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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.

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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.

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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 ...

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Goddess, Dismount Your High Horse and Listen: The Sacred Masculine Is Calling.

You say you want a Shiva to your Shakti. Then bring him into you. He is yearning for you, he profoundly aches for you, just as rawly and wildly as you ache for him -- with a staggering ardor and devotion that knows no bounds. He wants nothing more than to give you his everything. Universes he ...

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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 ...

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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 ...

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