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What It Means to Be a Witch: From the Voices of Wild Women Describing Their Magickal Path. {Part Two}

The path of witchcraft is so beautifully diverse and freeing because the term 'witch' simply means to be wise about your craft, your passion.

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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.

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This Is Me, with Over-Limp Fairy Wings: Beltane Verses for the Holy Heathen.

This is me, in all my bare-breasted and stretch-marked glory. My wine-soaked clothes have been shed, and this is the rawest version of my body I’ve ever known. May my soul’s new shape be forged in the milk-white beams at moonset, and may this birth-by-lunar-fire be a short journey from shame to ...

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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.

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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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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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