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.
To the lover who left us behind to go wandering, thank you for leaving a black-hole void in our bellies that ached so persistently we had no choice but to fill it with our own molten power poured straight down from the heart-crucible where self-love still bubbled.
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.
Today I want to present some radically helpful habits that I learned both from interviewing business leaders, and also from my own journey with using wealth magic to radically expand my having-ness level with money (as in, I lived below the poverty level for years, and now I run a ...
Heroin, I have looked pure evil in the eye more than once in this short lifetime of mine, but never have I seen a shadow more formidable than you. I will not bow to you, but I do fear you. I will never taste you, but I will call you an adversary most worthy.
Priestess, the wound will not heal if it cannot breathe. Shed your armor and bind not the external threats: the younger woman, the jealous friend, the fragile man, or the bitter mother. No, bind not the ones who betrayed you. Instead, bind your own fear-ridden urge to protect your ...
Thus my journey began, diving deep into research on- and offline, searching for all the mythologies of the old world, before Christianity attempted to wipe them out. I was astounded and amazed at the similarities amongst them, especially the ones that were separated by vast expanses of ocean ...