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A hollow along the path of shadows,
deep in the forest of mysteries,
where wildlings dance & magick things grow.
Who Were You Before The World Got Its Hands On You?
Remember your light – the spark that lit your soul when enchantment still surrounded you. The power of your authentic voice before you were told what to say. Before you were told how to dance.
I Found Freedom in the Wild
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, and the gilded cage I’d worked so hard to build shattered as my heart cried out.
She Spoke to Me
“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.”
CHARGE OF THE GODDESS
A Provocative Feast For Your Consciousness
Follow your 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.
TAKE BACK THE KINGDOM
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.
It’s time to build something new.
The Choice is Yours
“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
Rejoice in your homecoming.
Hear your wild song echo into the trees. Dance to the rhythm of your sacred flame. Howl at the moon.
You are a child of the Goddess and your story changes everything. Read it aloud. Scream the parts that bleed. Sing.
And dance, my dear.
Dance.
AWAKEN YOUR MAGICK
this is what your heart’s been longing for,
all this time –
pulsating in delicious ripples from the core of you,
as Spirit caresses every echo in your blood
that sings of starlight’s sacred dance.
Welcome, my love,
to the Circle
Remember Your Roots
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