Join me, lover. I’m weaving stick-stars out of willow branches and drinking the thickest nog I could brew in my feeble cauldron. Tonight, the full..
Fire. Water. Air. Earth. The elements are witches’ tools- our raw creative materials and the source of the songs that come from the deepest parts..
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..