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This Full Moon Had Me Gutted: Plight of a Witch Ca...

This Full Moon Had Me Gutted: Plight of a Witch Caught Unawares

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 behind and penetrated through every too-forgiving tissue, leaving my bones in bits and my guts shredded and spilling out from the back of my heart like a cornucopia of full moon horror. I lay on the ground bleeding away every conviction and tight-gripped dream, giving my best hand-made rug a new color, and whimpering why-mes.

I should have seen it coming, Her always graceful but never subtle fury of dark Goddess wrath that always leaves me whimpering as if I’ve been betrayed by a fickle lover and not come face-to-face with the truest essence of the primal feminine divine. This full moon had me gutted, but I stood and tried to fight with what little will I had left. I tossed all my incubating spell-jars into the garden, begging Her to accept them as sacrifice and leave me be. She didn’t listen, and this time Her blades cut through the plates of my skull and the curves of my pelvis, crushing my lofty spirituality and sending me spinning into a soul-deep spiral of grief and shadow from which I thought I would never ascend lest I be rescued by the childhood angels I never believed in.

I surrendered to Her completely, sleeping in my overgrown garden and asking Her to have Her wicked way with me and be done with it. She must have pitied me; I woke this morning exhausted but unexpectedly whole, crawling with slugs and winged creatures who whispered affirmations in my ear and spit healing slime on my scarred-over moon-wounds. It’s not yet over, I think, but this Witch needed strong coffee and word medicine. I thought it would all seem a dream after moonset, after my beloved lunar demoness had gone westward to wreak Her havoc, but I can still feel Her frigid fingers curled around my ribs and poking at my slow-beating heart.

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Danielle is a heathen visionary, Aquarian mischief-maker, and word-witch. The author of Woman Most Wild and The Holy Wild., she teaches internationally and has facilitated circles, embodiment trainings, communal spell-work, and seasonal rituals since 2007. She is the founder of The Hag School, the lead teacher for the Flame-Tender Teacher Training, and believes in the emerging power of wild collectives and sudden circles of curious dreamers, cunning witches, and rebellious artists in healing our ailing world. As an Irish-American, Danielle’s witchcraft is deeply rooted in Celtic philosophy and Irish mythology. She believes fervently in the role of ancestral healing, embodiment, and animism in fracturing the longstanding systems supporting white-body supremacy and environmental unconsciousness, is committed to centering the voices and teachings of POC and LGBTQIA+ folks in her work as founder of Living Mandala, LLC and The Hag School and supports organizations and initiatives that do the same. Parent to two beloved wildlings and partner to a potter, Danielle fills her world with nature, family, and intentional awe. Find her praying under pine trees, wandering through the haunted places, and whispering to her grandmothers’ ghosts.
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Danielle is a heathen visionary, Aquarian mischief-maker, and word-witch. The author of Woman Most Wild and The Holy Wild., she teaches internationally and has facilitated circles, embodiment trainings, communal spell-work, and seasonal rituals since 2007. She is the founder of The Hag School, the lead teacher for the Flame-Tender Teacher Training, and believes in the emerging power of wild collectives and sudden circles of curious dreamers, cunning witches, and rebellious artists in healing our ailing world. As an Irish-American, Danielle’s witchcraft is deeply rooted in Celtic philosophy and Irish mythology. She believes fervently in the role of ancestral healing, embodiment, and animism in fracturing the longstanding systems supporting white-body supremacy and environmental unconsciousness, is committed to centering the voices and teachings of POC and LGBTQIA+ folks in her work as founder of Living Mandala, LLC and The Hag School and supports organizations and initiatives that do the same. Parent to two beloved wildlings and partner to a potter, Danielle fills her world with nature, family, and intentional awe. Find her praying under pine trees, wandering through the haunted places, and whispering to her grandmothers’ ghosts.

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