followed were years of torments, loss of faith in Gods and religions, lawless lonely years. And out of that darkness and soul searching, the new Mr.Navasothy rose.. !

Death always creates Birth..!   But not the way most imagine..  Personalities of the living shift..  they take on new strands.. and new subpersonalities emerge..!

A broken Watch, a tiny stone and a small twig – bear witness to that moment of one life passing..!  They’ve shaped the last 24 years of my life.. the quest for that forbidden knowledge!!  What lies beyond death? Where are Gods? What are spirits and souls?  Why do ghost and ghouls walk the earth? And what monsters lie within??

Maybe one day, when I am  ready, I’ll hold the 3 items… and I will know who killed my father!  The Watch, the stick and the stone..will tell me!! And then with all my might and magic… I will deliver my Justice!!

Why? Because..I never let go of injustices..  Not a single one..!   And no one forgets the first one!! It sets all the other ones in motion..

An Elephant has a long memory..  and so do I..!   My grandmother said so.. !!

-Manivannan Navasothy

Related Personal links

Ghosts of the past – aiding the dead

Ashes to ashes…Dust to Dust..  Light after Death 

Navasothy- our father who art in Heaven..