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shadowkitten I pity them. The ones with no teeth, no passion. No magick, Truly, that life will kill you. Drip by drip, moment by moment.
It happens before you even realize it.
Yes, it is all too easy to lose your way.
The majority will never return, and it has been so long that they do not remember.
Rather, they take comfort in name brand items, toxic food and toxic relationships (because it is better than nothing).
Literally, they would rather be numb to death that actually DO SOMETHING about their fucking uninspired lives.
It is a test of the soul. I've been there, so have countless Others.
The only way Home is to claw and gnash your way through the dark woods. Let your fur become wild.
And yes, you are bound to upset some people on the way. It is just the natural order of things. So let it be.
I belong to the night, with wolf, serpent and owl. Toads leap and guide the way on the moonlit path.
Birds sing my song in trees of green under the radiant sun. This is the way it has been since the beginning.
Tear away from your phone; the winds whisper ancient wisdom from the ancestors.
I went to the store yesterday. Was reminded of how easy it is to get eaten alive by these goddamn vultures.
Ma'am I'm sorry that I adorn myself like the goddess I am, and you've decided to go in public wearing pajama pants with your blob of a man-child who seemed as if he had no more personality than a zombie.
With all sincerity, I hope one day you get the brass ovaries to crawl out of whatever shitty situation has made you feel like a walking ghost; as if ratty pjs and a messy bun are your truth.
Hating other women isn't the answer. And jealous is simply veiled admiration. I remember how that was one of the bitterest truths to swallow.
You were nasty to me, and I actually feel sorry for you. You are worth more, TRUST ME.
I'm 100% certain that your jackass of a husband is in the background, constantly making you feel like shit about yourself.
I've been there, I suffered like you. I'm sorry. I hope you dump him.
Being a she-wolf is not easy.
Transformation and rebirth fucking hurts.
Alchemy is an art, and how many of us have had our genius beaten into submission?
They do not want you to know your magick
It is the true war of our society
and as a witch, I also accept that this means it is not necessarily easy to find my kindred.
I see young witchlings on social media. Sometimes it is easy to be dismissive. Witchtok is definitely cringeworthy.
I hope they move past the in-fighting and policing, the obsessive new age consumerism and claim their magick for real.
Their numbers are much larger than my generation.
Surely, this movement could change things, and expand some of the progress that has been made.
Ecologically, politically, socially.
I hope I live to see it.
It happens before you even realize it.
Yes, it is all too easy to lose your way.
The majority will never return, and it has been so long that they do not remember.
Rather, they take comfort in name brand items, toxic food and toxic relationships (because it is better than nothing).
Literally, they would rather be numb to death that actually DO SOMETHING about their fucking uninspired lives.
It is a test of the soul. I've been there, so have countless Others.
The only way Home is to claw and gnash your way through the dark woods. Let your fur become wild.
And yes, you are bound to upset some people on the way. It is just the natural order of things. So let it be.
I belong to the night, with wolf, serpent and owl. Toads leap and guide the way on the moonlit path.
Birds sing my song in trees of green under the radiant sun. This is the way it has been since the beginning.
Tear away from your phone; the winds whisper ancient wisdom from the ancestors.
I went to the store yesterday. Was reminded of how easy it is to get eaten alive by these goddamn vultures.
Ma'am I'm sorry that I adorn myself like the goddess I am, and you've decided to go in public wearing pajama pants with your blob of a man-child who seemed as if he had no more personality than a zombie.
With all sincerity, I hope one day you get the brass ovaries to crawl out of whatever shitty situation has made you feel like a walking ghost; as if ratty pjs and a messy bun are your truth.
Hating other women isn't the answer. And jealous is simply veiled admiration. I remember how that was one of the bitterest truths to swallow.
You were nasty to me, and I actually feel sorry for you. You are worth more, TRUST ME.
I'm 100% certain that your jackass of a husband is in the background, constantly making you feel like shit about yourself.
I've been there, I suffered like you. I'm sorry. I hope you dump him.
Being a she-wolf is not easy.
Transformation and rebirth fucking hurts.
Alchemy is an art, and how many of us have had our genius beaten into submission?
They do not want you to know your magick
It is the true war of our society
and as a witch, I also accept that this means it is not necessarily easy to find my kindred.
I see young witchlings on social media. Sometimes it is easy to be dismissive. Witchtok is definitely cringeworthy.
I hope they move past the in-fighting and policing, the obsessive new age consumerism and claim their magick for real.
Their numbers are much larger than my generation.
Surely, this movement could change things, and expand some of the progress that has been made.
Ecologically, politically, socially.
I hope I live to see it.