I don’t need to see you to feel you. The inner knowing and stillness of the watchful observer. Watching with piercing eyes of the night..
I hear you knocking, and I’m coming! You’re my favorite glitter-winged, pink-pearl-wearing Priestess and, for that reason only, I will let you in. I just..
We intend. We create. We manifest. This is the ethos of power when its broken down into what modern magick is about. When we sit..
For all of my Witch’s know-how, I never saw it coming. Her million-beamed, white-as-milk but sharp-as-tungsten-needles fem-force of holy destruction pierced my butter-soft skin from..
The pods I plant now are engorged with the ruby red heirloom seeds of dissent and shielded by razor-sharp, scaled skin tattooed with my wedding..