The Witch, Dark Matters and Magick.
Here in the dark, when I just am, it doesn’t matter. It isn’t matter. I’m fluid, no longer frozen light but endless waves lapping at the ocean of being.
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threshold
My Rapist Died This Morning.
My rape wasn’t the violent stranger rape that so many women are subjected to. I knew my rapist and I know I walked into that room with him.
I Want You to Know: A Love Letter From the Threshold of Change.
I write to you because everyone you know wants this transformation for you, even if they don’t know how to articulate it.