Witchy energy was never dark magic. Scared men wrote that narrative and forced the intuitive magic of women into the shadows. The patriarchy used fear and violence to disempower women and silence our inner knowing by gatekeeping divinity and power. 

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Witchiness is listening to intuition, the goosebumps that signal truth, the dream that will not be ignored, the quiet inner knowing that rises from somewhere older than logic. It lives in the body that remember what history tried to erase. It is the empathy we feel for all sentient beings in our caretaking of animals and all who need care. 

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The magic of women is rooted in plant remedies and food as medicine. It lives in hands that know how to nourish, mend, and tend. It is sparked in the way we commune in circles through handicrafts and storytelling, through the way we mother each other’s children, through the lineage of sisterhood, through the honoring of the wise female elder.

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We do not need clergy, politicians, bosses, male partners, or family members to manage us or our access to power, healing, and magic.

 

Yes, I am a real witch.

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I reclaim the power of our silenced intuition, the strength of women united, the immense force of the feminine divine, and the uniquely feminine ancestral knowledge of plant, food, water, animal, and elemental wisdom.

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I am not practicing magic.
I am remembering it.