LESSONS IN MAGICK: The Strength of Sisterhood

 

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“There is a special place in hell for women who don’t help other women.”

Madeleine K. Albright

This month marks 3 years since I started the NR Facebook page, and 2 years since starting this blog and my Shop; to say it’s been a whirlwind would be an absolute understatement.

I started this venture with no goal in mind, no real intention either; I wanted to create a sanctuary for myself, a place that was my own where I could express my opinions and experiences how I saw fit.

At the time, I didn’t know what that looked like, I didn’t know how I was to navigate this new world I found myself in; a world I had created both by choice and circumstance.

It was hard.

It was devastatingly fucking hard.

Still is, most days.

I have no problem being challenged, or having opposing opinions voiced (others would debate this fact); I do have a problem being attacked though.

I have a problem with people who only read and see what THEY want to read and see, and cannot look at anything objectively; furthermore, they cannot admit when they are wrong.

So, instead of admitting they don’t know, or that they are, in fact, incorrect, they lash out.

Their weapon? Vitriol.

Even when I know the person spewing the words is just a troll who’s merely projecting their insecurities onto me, or simpler yet, they are just trying to get a reaction because it gets them off, it still hurts my feelings.

Most people don’t understand how truly sensitive I am—I feel everything, which is why I burn out so frequently.

This brand was birthed into creation by myself; it’s literally like my baby, and when my baby is attacked, it *feels* personal.

Often, I react as such: an angry, volatile, deadly mama bear.

I know and say all the time that my way is not the only way, that my views are not the only ones.

I don’t want followers, I don’t want a herd of people who think like me; I simply want to spark something inside the minds of other’s by showing them what it looks like to burn in the fire of your truth.

I lead by example.

I light myself on fire every day and show my flames and scars to the world.

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I didn’t realize that my flames would act as a calling card of sorts beckoning like-minded individuals to seek me out, and thus, the page grew rapidly.

I also didn’t realize that in showing my scars, pains, and brutal truths to the world, it granted others permission to do the same.

In the beginning I talked mostly about topics of the Occult, demonolatry and such.

As my journey began to change, as I began to change, so did the content, which I believe is genuinely authentic; the page should reflect what I am going through and who I am.

To my surprise my page base became predominantly Women.

Now THIS was unfamiliar territory for me.

Not only did I not have friends growing up because I was so painfully different, bullied at times, accepted at other’s, choosing to keep to myself most often—I didn’t get along with other girls.

I have always known who I was, and at an early age that is threatening to other girls who are still trying to figure themselves out; it’s threatening to some Women even now as an adult.

In a world full of societal dictations about who and what we are all supposed to be, knowing who you are and living that truth are rebellious acts.

I found my inbox filled with messages from Women thanking me for sharing my experiences and telling me theirs; like soldiers comparing war stories, we shared pain, trauma, oppression, abuse, awakenings, metaphorical death and finally, rejoiced in our rebirth.

It was in these intimate moments that a silent Sisterhood was formed and has been forming ever since.

In my blog, The Rise of the Rebellious Woman I credit the Dark Goddesses with the considerable number of Women joining the Revolution, reclaiming their power, truth, and stepping onto the Left-Hand Path to take back individual sovereignty stolen from them and the Women who stood here in times past.

What I failed to see then is that the Dark Goddess works through Women like myself—Torchbearers who in these times of darkness are lighting the world on fire with their words of wisdom, and war cries for rebellion.

 

 

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I stand arm in arm with my Sisters as we begin to understand and accept that we are so much more similar than we are different.

And through sharing our stories we can heal each other, which in turn heals the wounds of the Divine Feminine; for She can only be healed when Women come to know that each other is an ally, not enemy.

When you tear down your Sister, you tear down yourself.

Thank you to all the Women who have reached out to me and continue to do so; in your words I find so much strength, motivation and inspiration.

Thank you for supporting me, for walking this journey with me, for having my back when the world gets me down.

Most importantly, thank you for teaching me the Sacred, Ancient power of Sisterhood.

Together we can conquer Empires.

Together we will dismantle the Patriarchy.

Lessons in Magick: Respect Our Community

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“It may be important to great thinkers to examine the world, to explain and despise it. But I think it is only important to love the world, not to despise it, not for us to hate each other, but to be able to regard the world and ourselves and all beings with love, admiration and respect.”

