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

Image- wallpaperwide Puncture marks punctuate Torn from bullet wounding points A cage of overgrown weeds Deep breaths filling lungs with ache The moments between chaotic order dissemble Ties of red chord twisting Shadow calling in the tears The point of entry shifted and shifted again A wall of broken points Silent wailing phantom echoes Lesson after lesson of drowning The absence of fire dancer Lends to abscessed feet Only passion burns away the mold The crackl

I have been musing about how one takes control of ones own sovereignty in regards to the parts of ourselves that we might ‘give away’ in interactions with other people – whether unwittingly or knowingly, and the impact that it has on our selves. With steering the best course so one does not get trampled underfoot of the wants and desires of other people, and yet not to become tyrannical in our approaches. The balance between personal boundary and the urge to support others.

Image – Ashley Joncas *Sidenote props if you understood that pop culture reference. We stand at the boundaries, the edge walkers, the hedge jumpers, peering out into the Unknown with our Other Eyes seeking to better understand the depths of the world. We raise energies in circles, embodying a temple within and without of the self, structuring our magickal practice with border lines and directing our power to protect and allow (or reject) certain levels of spirit encroachment

“…I hear her scream Guttering The pitch black chord of night I am her and She is me…” – Joey Morris Woad Warrior Never in human history has the screaming been so silent. The sanitization of modern society impresses on the individual the need for silence to such a degree that the verbal act of screaming is relegated to films concerning horror. The Horror genre is generally considered to be a psychological pressure valve for social and cultural concerns within the human p

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

★★★ 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

“The bloody birth of a Wild Witch.” “Wild. Ancient. Carefree. Who were we as witches before we learnt What the world told us to be?” – Joey Morris In passing, it can seem as though the reclamation of ones inner wild self is as simple as a moment of glorious realization, following which the shackles which once chained us to personal limitation, degradation, and loss of self, release, and we are free from those controlling elements that have so tortured our spiritual journey.

Image –Symbols by NataliaDrepina I have never been one of those spiritual women. The kind that present themselves at best as light, approachable, and over whelmingly positive, and at worst, kind of overly saturated sweetly cloying. I have been annoyed by these women, jealous of these women, interested to see how they analyze the world, and I have pitied them in moments too. I have wished to be sweeter, lighter, better liked. More appealing to people en masse but so completel

Image source Working with the Dark Queen – an Archetype of alternative Sovereignty “Men have forgotten what it means to be afraid. We will bring fear.” -Freya The Huntsman, Winter’s War The beginning of comprehending our spiritual journey often comes from the practice of wearing many masks. This is not meant as deceit… unless that is a shadow lesson about the self and our own unfortunate poisonous habits that need to be addressed… but instead an experience to guide us in the