The Witch, She Dances.
Told to trust no one, we use fear to keep us safe, but it has only kept us from actually living. It’s time to rage. It’s time to welcome in the witch.
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witch
To Woo a Witch: Five Questions for the Tempted and Love-Struck.
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?
Think You’re Ready for a Conscious Man? Know This: It Will Require Your All.
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.
11 Resolutions for an 11 Year: Heathen Vows for the 2018 Portal.
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.
Women, We Are on the Precipice of a New Paradigm: Keep the Fire Burning.
I find it darkly ironic that the very terminology that symbolizes epic female persecution now might be used against a movement for women.
The Three Rs of the 13th Moon: Witching Void Rx for the Primal Feminine.
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.
These Are the Blades We Were Born With: From One Death Priestess to Another.
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.
My Horns Are Showing: The Timely Ache of the Blood Moon Witch.
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: A Death Ritual for the Sweet-Blooded Witch.
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.
Lilith’s Return: Harvest Moon Resolutions.
She is howl-praying to the waxing Harvest Moon just for you. She is through being a loner, and she knows you can speak in the fork-tongued language of snakes and join her in the quest for a deep and certain truth.