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.
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.
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 ...
I’ll admit that as a little girl, I often sought my reflection in fairy tales. I hoped for a happily ever after. I craved a princess persona that would satisfy the comfort of others and provide a safe place to live within the kingdom of consensus reality. Safety is appealing to a child in a ...
Since you were a young girl, you were told that divinity was to be equated only with masculinity. Faced with the few and insufficient options of rigidly paved religious paths which offered you a male god along with quite a bit of shame and guilt, you proclaimed yourself an atheist; in doing so, ...
I am rewriting my story day by day. It may not be a fairy tale, but it will still be a happy story. I hope my words help others to break free and heal themselves. If you are in such a situation, know that I was able to get free and so can you. Reach deep within yourself and find that strength ...
Yes, weak apologies have been offered for the cross-sanctioned crimes that led our Sisters to the stakes, guillotines, and gallows, but They did not hear them. Today, still more women in our wounded, wild world meet their deaths in the name of witchcraft. Tonight, we go to the hill for them. ...
The She-Snake hissed: Dig up those apple cores, child, and let them call you a sinner. Go into the night and find a man who will revel in your sacral magick, who will let you straddle him without feeling his masculinity is threatened. Rest assured that your husband’s God is not one who only ...
Easy to forget your vows is it when lost in mid-season doldrums, but on these days of transition -- the first warm morning in Spring, the first thickly humid thunderstorm in Summer, the first leaf-plucking wind in Autumn, and the first bitter snow of Winter -- on these days, you have no choice ...