Sates - The Corvus Circle

hello, black birds & wild ones

Welcome to my virtual sacred space, deeply woven with self love & earth wisdom, where our light burns & our shadows are welcome company through the dark & winding woods.

I have long walked the solitary path, finding peace in the quiet & a deep love for myself that I had been denied before the dark whispered to me that it was safe.

Reclaiming myself opened the floodgates of my magick, unlocking my dormant power & reconnecting me to the sacred wild we all hail from.

I support those seeking deeper connection to their magick through my writing, distant healing sessions & intuitive card readings, with more offerings in the works.

You’ll find no judgement or shame here. Just a Lost Girl who found her way home & took back her throne.

So welcome, little wildling, to the space I call the Corvus Circle. Come sit for a spell & remind yourself of the magick you’ve long since forgotten. 




& wild

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Come away, o human child,
to a hollow along the path of consciousness, hidden beyond the shadows, deep in the forest of mysteries, where wildlings dance & magick things

g r o w .

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Who were you before the world got its claws in you?

Remember your Light; the spark that lit your Soul when enchantment still surrounded you. Your Shadows; how they protected you before you were taught to be afraid. Your Truth before you were told what to say. Before you were silenced.

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A symphony of crows hidden in the windy forest. The divine incense of sacred smoke & rich, wet earth.

The drumbeat in my chest.

I drowned in the darkness for years before finally finding I could breathe. A lifetime of searching for light when I held the flame in my hand all along.

Heavy chains fell away & the gilded cage I’d worked so hard to build shattered as my heart cried out.

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The Corvus Circle

Charge of the Goddess

“Let my worship be within the heart that rejoiceth, for behold: all acts of love & pleasure are my rituals. And therefore let there be beauty & strength, power & compassion, honour & humility, mirth & reverence within you. And thou who thinkest to seek for me, know thy seeking & yearning shall avail thee not, unless thou know this mystery: that if that which thou seekest thou findest not within thee, thou wilt never find it without thee.”

Doreen Valiente

A provocative feast for your consciousness

Follow the rabbit into the unexplored shadows of your forest. Throw yourself into the hidden lights. It is never too late. Suffocating? Break the windows. Drowning? Evolve. Be brave.

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Stop letting your fear rule you

The power has been yours from the beginning.

Take back your crown – and the full weight that it bears.

Your time to rule is long overdue.

Leave the crumbling towers & weak foundations to the sea. It’s time to build something new.

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The Corvus Circle

Rise From Your Ashes

“You can be a thousand different women.  It’s your choice which one you want to be. It’s about freedom & sovereignty. You celebrate who you are. You say, ‘This is my kingdom.’

Salma Hayek

Welcome to the Circle, my darling

Hear your wild song echo in the trees. Howl at the moon. You are a child of the earth & your story changes everything. Read it aloud. Scream the parts that bleed. Sing the parts you love.

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Wild One, this is what your heart’s been longing for, all this time:

Your unbridled awakening, pulsating in delicious ripples from the core of you, as Spirit caresses every echo in your blood that sings of starlight’s sacred dance.

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Stop pacing at the edge of your Wild, hearing drums & howls in the distance…

The gate is open


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“We all start out knowing magic.

We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us. We are born able to sing to birds & read the clouds & see our destiny in grains of sand.

But then we get the magic educated right out of our souls. We get it churched out, spanked out, washed out, and combed out. We get put on the straight & narrow & told to be responsible. Told to act our age. Told to grow up, for God’s sake. And you know why we were told that?

Because the people doing the telling were afraid of our wildness & youth, and because the magic we knew made them ashamed & sad of what they’d allowed to wither in themselves.

Robert R. McCammon