The Corvus Circle is a hollow, hidden beyond the Shadows, deep in the Forest of Mysteries, where Wildlings dance & magick things
g r o w .
This is a movement – for your soul. A call back – into the woods, into the deep magick of the wild & the sacred hold of Mother Earth. A call home, little wildling.
It’s the drumbeat in your chest that matches the one beneath your feet. It’s the shiver dancing through your bones that feels connected to the stars.
It’s throwing aside the masks & chains you have always drowned in; abandoning who you thought you should be in celebration of irrevocable love for who you are.
The cycle ends with you.
In the late winter of 2015, I had a thought: “Where did all the magic go?”
In that quiet, lonely moment, I felt so very lost, and wondered exactly when the spark I thrived on as a child had died. When the invisible force that spoke to me of adventure had vanished. When the power within me I’d always been so sure of had fallen silent. Was it gone forever? Or could I get it back? Did the key lie with me?
And in that quiet, lonely moment, in the deep winter woods of my Soul, something stirred.
“This way, little moth…”
“Go out in the woods, go out.
If you don’t go out in the woods nothing will ever happen & your life will never begin.”
I’ve felt so very, very tired. I’ve clawed through darkness, frantic for light, panicked for breath. I’ve battled depression, anxiety, rage, hatred & despair, only to tear away their armour & reveal unhealed parts of myself, desperately begging for love.
I have cried, screaming, drowning in grief for everything inside myself I was letting die.
I know, what it is to be lost. And then in my moment of deepest despair, I heard Her voice in the dark.
“Dear, sweet child… You are here with me, right where you are meant to be.”
Relief devoured me & the heaviness in my throat released its grip. I knelt & dug my fingers into the richness of Her earth; my tears turned to diamonds in Her hands & I knew a peace I’d long forgotten.
I had lost my connection to Her, to the sacred earth She built me from, the oceans She raised in my eyes, the galaxies She painted across my skin, the divine thread She wove through all things.
This holy place inside me unveiled all the answers I sought. It was only when I accepted myself exactly as I was, without defeat, but with compassion, that I finally stopped fighting the Lost Girl in the mirror.
I loved her & my veins filled with music.
Listen in the deep mists for the heartbeat of the drums; the voices of the Wildlings, calling to the stars…
Watch for the firelight dancing between our shadows.
I have learned that I am whole despite my broken pieces. That what was torn apart by Them, and by Me, can be reconnected through my blood ties in the deep earth. Where once there was emptiness between the cracks, now flows a molten gold that makes me stronger than I ever was.
If you feel alone, unseen, unheard though you scream, then I see you, little black bird. Little moth. Little wildling. Child of the Earth. You are more than you believe to be real, and there is more to your magick than shall ever meet your eye. You are one of Us. You are powerful.
Indulgent, ascendant & feral.
Wicked, sovereign & wild.
I see you.
How shall we empower you today?
Sates is an Artist, Writer & long-practicing Witch.
She has trained as a Crystal Practitioner, Reiki Master, Akashic Record Reader & Tarot Coach, with over 20 years buried in tarot & the occult. She is always seeking the divine connection between her soul, her body & the earth. Through her work she holds space for others to see the mirrors among their shadows, and understand that no matter where they find themselves on their path, they are whole, the power is theirs, and they are never alone.
may our spirits remain forever familiar xo
