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The Beautiful, Wild You We’ve Been Waiting For.

It wasn’t until my reached my 30’s that I realized that living in this uncertainty, edge-walking into the unknown, nourishing the wild places in myself, was leading into my path.

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Fifty Shades of Fae.

This is not the gentle stride of the white Faerie steed of the willowy Faerie Queen and her flower Faerie attendants, but the mania of dark Fae, the Winter Fae and their Horned God.

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Piercing the Veil: Scorpio’s Samhain Descent. {Cosmic Connection}

It is, after all, the season of Samhain. The season of darkness. The season that gives us the opportunity to recede and reflect.

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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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A Letter to the Wild Ones.

Maybe you've decided to work in office jobs as little as you could and to make as little money as living honestly requires -- because typing at a computer and sitting down all day long, all week, all life even, would drain your heart. Perhaps you've even left a love because you needed to grow, ...

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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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Sowing the Seeds of Seasonal Death: The Divine Darkness of the New, Black Moon. {Cosmic Connection}

Offer your grandest struggles as fodder for your brightest future, and then release it to this New, Black Luna -- void of detachment, and full of expectant, grateful, weightless allowance.

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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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