“The lightning calls
As once it did
The drums of war unfold
I am Her
And She is me
The Warrior in Woad.”
– Joey Morris ‘The Warrior in Woad’
Witch.
Warrior.
Wild One.
Do you feel it, speaking your name?
We are here; awoken as though by lightning and guided by that soul call deep from within. All at once finding ourselves sensitive to the design of the universe, hungry to walk between worlds; to grasp at the mysteries, to elevate ourselves, to speak with trees and wild things, spirit guided and glorious; we, with eyes of otherness, hands of holy weavers and feet of moonlit dancers, are ready to embark on paths of dirt and bone…
To initiate the inward spiral of descent into the otherworldly labyrinth of personal transformation takes only the courage to first speak its name.
In so doing we open the first gates that lead to the deeper roots behind the titles we gravitate toward, tasting adventure on our lips and feeling our inner stardust reverberate with anticipation.
The energetic ripples of our inner revolution can be felt throughout the spiritual ecosystem as we raise our battle standards defiantly to draw our battle lines.
Our hearts are our shields as we dare to delve into the deeper ethereal ambiguities of this world in a time where the overarching dogma is one of fear, distrust, and suspicion, where the tempting option to unplug from our virtual lives and walk silently without our faces and names being traceable, claws at the mind, an unruly thoughtform born of self-preservation and doubt.
There are times throughout our journey when we wear our self-designated labels as though they were battle scars, and perhaps in a way, they are: for proudly we proclaim ourselves Survivors, Creators, Witches and Wild ones, earning this status in our minds from the process of struggle, suffering, and victorious overcoming.
Yet if we are not careful, the illusion of spiritual existence can become venerated, as though all spirituality is exposed, and the titles we profess to empower us instead lend to self-sabotage; focusing only on how we are seen, hiding all that might be considered human or weakness.
The temptation to focus on acceptance, popularity, and the gratification of other people escalates with the expansion of virtual connection and spirituality; we are more aware than ever that we have an audience.
How we are seen at any given moment becomes a balancing act of limitation; photographs that are posed, filtered, cropped and edited, all presenting a spiritual journey which professes spiritual ascent without any of the rawness that lends itself to authenticity.
It is a simple act to paint battle markings on our skin.
It is quite another to know the cracks of soul that they represent, where our spirit slips out and is marked in ink, reminding us that like the warrior, we are tempered beings, moulded by the flames of experience.
From dropping into the dust with blood stained knees, crying, screaming, lamenting that all at once our beautiful spiritual experience has become mired in agonizing moments that bend us, break us, and force us to remake ourselves anew.We have to alchemize our shiz.
Those words we chose to represent us are not inanimate but bursting with energetic life; they flow into us, shape us, and are constant in their ability to shape shift; to be worthy of them is to adapt alongside them, alchemize, finding the line between being at war with ourselves in order to be accepted and never challenging ourselves to be better, and then wrestling that into the ground.
To plant ourselves anew, again, and again, to grow stronger than before.
We do not have to shape ourselves into a ‘witch’ or a ‘warrior’ or a ‘wild-one’ instead we can alchemize what those words mean to us.
Archetypes expand and grow with each generation, and to try to stand in the way of evolution is an exercise in futility.
The seed of each idea may hold an imprint of understanding, but the journey alongside them is entirely our own.
No one else can govern the depth of your spiritual journey; it is yours, to shape, to create, to embrace… and to become.
“We are unraveling our navels so that we may ingest the sun.
We are not afraid of the darkness.
We trust that the moon shall guide us.
We are determining the future at this very moment.
We know that the heart is the philosopher’s stone.
Our music is our alchemy.”
― Saul Williams
There is no shame in being empowered yet broken at the same time, for the motion of human experience is by its movement, alchemy. We can experience the plethora of emotional responses, knowing that all are necessary, and none are ‘less’ spiritual.
We can see the exquisiteness in the mundane and feel our interconnectedness to divinity in moments of sacred bliss as well as when we wash the dishes.
To hold ourselves to an ideal of spirituality, is to disregard parts of the whole.
In ugliness there is always beauty, and beauty is always flawed.
We can become, as we are still becoming.
We can fail, fall, break, scream… and then remake ourselves anew.
There is no authenticity in stagnation, we must create to the rhythm of our own heartbeat.
The world needs evolutionary witches, warriors, wild ones, and every mask worn in between, who are willing to empower one another’s vision of becoming.
That, is the call to alchemize yourself.
So break, be unfiltered, be mistaken.
Then get up.
And fight another day.
Many blessings,
Joey Morris
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“The lightning calls As once it did The drums of war unfold I am Her And She is me The Warrior in Woad.” – Joey Morris ‘The Warrior in Woad’ Witch. Warrior. Wild One. Do you feel it, speaking your name? We are here; awoken as though by lightning and guided by that soul call […] -
“The lightning calls As once it did The drums of war unfold I am Her And She is me The Warrior in Woad.” – Joey Morris ‘The Warrior in Woad’ Witch. Warrior. Wild One. Do you feel it, speaking your name? We are here; awoken as though by lightning and guided by that soul call […]
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“The lightning calls As once it did The drums of war unfold I am Her And She is me The Warrior in Woad.” – Joey Morris ‘The Warrior in Woad’ Witch. Warrior. Wild One. Do you feel it, speaking your name? We are here; awoken as though by lightning and guided by that soul call […] -
“The lightning calls As once it did The drums of war unfold I am Her And She is me The Warrior in Woad.” – Joey Morris ‘The Warrior in Woad’ Witch. Warrior. Wild One. Do you feel it, speaking your name? We are here; awoken as though by lightning and guided by that soul call […]
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