image photography by Natalie Ving Slime beneath me, slime up above Ooh, you'll love my (ah-ah-ah) toxic love Toxic love -Hexxus Hello, my name is Joey, and I keep trying to heal toxic men. These words have been ringing in my ears for a few weeks now, so much so that I knew eventually I was going to have to bite the bullet and write about it. As the threat of isolation looms, and the Universe decided level of Shadow work that this introspective period will inevitably bring

The Spiritual Ecosystem is stormy of late, Starlet. It can feel like being churned up by the deepest waves, suffocated, and smashed against the rocks, leaving us breathless and frantic, and when at last we grasp a life-line, it turns out to be made of barbed wire. There has been thunder cracked moments that leave us raw and scorched, shaking in the shock of it all, not sure where to turn next. Where do we turn when every exit feels like we are skidding over on ice patched lan

Image sabrina nielsen photography Sweet Queen, I know it feels as though your lungs are heavy And your heart is full of stones I know That the weightlessness of tear spun lakes Is the only home you’ve known I know you could spin a thousand veils From the pain that you’ve outgrown On your own I know The shimmer is a glimmer of the armour that you forge To be defenceless is a treasure You rarely could afford And it feels as though your Corvus wings Are tethered to

Image Source Chasing the Shadow A Tale of the Fox and the Rabbit “Don’t send a Rabbit to kill a fox.” – Ghost in the Shell Long has humanity feared the Dark spaces. The Underworld, perhaps the pinnacle of all Dark spaces, has peculiar methods of communication. This recent journey of Soul it instigated within me, which has been littered with synchronicity and crystal clear moments of understanding, began, largely, as a result of a cup of coffee… well, two to be exact. The se

“This forest is old. Very old. Full of memories…and anger. The trees are speaking to each other.” – Legolas The Two Towers Working witchcraft with the magick of trees is, simply put, one of the most rewarding forms of magickal interaction that there is. Trees are ancient, wise, and the natural guardians of this world; they traverse realms, deeply rooted under the Earth and stretching far out into the air. They truly speak in a language all of their own; something which final

January is one of those months; it has a stillness to it; often feeling stark, bleak, and unyielding both in nature and on an energetic level; it continues the theme of the bare bones of all things and whilst we are encouraged to begin again, renew ourselves optimistically and with gusto, I often feel that there is a step missing in this inevitable pattern. I understand the need for self renewal and have stuck to the theme of January being “Self care is Soul care,” through of