art - kindranikolephotography Shadow priestess, Walking that space where liminality weaves, Lighting candles from the pain in your knees, You have bent, you have crawled, you have run the gauntlet... And in so doing set fire ablaze from every graze, Follow me, let me lead, I’ve been that way, I know that need. When your heart is broken in places, I shift between all Witch faces. Priestess golden, shining, bleeding, poking the shadow in you too, That becomes a space unfet

photography - Michael Germosén Primal Woman, I call to you And speak of spitting fire and Ocean tide Swallowed whole by a passion of being And unbecoming 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

Image original - struggled.by sollenafotografie Woman You rose up From dirt and earthiness You were not Conceived by the stars To shrink into nothingness Show me your scars The bruises of spirit that Mark who you are Scream from the places That you don't show Mapped on the inside Hear me when I tell you A thousand times On a thousand shores I will break these chains As I did once before You will not shackle us again Remember The grit of who you are The lines marked i

“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.

Art- Valdris Bagdonis It is often said that on the other side of Fear is everything you could ever want. As a Witch, I struggled with the shadow of my fear, afraid to move away from the comfortable box which I had sheltered myself within. For so long, I had survived. It was all I knew how to do, and though I felt a piece of myself was always missing, always longing to truly live rather than struggle through, I could not seem to fathom how to get to that place. I hid away in

Image by Nocturny Deviantart “You were once wild here. Don’t let them tame you.” – Isodora Duncan Stepping into the labyrinth of Spiritual adventure is to open ones self to a myriad of experiences, the commitment to the notion and practice of seeking. That search on a personal level came from a place of inner yearning; to know, to understand, to unravel the mysteries; to touch the primal livewire of something magickal and Other. There was an innate knowing already, almost w

Imagesource – Tumblr Masks in Spirituality: The Rabbit Mask To both the wearer and the beholder mask-magic is a method of overcoming ‘ordinary’ perception and slipping through the ‘cracks between worlds’ into the profound realities of Elphame. The true essence of mask-magic has been ably summed up by Mercia [SIC] Eliade as ‘total transformation of the individual into something other.’ ― Nigel Jackson The Call of the Horned Piper Masks in Spirituality… Spirituality within mas

Art by Natalia Drepina Freeing the Witch There’s something safer in the dreams Where reality is not what it seems Where the walls break and fly and the madness isn’t shy The part of me that remembers how to speak In a heart murmur which is not weak And the chains on me fall soundless to the ground And I howl The makeup smears across our faces We resign all our given places Why did you tell me who to be As though you feared if I was free And the words lay heavy on

For the entire month of December via the Starry Eyed Facebook there has been one important message on repeat: Rock your Weird. We are living in times of uniformity and conformity where the urge to “fit in” becomes an overwhelming and oppressive weight on our shoulders, whereby 2016 has stolen many of our misfit role models; Bowie told us to “Turn and face the Strange,” Prince that; “…no one can dictate who you are,” and the infamous Zsa Zsa Gabor that; “I tell you, in this w

There has been something in the atmosphere lately that seems to lead many spiritual folks to wish to separate themselves from, and loudly express disdain for, their human condition. Reading the wonderful essay by Nephilim Rising Stand Strong, Witch it felt as though perhaps it was time to express how misguided I feel this current trend to be, especially when it comes to the path of the Witch. We spend so much time trying to define ourselves as Mystics, Witches, Spiritual bein

There’s a Witch in these bones In the Crags and the Creek Bringing magick to bear In Old tongue Crow speak There’s power in the knowing Wise words in the well Each time you’ll be dying And discarding the shell The darkness clouds over A guise in the smoke The Morrigan thundered With each word She spoke There’s a Witch in these bones The marrow stands still You’ve known her forever yet You never will. J.Morris 2015 All my own intellectual property, all rights reser

“I walk amongst the shadows I walk amidst the Trees I feel the Life eternal Singing on the breeze I understand the Darkness I understand the Light The need for stark cold silence And the ferocity to fight. I am a Wood born Witch Hidden in the Groves Walk with me by Midnight In tree verse magick prose.” – Joey Morris 2016 All my own intellectual property, All rights reserved #pagan #poet #poetry #poem #wood #woods #wild