She comes out of the misty woods.
Hungry for the her aliveness.
Naked and Untamed.
She runs alongside wolves.
Howling fiercely at the blood-filled midnight moons.
She takes what She wants, only gives back if She chooses.
She is fearless in the pursuit of her truth.
A daughter of Kali. She well and truly knows her worth.
The dark is her lover as much as the light.
Haunted by her own destiny.
She wanders the deepest of forests in a heavy red cloak, its fabric stained with her endless tears.
The stake they drove into her heart centuries ago still holding her soul in a tight grip.
Not for blood. Not for the need to belong.
Instead. She embraces life. Her way.
Walking through the myths of time She is awakening us. Her sisters.
One at the time.
Throughout sacred rituals.
During ceremonies of all things wild.
She is asking us to join her uprising.
She has come to collect the pieces that were stolen by the ones who claim to know. Right from wrong.
She is ready to show herself. To be who She is.
With blooded claws, She removes the stakes from the hearts of the ones who follow her calling into the wild.
All fears vanish to create space for this ancient’s witch knowledge and power.
She has returned to transform all pain into courage.
Leading the way for all who believe in their tears as much as their love.
She is without a name and without time.
She is fierce in her love and fiery in her soul.
She is You. Me. And all who hear the call of her wild natured spirit.
She is the sacred cycle of all living things.
Moon and Sun.
Darkness and Light.
The ever-changing seasons of blossoming death.
She is the ebb and flow.
Heartbeat after heartbeat.
She is all there is. All there was. And all there ever will be.
She visits us at night during the dreaming hours, when the veil between the worlds is at its thinnest.
Whispering into our hearts. Asking us to accept the challenges ahead.
To stand truth-full and tall.
In the time to come. Our time.
When all lies are broken down into their meaninglessness.
She is patiently awaiting our joining her.
It is time. To make preparations.
She is getting closer, only one breath away.
The stake of lies and betrayal removed after centuries.
From the ashes, we shall re-arise with her.
The great-granddaughters of the witches that knew of all things magick.
The great-granddaughters of the ones they couldn’t burn.
The hotter the flames the higher we shall soar.
We are She.
This is it.
Together. We. Rise.
We Are No Longer Sorry. For Who We Are.
For further magical invocation & heart howling Heart Rehab recommends ~ Witch. Unleashed. Untamed. Unapologetic.
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