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We Are Goddess Born

Published February 4, 2021 by tindertender

We return to the magic of the shadows to recharge, growing our wild medicine with steady hands, the crescent Moon shining between our brows.

We are not evil, nor have we ever been. The tales of the patriarchy only veil us as such attempting to taint our gifts with fear and lies.

We who craft with rock, Moon, herb and branch breathing blessings into the sky. We who are the weavers of nightsong and Earth healing. We who commune with the animals hearing their messages and guidance.

We go by many names.
Shamaness, wise woman, witch, priestess.

Once they stood for healing, connection with nature and ancient wisdom. They meant hope for those who needed aid, guidance in times of peril.

But these names have been twisted by the system that would keep us hidden and our voices silent. They were painted through the ages with stories that cast down the medicine of the feminine and her wild knowing.

We are here to reclaim our truth.
We come from the stars, the sea and the wild to take back our power. The time has come to bring our medicine into the world and bring back the ancient mysteries, the Goddess and the ways of the natural world.

The time has come for healing and growth, for the daughters of the sacred to stand tall, rooted in the compass of our intuition.

The tides have turned and the age of darkness is over.

The time of the wise woman is once again upon us.

Long may we rise, long may we howl!!!

Blessings,

~Ara~

We Are Goddess Born

Published November 7, 2020 by tindertender

We return to the magic of the shadows to recharge, growing our wild medicine with steady hands, the crescent Moon shining between our brows.

We are not evil, nor have we ever been. The tales of the patriarchy only veil us as such attempting to taint our gifts with fear and lies.

We who craft with rock, Moon, herb and branch breathing blessings into the sky. We who are the weavers of nightsong and Earth healing. We who commune with the animals hearing their messages and guidance.

We go by many names.

Shamaness, wise woman, witch, priestess.

Once they stood for healing, connection with nature and ancient wisdom. They meant hope for those who needed aid, guidance in times of peril.

But these names have been twisted by the system that would keep us hidden and our voices silent. They were painted through the ages with stories that cast down the medicine of the feminine and her wild knowing.

We are here to reclaim our truth.

We come from the stars, the sea and the wild to take back our power. The time has come to bring our medicine into the world and bring back the ancient mysteries, the Goddess and the ways of the natural world.

The time has come for healing and growth, for the daughters of the sacred to stand tall rooted in the compass of our intuition.

The tides have turned and the age of darkness is over.

The time of the wise woman is once again upon us.

Long may we rise, long may we howl!!!

Blessings,

~Ara~

Is She A Witch?

Published June 30, 2020 by tindertender

Women … and some men too …

We love to play with herbs, making healing potions, salves and elixers. We grow our medicinal gardens, singing as we weed, speaking to our growing friends.

Many think us crazy … a little scary … they do not understand us, but fear us. Watching us flow, the power that resides in us moving in space and time, they sense the strength and get uncomfortable … and try to eliminate the discomfort by judging and demonizing us.

No, I’m not a witch.

I do love to burn candles and think of the fiery love that is born and spewed into the world from it tho, I add my intention to the flame and spread it like wildfire.

I have crystal grids in my house and an alter to the goddess within all feminine. I pray for her, for her health and for her recognition. I pray for love to come to her.

No, I do not consider myself a witch.

I spend time in dance, in song, in feeling the intricate portions of my inner being, and I see it connected to all life.

The feminine are my sisters and the masculine my brothers.

I am working diligently to gain a greater understanding of my masculine family … they are as confusing to me, as I am sure I am confusing to them.

Understanding does not come without an open mind and effort to understand without judgement.

Judgement cause rigidity.

Rigidity closes doors to understanding.

Resting in this place, it is dark. There, no light can shine upon truth for the door has been shut to it.

No, I am not a witch.

I only seek greater understanding of all familial aspects in this life.

So I can see their point of view.

So I do not accidentally crap on what they consider sacred.

So I can honor them in their place of beingness.

For Love.

May the Sun and the Moon grace us with their being and beauty, always and ever.

May the waters be purified, so we may drink from them once more.

May the sea creatures, the flying ones, the walking and the crawling ones be kept safe as this purification occurs.

May minds remain calm as they are opened and exposed to the greater reality.

May sanity be firm,

And Love prevail.

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1st Woman Hanged In Salem Witch Trials

Published June 12, 2020 by tindertender

BRIDGET BISHOP ~ On June 10 in the year 1692, a woman named Bridget Bishop was hanged on Gallows Hill in Salem, Massachusetts, after being found guilty of the crime of Witchcraft. She was the first person to be publicly executed in the infamous Salem Witch Trials. Accused, tried, and executed for being a witch, Bishop was known to enjoy a drink or two, operated two taverns in town, and enjoyed the game of shuffleboard. She had been widowed twice.

She was bold, outspoken, independent, self-supporting, and liked to wear fine clothes (notably, a “red paragon bodice bordered and looped with different colors” and lace). She was said to have a sharp tongue. Bishop didn’t fit into her society’s notions of how a “good” woman should behave and her neighbors feared and resented her as a result. Though Bishop was the first to be executed in Salem, she was not the last. Take a moment today to remember her, and celebrate the differences you see around you instead of fearing them.
– GrannyMoon

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