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 Laura beck One of the major lessons of 2018 - connections and community
I will be doing a video and possibly transforming this post into a blog post at a later date, but I have a few thoughts that I would love to share with you guys.
Community is not something you step into and it’s set; instead community seems to me to be a ripple with ourselves at the nexus. It echoes out from us, and is reflected back to us.
It grows, and requires pruning, it needs susten
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
Image - AM Lorek If you have followed this blog for any length of time you may recall that at Autumn Equinox I perform the Ritual of the Forgotten Dead at which time I honour the gravestones of the forgotten with apple slices.
At Beltane, I have long performed a similar ritual with rose petals.
It is another ritual that came to my personal gnosis through intuitive means; I had not been taught to do so by another (not at least, in this lifetime,) but it felt important in my
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 - 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
The grit of who you are The lines marked 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
image - TJDrysdale River Witch I found my soul down by the river side
Where the bank broke down
And the old world sighed
It’s tangled up within weeds and turf
The song of water waking
With the Surf
I delved in deep before I knew
By floating sticks of Yew
Fixing lanterns to reed staves
Marking out all the
Once forgotten graves
I parted mist and I borrowed time
Watching fireflies dancing
At a moss clad shrine
Humming songs that the wind brought
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
In the quiet aftermath of the violent Blood Moon, we clutch at a moment of respite, for we have bled out into the water having opened the floodgates to our truest selves.
Who amongst us can say that we have not felt the Full Moon in Leo, with its spiritual trifecta of Supermoon, Blue Moon, and Blood Moon, clawing at us from deep within, disturbing us from our rest and screeching at us to step out from the shadows in our most authentic guise. The Blood Moon set the stage of a
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 – 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
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★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.
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