Hermann Hesse


It seems that over the last week to ten days I have caused some waves within my personal life, and our community with my writing or statements I have made. I do not feed those who fail to understand me, or those who like to get offended over every damn thing; I have only recently learned this lesson of self-restraint and starving the naysayers, but I find myself writing this post anyways.

This is not going to be a rant but a mere explanation to give some clarity; I do not plan on ever doing this again but I think it’s important for you to understand me, and there needs to be a bit of transparency with a couple recent situations.

So, here we go.

The first thing I would like to say is that respect is everything in this world, but it is really everything in my world. I know that I get a little sarcastic, smart assy, and I am known to spit venom, those moments are becoming less and less, and I only react after being pushed too far.

I try to remain diplomatic, although at times diplomacy must be thrown out the window.

I run a small, private group of close friends and Witches on fb. The day after my post on the NR public page about the ignorance in the Satanic Witch meme a friend decided to post something making fun of “fluff bunnies”.

Hypocrisy will not be tolerated.

I get it, it’s funny to giggle at Wiccans or other branches of Paganism that may not be as dark, or rebellious as we are but to make fun of them makes us no better than they are when lies are being spread about our path.

This is one of those times where we must rise above, and not fight fire with fire; we have to learn to be still, like water.

We will flow passed any adversity we are faced with.

If our community is divided how are we supposed to show strength in numbers? How are we supposed to awaken the masses, and fight back against a Patriarchal system that has been oppressing us (Witches) for centuries? How are we supposed to stand as a united front when we can’t even show respect to our own community?

We have to start showing equal respect, no matter what. Who cares if someone is Wiccan, or practices the rede, who cares if someone is a Kitchen Witch and doesn’t cast Magick but prefers to work more with food, and herbs (hearth and home).

Who cares how anyone else practices, we are each entitled to practice how we want, and we should be free to do so without judgment from our Sisters and Brothers.

So, please can we stop cracking jokes, and spreading lies that do nothing more but perpetuate the fear, and misunderstanding that people have towards us. When we do these things we are not hurting society, we are essentially hurting our own family.

While I have your attention can we also stop saying “well a real Witch this” or a “real witch that”. We are all real Witches, and to say that one is more real than another shows a superiority complex that is oozing, and dripping with ego and will do nothing more but poison yourself. It also shows sincere insecurity, and lack of self respect. If you are firm in your own power, and abilities then you shouldn’t be worried about pointing fingers at “Real witches” and belittling the “fake ones” for that matter.

The next topic I would like to address is me not identifying as Pagan. This has not been a hidden secret, in fact I am quite vocal about my personal decision to not label myself as Pagan, and this is for a few reasons.

First, I know that Pagan is a blanket, or umbrella term and that as a Witch and Luciferian I fall under that umbrella. I hate labels though, I hate defining myself, and I hate to limit my potential; I consider myself a Luciferian Witch, and when people ask that is exactly what I tell them.

Pagan is such a broad term, and I do not practice many aspects of Paganism itself, even though again by definition I fall under that category.

Secondly, the Pagan community as a whole is reluctant to include, or accept Luciferians and Satanists; both of these groups have shown me extreme love and support, not to mention that I am Luciferian, so to include myself with a group that does not accept me entirely is not something I can do. It goes against the very pillars of my personal Philosophy.

The thing is, where does it say that I have to be politically correct, that as a Luciferian Witch I have to claim Pagan, too? Where is it written that I have to identify as anything at all? Why are labels, and definitions thrown around like titles more so than to describe oneself from a place of pride?

We seem to use labels to build ourselves up, and sound a certain way, or come off in a specific manner.

Fuck labels.

Just because I do not identify as a Pagan does not mean that I do not, or would not have their back in a fight. I have shown that I will have anyone’s back in a fight where I see that justice is lacking, and I have proven this time, and time again.

We have to start uniting as a community, and looking at the bigger picture. We also need to stop fearing, and slandering that which we do not understand.

The Christians, and the Patriarchy, society in general, don’t have to do anything, there need not be Witch hunts because we are hunting our own.

Wake up, Witches. Respect your Sisters, and Brothers of the Craft, we have fought too long, and too hard for our demise to be by our own hands.

Blessed Are The Witches.