“Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.” ― Albert Einstein It is worth noting that we, as human beings, can deconstruct everything into nothingness, build something from the smallest electrical impulse of inspiration, and change the course of history on a whim. The debate around what is 'real' therefore is somewhat infuriating; at once everything and nothing is real, based only on our perception and belief. We categorize every part of our existence,

art - Natalia Drepina "You're a shadow priestess, you already know it speaks to the poison already in them and not you..." - Molly Roberts What does it mean to walk the path of a Dark Goddess, when the vibration of your soul, deep in your bones, infused within your very blood, calls out, screams for authenticity, and in so doing births a Shadow priestess? The calling aches and births us from pain, with pain, and for pain, embodying the wounded healer and receiving Chiron's ke

Image – Natalie Ving “Fate always goes as it must.” – Beowulf c.800 I.455 There have been storms of late. Moments of terrible tumultuous change vibrating through every iota of the universe, encapsulated in physical ballets of destruction across the world, as nature echoes the spiritual landscape. Then alongside these crescendos of chaotic will are moments of stillness and silence, almost pregnant pauses that seem to punctuate this riotous ballad, and the contrast is so stark

Scales in the void, the eternal ellipsis of rebirth; vilified, demonized and feared. Lidless eyes peer into the depths of our souls and we, as humans, flinch at the ‘otherness.’ In times long past the sand and earth parted as the side-winding symbol of deeply connective Goddess energy imparted wisdom to those willing to learn, and the snake symbolized fertility, healing, sexual liberation, and rebirth. But as a culture of sexual repression and shame rose up in the dregs of h

Image – Obscurity – Natalia Drepina Witches wear many masks. There are those masks we wear to elevate ourselves through our magick; placing void fabric against our bare skin in order to peer into the in-between spaces, seeking to understand the lessons of our ‘Other eyes.’ Then there are the masks we wear built from our own shadows; carved from our fear, jealousy, and resentment. Adorned in our weakness, we project outwardly from a place of spiritual insufficiency; projectin

Image Source – Voodica So far, 2017 has been a year of fluctuation that has highlighted how damaging polarisation can become in the social and cultural landscapes. In the Musing about the energies of Spring essay the emphasis was on resilience, on refusing to be buried, only planted. This concept evolved into my Spiritual advice for people in general: “Stop planting yourself in concrete. You have roots that need to spread out and grow, they need to be in fertile soil, enric

Original Art –Boneyard. Photo by alexstoddard on Flickr The illumination of the relationship between Witchcraft and bones seems inevitable in the wake of this year of Death. As we enter the final months of 2016 and Winter begins to take a hold, thoughts turn to the Solstice, banishing the difficulties of months gone by, and celebrating the painful lessons that have been dished out like bitter candy over and over again. The motifs of bones, skulls, and the archetypal Witch thr

(Original image – Witching hour by DmajicPhotography.) I place my bare feet Upon this Earth And feel the call Of all that was My aching soul It longs to run To be free with The Wild Ones My beating heart Sings out loud The trees they know It’s all around The Crows are singing Back at me Little daughter You’re not asleep I see through wolf eyes I weave my fate Tears sow the ground From my mistakes But warriors They are simply made That iron dancer Is not