The Three Wild Ghosts of Autumn: A Harvest Carol for September’s Soul Retrieval.
Tonight, you will be visited by three spirits, my lost creature, my kin. Together, these wild ghosts will bring you home.
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Lilith’s House Rules: Here We Brew with Lust, Rage, and Holy Water.
Here, we wake every morning knowing our role in the Holy Feminine’s return, and we pin the scarlet letters of unabashed sexuality to our bare chests. We need no absolution, for our very blood is blessed, and we will stand up for those who cannot stand on their own.
Three Sacraments for Women Returned from Hell: Re-Wilding for the Soul Bride.
Pure electric prana erupted in her guts, a volcano of soul-renewal, and her spine arched as the foundation of her sex-spirit bridge was thickly poured by the She-Gods themselves. She pulled her hood down, letting the first raindrops fall on her knotted hair and scratched cheeks. She was ready.
The 12 Wild Princesses: An Erotic Fairy Tale for Women Who Will Not Be Tamed.
The hunter stood before the weeping ruler, holding the red cloak gifted him by the wire-haired Witch in his hands and pondering his pending mission. He heard the whispers on the streets about the wild women who had stopped going to church and rejected the rules of their father’s house.
Invoking the Red Tent: A Vow to My Wounded Sex.
I feel a snake, uncoiling; an energy, unfolding. I see an earthen star forming the five points -- the rooted stakes -- of my hearth’s tent. I see it rise, solid and strong. Stoic, in a way, as it holds within its walls all of the mysteries, the atrocities, the stories and the epiphanies leading ...
So You Want to Love a Goddess?
If you wish to love a goddess, love the fact that however she presents herself is only a small sliver of the kaleidoscopic creature she truly exists as. And this is the power of women: mystery. Magic. Creativity, sexuality, grace, strength -- the gift of witnessing what it means to be able to ...
Come Now, Woman, into the Dark Night of Your Soul.
Let the vacuous darkness come and be birthed within its timeless womb. At last, remove your mask, your golden crown, your warring armor. Strip back all that you know and teeter at the edge, tempt your devastation with open palms of candy courage and roar at the wind that turns tricks in your ...
Notes from a Woman Who Made Her own Rules: A Story of Self-Acceptance.
I reclaimed my health and left my job, embarking on a six-month trip to India and Bali. I volunteered at shelters, I practiced Yoga at the foothills of the Himalayas, and I worked through some of the emotional baggage that I'd accumulated. That baggage looked like divorce and bulimia. It looked ...
My Witch Is Wise to the Myth of Forever Joy.
I’ll admit that as a little girl, I often sought my reflection in fairy tales. I hoped for a happily ever after. I craved a princess persona that would satisfy the comfort of others and provide a safe place to live within the kingdom of consensus reality. Safety is appealing to a child in a ...
The Five-Pointed Benediction: A Parting Gift for the Venerable Wild Child.
The Priestess pointed to the pentagram’s point at the top of her left breast and continued, her words preceded by rolling thunder: You are of the wild water, and your sexuality is yours and yours alone. Open your legs to the moonlight and let every star propose to you with Tantric fusion, for ...