Can you be truly be trusted not just with her light-of-day beauty but with the fearsome and fearful hunted Witch side-eyeing you from her raw heart-center?
A man will be conscious and present to the same degree that you are actively radiating your love and allowing life force itself to roll through your being.
I am resolving to get back to basics, swimming long and hard into the deep end of the Heathen ways where I once found such solace.
I find it darkly ironic that the very terminology that symbolizes epic female persecution now might be used against a movement for women.
For now, we are full of faith in the fertile dark, and we are fed to the brim with all the Primal Feminine food we need to carry us through these longest nights.
The Death Priestesses are the chosen ones who swim in this chaotic soup of righteous rage and power-hunger willingly, who do not fear the breakdown, the loss, and the dark void of absolute nothingness as others do.
You’re here now, and that’s all that matters. Put on the bone-and-antler crown I made for you, and I’ll grow my horns long to match yours.
When I was good, I was a sensitive and sweet-blooded Witch indeed. My ethics were impeccable, and my magick was so diamond white it could blind an angel.