We Are Rebelles in a Rebelle Society.
We Rebelles operate through a dialectic, aching and painstakingly groping after the syntheses that will create foundations for future generations.
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I Invite You to Stand in Sisterhood.
You may have learned to hide your scars, but we witness your physical, your emotional, your psychic struggle, and invite you to share your journey with us.
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.
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.
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.
This Is How We Rise: The Antidote to the Over-Bleached Wild.
Their eyes will get wild, and their hair will come undone. They’ll lift their chins and dig their manicured nails into their palms.
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.
To Muck up a Pristine Priestess: Racism, Activism and the Dark-Moon Crucible of Goddess-Loss.
Open your mouth wide so the fem-fire inside you can climb your tongue and ride your breath straight into the rooms where attack-plans are made and signs painted with slurs are hand-crafted out of thick, religion-validated and institutionalized racism and politically sanctioned, xenophobic sludge.
To Hand-Build a Demoness: A Sunday School Craft Project.
Call Her to wake now. Bid Her rise on Her shaking, wooden legs. Animate Her with the sheer power of your will, and help Her to stand and march.