The Divine Feminine Calls You To Surrender Into Transformation.
The alchemy of transformation is only possible with total surrender. Release all you know to be true to discover the magic of connection and wholeness.
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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 ...
Staying ‘Woke’ in the Era of Trump.
Our country revealed its true colors on election night, colors as bright as the sea of red on the electoral map.
The Dreadful Shadows of the Wild Woman: A Necessary 3-Course Nightmare.
She can accept the ugly shadows as parts of her but not this cosmic blessing kneeling before her. Still, she does as she is told, nourishing herself with the Shadow of Divinity; she tastes like sacred nectar and ceremonial chocolate. She tastes like holy water and the body of the Magdalene.
The Wild Rising: A Seven-Sealed Humanifesto for the Apocalypse.
I don’t know who started the chant, but soon there were millions of voices crying out into the night, "We are taking back our children, and we are rising! We are rising! We are rising!" The clouds started parting, and when we saw the moon, we knew we were fulfilling a sort of planetary destiny.
Secret Recipes of Wicked Women: Wild Matrilineal Wisdom for the Mabon Bride.
And this, my love, this is the hearty bread of fem-fire; it has been baked in the blazes of our funeral pyres, smoked in the houses they burned, and seasoned with the ashes of the holy healers burned at the stake. This is the taste of righteous rage. Don’t eat this before bed, or you will not ...
Reaping the Seven Selves: A Wild Woman’s Harvest Moon Parable.
A strong September wind tosses her untamed hair, and she knows it is time. This is the night of her soul-reaping, and she will be covered in the Witch’s war paint of dirt, sweat, ash, and blood before it is all over.
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.
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.