image - Natalia Drepina Badb
I lay across your gleaming Scythe
And scream in silence
I am unmade
In the shivering tomb of my soul
The cocoon splits
Marked for the tearing of its tethering
The pungent rot slops onto the floor
Ripe for burning
Frailty hangs around my neck like a noose
Crushing my trachea before
I can utter words of aimless self defeat
The phantom stalks these halls
Blade sparking against stone slab circles
In places forgotten by man
And spoken of
original image - Verren's Dream The lesson of the Hawk mask has taken a longer cycle to comprehend than many of the messages that come from peering through the magical eyes of another; to shift into an energy that is beyond the basic human comprehension of the world in order to glean spiritual insights. Perhaps it is because the Hawk mask speaks to us of perspective; and how can that be a simple lesson? It may have had added difficulty personally, as Goddess Morrigan spoke in
photography - Michael Germosén Primal Woman, I call to you And speak of spitting fire and Ocean tide Swallowed whole by a passion of being
The lines in the dark blur into memory
Timeless and ageless as salt bought yearning
Teeth chatter and chomp through the pages of history Gnashing at an ode to freedom
Something in our loins
Mystery is not the unknowing
But the unlearning of a half measured truth
Matted in animal fur and war wounds
Spears held tight
This may well be the weirdest energetic lead up to Beltane that this Witch can remember, and not necessarily in a good way.
The energies are less lustful fiery goodness and more murky water questionability, with the general snark of this year seemingly still in full force, be it snide remarks or downright frightening socio-political events, there seems to be a sliding scale of anti-empathetic behaviour all around. The weather and Earth does not seem to be where it usually i
image original -Jojopostfashion "Singing to the lost
That is the thing
I am not a shining beacon I do not guide
Thudding of blackened wings foretelling Death
Blood weaving entrails
Blood soaked prophetic weaving,
What entails within those entrails?
A savage lust,
You would demote us, sanitize us,
Saw down our vicious edges, Battle stance to nothing - a lovers grip?
We are Befallen
We are Fate and Death
We are the bone jaw snapping closed
A heavy gurgle of mans la
photography art - Kirsty Mitchell Blessed Spring Equinox, starlets! It has been a strange year so far energy wise and once more the Spring Equinox doesn’t feel typical. Winter is still clinging on with bursts of snow far later than most years, and the emphasis on introspection and shadow still weighs heavily to my mind. This beautiful art summarizes how I feel about this spring, the ice is still in the air, but hope gently beats its wings against our minds, reminding us we cr
Image - Jenna Denise There is something to discovering that the over arching theme of your birth chart is attached to the archetype of the Wounded Healer.
That and the lines that clearly mark you as wounded, broken, at a young age, and the slow alchemization of that pain and suffering into soul speak.
I have been mulling over and over the spiritually divined phrase, "This is your medicine to give to the world."
In my heart, I have long wondered if that deep twinge of sad
These Dark yet Holy things
Etched into the very bark
Teach us from a pool inked onto the world
Forgotten towers of mislaid bricks
That once revered were scattered
And laid to waste
The Raven crackles in the storm
Inciting venomous lessons
There is knowledge in boldness and in blood
Reaching out far beyond the walls
Graves of our forebears are not silenced
By the passing of the beating heart
An echo ripples backward remembering
We were one once with the night - Jo
The Cailleach “Bloody teeth and wizened fingertips, a Holy unholy sight, hobbling and hopping across the border,
Alight and brazen, aching to be something Other, Older, Wiser, Starting once again,
In the bowels of the Earth in the depths of Winter but never lifeless, not even in Death,
Mad with knowledge, empty vessels poured out on the naked land, renewed.
Everything is beyond the grasp of the fearful, embody fear instead, and howl, scream out into the night…” – The Cail
Remember when I blog posted about the archetype of the Story teller? This is the extension of that message. The obligation to write our own stories. The call to #breakthemold when it comes to who we want to be. In a world where we are handed a role, it’s our prerogative – if not a downright personal necessity – to question that, smash it, rewrite it… You are not small. You cannot be defined simply and indeed, every person exists between the lines. No matter what is written, i
Image – Highly deadly black tarantula We are the unlovable
The damaged and the broken
Those with complicated scars
And lurking memories
We don’t know how to fake a smile anymore,
Let alone a whole lifestyle
And so many chattering mouths and mean voices tell us that
We are too difficult to love. Following in the murky footsteps of the Cult of Not Belonging is a painful shadow; fear based, suffocating in its icy grip… the shadow that if we show ourselves completely to so
Image – Nadia Maria Photography “Other eyes.” What does it mean to be starry eyed?
To have cosmic dust deep in your eyes
To peek beyond with void in veil What does it mean to have Other eyes?
When the universe speaks energy never lies
To watch something darkly beautiful What does it mean to see all is dust?
To know what is broken and all turns to rust
To see glimpses of eternity in inevitability What does it mean to live as a seer
Are the chains just as broken, the cos
Image- Odysseyonline “Every Story that has ever been told or will be, exists timelessly within the void. This is the temple of the Storyteller.”
– Joanne Morris 2017 Within the heart and soul of every human being is a story, the retelling of our lives; past, present and future – both the stories we have woven from our choices and actions, and those yet untold and unforeseen. To some, we are the weavers of our own fates, to others, our destinies exist independently of our con
★★★ Oracle for Starlets ★★★ ★ Plant Ally Cards by Lisa Mcloughlin Art★ ★ Nettle – Nourishment ★ “Find the nourishment after pain; the pearl in the oyster. Seek out environments that help to clear your thinking so that you can respond to unhealthy internal/external situations in a positive way.” – Lisa Mcloughlin “Nettle it is called, it attacks against poison,
it drives out the hostile one, it casts out poison.
This is the herb that fought against the serpent,
it has power
★★★ Starry Oracle ★★★ ★Self mastery★
★Deck – Plant Ally Cards by Lisa McLoughlin★ “Rosebay Willowherb (Fireweed)- Self Mastery
You are the Phoenix rising from the ashes! Feel encouraged to renew your confidence in self mastery. What do you desire to do?” “Fireweed removes anger and transmutes karma. It is the remedy of restoration. When life destroys us, Fireweed flower essence helps us to successfully start over. Like the phoenix rising from the ashes of the fire, it helps
★★★ Oracle for Starlets ★★★ ★ Cards of Chaos – Queen of Books ★ The beautiful cards of Chaos come without any definitive meanings, allowing for personal interpretation of them to rule your thought process… anything goes as long as it aligns with your higher truth! How apt is it that the Queen of Books showed up this week for the Oracle reading; She who rules over the written and recorded word; covering her torso in words as well as her face in randomized alphabetical letters.
Own image ★★★ Oracle for Starlets ★★★ ★Plant Ally Oracle★ ★Assertiveness – Sweet Violet★ “You are a beautiful and sensitive soul. It is sometimes easier to retreat and hide.
Stand up for yourself and communicate clearly with confidence. You will notice life will be sweeter.” – Lisa Mcloughlin Art “VIOLET Blue – Watchfulness; Faithfulness; I’ll Always Be True,” – Language of Flowers. “The forward Violet thus did I chide…
Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal they sweet that s