I summon them, these women I was told to shun, and I take my seat at this Last Supper of Holy Whores, this so solemn Samhain celebration that is my highest ritual.
The deadliest sins of the wild woman are far more loathsome than those committed against any external deity, for they are those she commits against herself.
Embracing all of us also returns us to our humanity. Our humility. Our hearts. And if the world needs a resurrection of heart-driven humanity, it’s now.
My love is a chaos endured by a ritual of blood, sweat and tears... as a willingness to hold space for your tomorrow because you are unable to rise in your love today. Oh yes, such love is being brave enough to tattoo your soul with its higher vibration. Feeling it. Beyond rationality. Beyond ...
Yes, weak apologies have been offered for the cross-sanctioned crimes that led our Sisters to the stakes, guillotines, and gallows, but They did not hear them. Today, still more women in our wounded, wild world meet their deaths in the name of witchcraft. Tonight, we go to the hill for them. ...