Defiance of the Tattooed Crone: a Witch’s Justification for a Life Well-Lived.
I suppose this sinful Witch will have much to answer for, but if I am to be tossed down to the devil’s house, I would like to get on with it.
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Storm of 1000 Nights: Nightmares and Divination from a Rose-Crowned Prophetess.
She shows me a worldwide storm, and she names women the ambassadors of holy disruption. She shows me tribes of righteous feminine agents wearing bloody flower crowns and showing their aching parts to each other.
The Bloody Wound of the Too-Wild Child: Healing Communion with the Maiden and Hunter.
I am not the only one who lives here, my love. You know I share this holy ground with the Mother-Healer and Crone-Priestess, but the Masculine lives here too. The old Sage spiral-dances at the edge of death with his Crone consort, and the competitive, Protector Father makes love with the ...
9 Knots for the Spiritual Narcissist: A Binding Spell for the Soul-Deniers.
May communities of the spiritually autonomous rise against those led by predators, and may the waters of self-hood and wild spirituality groundswell to flood the unholy centers where their lying tongues preach in a language the soul does not speak.
The Wild Lover’s Ten Commandments: Sensual Wisdom from Magdalene’s Tongue.
A loving and wild relationship is sustained by two souls doing their own work in this wounded world, coming together to nourish the third entity that is their venerable relationship as if it were a fragile, innocent babe.
Her Wrath Is Holy: Fury and Verses for the Witch-Activist.
You are the medicine woman unleashing a banshee’s cry at the old men marching outside of the abortion clinic. You are the Maiden dancing a body-prayer for clean water, and you will not rest. Your wrath is holy, and you won’t stop howling.
No Mercy for the Maidens: an Imbolc Fairy Tale of Birth by Fire.
Our captors never thought we would have the Maiden’s mettle to break free, but they underestimated the collective ire of caged women.
Temptation of the Priestess: Lusting for the Most Holy Devil.
Here, in the realm of fallen angels, I am accepted into your warm arms as a freak and heathen, and you are permitted entry into the temple of my body as the Holy Shadow.
Being Licked Alive: Wolf Moon Revelations.
Let us bathe in sage smoke while I tell you of my revelation, for it is doubtless we collected many long-nailed demons on our wayward travels.
The Ten Commandments of the Dark Primal Feminine: Your Wild Coronation.
Thou shalt honor the wolf within, for the dark Primal Feminine is hungriest on these days. Let us leave this place now and run through the forest wailing like mischievous banshees. The ghosts will not judge us if we get on all fours and unleash enraged howls at those who have wronged us, so let ...