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..
You won’t find it in any sweet, coated capsule or pricey elixir. It can’t be grown in even the most manicured garden, and I daresay..
On these longest days when my wire-limbed shadow stretches on for miles, when I walk on the ground a little harder in hopes of turning..
The ‘Year of the Witch’ is happening. We’ve seen tarot designs on the catwalk, everyone wants to be a witchy maker of oils and salves,..
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..
Walk the mountain road with me, lover. I want to feel the wild feminine’s pulse beat beneath my feet and remember the language spoken by..
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to redeem the Wild Healer, the one who wielded so much feminine fortitude in her holy hands that..
Yes, happy Mother’s Day to you, too. Now, kindly shove your brunch where the sun don’t shine. We are the Witch-Mothers, and don’t think we..
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